Chapter 338 One Punch, Two Fingers

"Brother, why do you think these two fight so hard?"

Fayuan is a beautiful little Shami. Although he has lived a long life, he is successful in practice, like a twelve- or three-year-old child with a beautiful face. His practice of Buddhism must have a pure heart, so his mind is still the same as that of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old teenager.

Although he looks like a child and his mind is like a teenager, his ability should not be underestimated.

To be honest, the ability of Fayuan is not much inferior to that of the idle Zen mage.

The Tianzhu where the two are located is only adjacent, and the sound can be heard.

Xian Chan heard Fa Yuan's question and replied, "It's just a battle of spirit."

"The battle of spirit?" Fayuan wondered, "Is it better than becoming an immortal and becoming a Buddha?"

Fayuan's age is actually much higher than Xian Zen, but in Fayuan's view, he is just a little sandi, and naturally he can't be compared with the mage. He comes from recognizing his younger brother.

Xian Zen smiled and said, "In my opinion, the word anger can be avoided. If you become a Buddha, it is the best.

"Then what else are they fighting?"

"In your eyes and me, becoming an immortal and becoming a Buddha is the most important thing. But..." Xian Zen mage looked at the place of fighting and said, "In Zhang Chentang's eyes, the battle of spirit is more important than becoming an immortal."

"What about the sword demon Ling Sheng?"

"He's just fighting."

After a pause, the idle Zen mage said to himself, "May well, he just wants to practice."

"Hone?"

"Among the pregnant immortal mountains, Ling Sheng is the most famous, but everyone has forgotten one thing. Ling Sheng is also the youngest."

As soon as the words fell, the idle Zen mage felt a little silent over there, shook his head slightly, and added, "Except for Master Fayuan."

In this way, the Fayuan over there smiled.

"In the pregnant fairy mountains, not to mention the mysterious characters, even those Yunang real people are older than Ling Sheng." Xian Zen mage said, "Ling Sheng has only been famous for more than ten years. When he first became famous, he was only a royal spirit. In just ten years, he broke into Xianxuan and was recognized as the first person of Xianxuan. Of course, he was amazing. But the disadvantages are also obvious.

"As far as I know, Ling Sheng has always liked to be straightforward, and his action is mostly a blow to death, without delay."

"Now it seems that Ling Sheng and Zhang Chen Tang can be said to be comfortable."

Hearing this, Fa Yuan couldn't help asking, "Isn't it because he still has the ability?"

"Yes." Xian Zen mage said, "This is Ling Sheng's style. You see, he has been fighting for so long and still hasn't tried his best. He must have other ideas.

"What do you think?"

"The practice is too fast, so it needs to be hone."

After saying a sentence, the idle Zen mage said, "These two are both of the top monks, especially Ling Sheng, who have amazing deeds of killing demons and immortals. You should watch it carefully."

"Uh-huh."

......

As the sword spirit sprinkled, Ling Sheng only felt that his body became more and more solid.

Since he was in the East China Sea, his cultivation has made rapid progress. Later, in order to fight against the White Wave Demon Dragon King, he also took advantage of the Great Zhou Tiangeng Golden Sword Array. Fighting with Su Bai, the platinum sword elixir was exposed, and at the same time opened many holes. After the strike, he met the golden sword array of Zhou Tiangeng laid by the frog, and was saved by the frog's foundation. The acupuncture points in his body soared, and the true qi was almost difficult to keep up, which was quite powerful and unbearable.

There are many golden sword elixirs, with a lot of sword spirit, and lack of true qi. In such a situation, Ling Sheng feels as if the sword in his hand is too heavy and his strength is not enough, but he can't use it.

These days, the platinum sword elixir in Ling Sheng's body has not been opened, just because he is practicing true qi.

Ling Sheng is now a Xuanzhen king. Compared with the time of imperial qi, his practice speed is really different. In recent days, his spirit has risen a lot. But the new true spirit always needs to be tempered.

This minister's soup is coming, but it is an excellent sharpening stone.

Ling Sheng's fingertips burst into sword spirit and strangled a huge rune paper dozens of feet in front of him. Then he found that after the rune paper, a black light tore the sky and hit him head-on.

After avoiding the chain of prisoners, Ling Sheng has appeared on the side of Zhang Chentang and pressed his head with a palm.

"Come on!!!"

Zhang Chentang roared like thunder and hit another prisoner's magic chain and rushed straight to Ling Sheng's palm.

The magic chain is a fairy treasure. Even if it is a hundred refined steel, ten thousand refined steel is in front of you, just like a tofu flower, and it is destroyed. Even a dragon that is comparable to the mysterious dragon is difficult to live under the chain.

Ling Sheng is just a monk.

People who refine the body pay attention to qi and blood, internal strength, while practitioners pay attention to true qi and mind.

Therefore, the monk's body is weak.

It's so close that he spread the prisoner's chain. Isn't Ling Sheng crazy?

Zhang Chentang sneered.

Bang!

The prisoner's chain was hit by the sword spirit bursting out of Ling Sheng's palm and turned aside.

But what Zhang Chentang really has high hopes for is another prisoner chain.

Where this prison magic chain passed, rippled, made an explosive sound, and went straight to Ling Sheng's neck.

When the sword spirit of Ling Sheng's palm missed the first prisoner magic chain, this prisoner magic chain had reached the front.

A flick of a finger is 60 moments.

In this moment, Ling Sheng's neck was about to be broken by the chain and his head was separated.

Although Ling Sheng is a rare opponent, for Zhang Chentang, since he is about to win, he will naturally not keep his hand. Under the mana injection, the prisoner's chain became more and more urgent.

Shicai Lingsheng has used his step by step to come to Zhang Chentang's side. This time, it is not enough to breathe. Ling Sheng has used step-by-step lotus, but so far, he has only breathed, and his feet are still heavy. At least within these breaths, it is difficult to use the method of step-by-step lotus again.

At this time, there was a platinum light, which suddenly bloomed.

This platinum light comes from Ling Sheng.

From the neck.

The prisoner chain hit Ling Sheng's neck and was knocked back by the platinum sword.

For a long time, Ling Sheng only needed to wave his palm to wave a lot of sword spirit, but no one expected that Ling Sheng's neck could also cast sword spirit.

Everything is only in an instant.

Ling Sheng bullied himself and pointed to the sword. Dozens of platinum swords were shot at Zhang Chen Tang.

No surprise, there are hundreds of runes in front of Zhang Chentang.

The sword spirit is combined, and the rune paper is knocked through and hanged.

The platinum sword spirit finally fell on Zhang Chentang.

buzz!

There is a buzzing sound.

This sound comes from Zhang Chentang's clothes.

This dress is made of rune paper, which is a rune paper that Zhang Chentang spent a lot of effort to draw after getting out of trouble. Its rune paper does not change illegally, but is taken from a strange wood in the deep mountains of southern Xinjiang. After thousands of processes, with the blessing of mana and the use of secret techniques, it becomes paper. The cinnabar is also the best pure yang series, and the rune pen is a fairy pen.

The person who holds the strokes is Zhang Chentang.

This symbol has not yet reached the fairy family level, but it can be called a semi-fairy treasure.

The platinum sword spirit weakened by hundreds of runes hit Zhang Chen Tang and was blocked by the rune clothes. However, the platinum sword is very sharp and still cracks the charm.

Under the crack of the rune, the skin is exposed, neither bleeding nor scarred.

Zhang Chentang sneered, but his smile was not revealed, and it was stagnant.

It turned out that after the dozens of platinum swords, it still followed one.

In the vast and powerful breath of dozens of platinum sword spirit, a platinum sword spirit that follows is quite inconspicuous.

Not only Zhang Chentang was unaware of it, but even the onlookers were unaware of it.

Qin Xianhe was shocked.

The idle Zen mage and Fayuan Sami each whispered a Buddha's name.

For example, Qi Wuyou of the Soul Refining Sect in southern Xinjiang, Xu Feiyang in the north, the rest of the immortal elders, those elders and half immortals, and all the people watching the war all showed different colors.

After dozens of platinum swordsmanship, followed by a swordmanship.

It actually smells like a needle.

Zhang Chentang wiped a handful on his chest, and his hands were full of blood.

The sword spirit penetrated the heart. If you are an ordinary person, you have died immediately, and the mysterious person is slightly better to be active. Even if your heart is damaged, you can survive. However, platinum sword spirit, after all, is not an ordinary means. Even if it is only a sword spirit, it has penetrated the key points of the heart and the breath is raging. Even if it is a mysterious king, he may not be able to live.

Zhang Chentang is obviously immortal.

"It's so sinister and cunning that it almost took my life." Zhang Chentang smiled, and his eyes were black and white, but he gradually became bloody, his hair danced wildly, and gradually became crazy. " Probably no one knows that in the retreat, most of the time, I am not mediting, but refining charms."

"Consolidate the mana and turn it into rune paper."

"Extending the idea into pen and ink."

"The refined rune paper is engraved on my body."

"The rune refining body is called the left road of the side door, and does not ascend to the hall of elegance."

"However, having a strong body is more enjoyable than holding strokes."

Zhang Chen and Tang looked at Ling Sheng and said slowly, "My current body is comparable to Jiaolong and Qilong. This is called the power of Jiaoqi on the way of refining the body, which is comparable to Xuanxuan."

As soon as this word came out, most of the Xuanzhenjun in the pregnant fairy mountains were shocked. People who watched the battle from the outside world were stunned.

Zhang Chentang became Xuanxuan on top of the mony. The road to refining the body has also become the power of Jiao?

Boom!

Zhang Chentang hit the two prisoner chains on top of Ling Sheng's head, and the voices coincided, as if it were just a sound.

Ling Sheng beat the platinum sword and missed the two chains.

"Hey!"

A laugh sounded in front of Ling Sheng.

When the two prisoner chains were missed by the sword, Zhang Chentang let go of the chains with both hands and bullied him. When he arrived in front of Ling Sheng, he punched Ling Sheng.

One punch made a sound of explosion.

Ling Sheng looked calm and pointed to the sword and pointed to Zhang Chen Tang.

There is no platinum light on the finger of the sword, only the sharp sound of tearing the atmosphere.

One punch.

Two fingers.

The earthquake shook, and 365 pillars were all oscillating.

The fairy light is coming.

But the fight is endless.