The Immortal Taoist Chapter 208: The true strength of style

Wei Wudi's three temples were obviously damaged, but she didn't care at all, she still used the giant swords transformed from the three temples to resist the amorous Yinlong Dao sword. If the three temples were completely destroyed, Wei Wudi's realm would fall below the Tianzun realm.

The temple was condensed from Tianfu, but the shattering of the temple did not turn into Tianfu again, but completely disappeared. After losing two great realms in a row, it is as difficult as ever to come back from cultivation.

Of course, the current Wei Wudi doesn't need to think about future issues at all, because she may not have a future. After the confrontation just now, she has understood that there is only one dead end to resist the style alone.

The problem is that she has no choice. Whether it is Ling Dao or Die Wu, it is impossible to block the amorous Yinlong Dao sword. At present, the most likely way to win is for her to resist the amorous Yinlong Dao Sword, Ling Dao and Die Wu attack with all their strength. If Ling Dao's and Die Wu's attacks could severely damage the style, then Wei Wudi and the others could turn defeat into victory.

It can be said that Wei Wudi was betting his life, and losing the bet was nothing more than dying under the sword of style. Even if the bet is won, Wei Wudi may lose her three temples.

"Things that do not live or die!"

Fengqing looked at Wei Wudi's eyes, full of sarcasm. A late-stage sage king tried to resist her a Dao weapon urged by a peak sacred king. Did she look down on her or look down on the silver dragon sword?

The Yinlong Dao Sword seemed to come alive in Fengqing's hands, and it uttered a loud dragon chant, full of sword aura, like a pouring rain, it fell on the place where Wei Wudi was.

The same mistake, Fengqing will definitely not repeat it. Although her main opponent is Wei Wudi, she has not forgotten Ling Dao and Die Wu either. She swings a sword in her right hand, clenches a fist in her left hand, clasps her thumb into her fist eye, her fist is like a knife, unparalleled sharpness, and vigorous momentum.

The four magnificent temples are like Optimus Prime, towering in every direction, whether it is Wei Wudi, Ling Dao and Diewu, all within the scope of the four temples.

"It's useless, even if the three of them play 12% of their strength, they cannot be the opponents of Fengqing Senior Sister."

"I don't know why, I always feel that Senior Sister Fengqing is not right today. With her strength, she should push the Dao Qi, shouldn't it be crushed by the three of them?"

The style is not only the pinnacle saint king, but also the genius warrior of the human palace. Tianzun, who knew Fengqing, even felt that even without Dao Qi, Fengqing could defeat Wei Wudi and Ling Dao.

Is it true that hearing is falsified and seeing is believing? Perhaps, the strength of Fengqing is just magnified by rumors?

"Chichichichi..."

The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and there are dense cracks in the void. Wei Wudi's offensive, in front of the charming Yinlong Dao sword, collapses at once. It was not that Wei Wudi's offensive was weak, but the strength displayed by Fengqing at this time was far beyond the previous one.

It's not that the style has become stronger, but that the style seemed to go all out before, but in fact it still has reservations. Fengqing didn't dare to go all out. Of course, it was not Wei Wudi who was concerned, but Ling Dao's life-saving card.

Wei Wudi's killer, Fengqing has the confidence to deal with it, but Lingdao's life-saving hole card, Fengqing heart is really unfounded. Although Ling Dao was the emperor, but he was still unwilling to exchange his life with Ling Dao. What's more, once Ling Dao's life-saving trump card was inspired, it was likely that Fengqing died, and Ling Dao was not dead.

Ling Dao's fist and the amorous left fist slammed into each other, and thunder was raised on the ground, and the fierce fist was scattered. With the support of the four temples, the power of amorous feelings seemed to flow continuously, punch after punch.

The sword light of Die Wu was covered by the shadow of Fengqing as soon as he arrived in front of Fengqing. While Fengqing dealt with Ling Dao with one hand, it could still easily block Die Wu's attack.

No, to be precise, Fengqing is not resisting Die Wu's attack, but counterattack. The amorous fist, like a lofty mountain, overwhelmed Diwu's breath.

Fengqing can have such strength, and those Tianzun in the distance are not surprised at all. After all, Ling Dao and Die Wu are only Heavenly Sovereigns. If a pinnacle of style and style cannot deal with Ling Dao and Die Wu, wouldn't they have cultivated to dogs for so many years?

"Boom!"

Ling Dao's figure regressed again and again, until now, he discovered that the true power of style is completely above him. With his bare hands, he couldn't beat the style at all, even if Wei Wudi stood in front, he couldn't help the style.

Die Wu's situation is much more dangerous than Ling Dao, because Fengqing has no killer against Ling Dao for the time being. The emperor must be treated with caution, Die Wu is Fengqing's first target to be killed.

Firstly, Die Wu is the person designated by the senior officials of the Palace to kill. Secondly, Die Wu has the weakest strength and it is the easiest to kill Die Wu. It's better to break one finger and kill one Diwu than to injure his ten fingers. It is more useful than wounding Die Wu and Wei Wudi at the same time.

"This is her true strength. I will say that she is a pinnacle holy king, how can she not beat Diewu and the others?"

Xuan Wuqi was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, wondering what kind of medicine was sold in Fengqing Gourd. You know, Fengqing's previous injuries are real, without any fraud.

"I know, it's because of that kid. If I guessed correctly, that kid is the son of Emperor Xiaoyao!"

Although Xuan Wuji knows things that are not as charming, he still knows that Die Wu is about the apprentice of Emperor Xiaoyao. Before, he only thought that Ling Dao and Die Wu were disciples of the same sect, but now it seems that Ling Dao should be the emperor.

Only the emperor can have Ling Dao's combat power against the sky. Only the emperor ~IndoMTL.com~ can cause the jealousy of style. In fact, it is not Ling Dao who is really afraid of the style, but Ling Dao's father, Emperor Xiaoyao.

What is the peak of the Saint King in front of the emperor?

"Puff!"

Die Wu's face turned pale, her mouth spurted blood, and her amorous left fist struck her directly as if it crossed the space barrier. How can she, who is only in the heaven and respect level, withstand the full blow of the style?

The offensive of Fengqing didn't stop there, but the left fist of Fengqing hit Die Wu's face again. Die Wu gritted his teeth and continued to swing the sword in his hand to resist the amorous left fist. It's a pity that the dense sword aura disappeared instantly under the offensive of the amorous feelings. It could almost be described as destroying it.

In Die Wu's eyes, a trace of despair flashed. This punch may not kill her, but with a few more punches, she will undoubtedly die. The body of Supreme Heavenly Venerate cannot withstand the attack of the Peak Saint King at all.

"Kunpeng Boxing!"

At the moment of the moment, Ling Dao waved his fists and stood in front of Die Wu. Ling Dao used the Nine Turns True Dragon Strength, his arm muscles were knotted, like two big dragons, hitting Fengqing's fist.