Refining Heaven and Earth Chapter 877: Double defeat
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The two figures retreated violently at the same time, separated by hundreds of feet, and stood in the void.
Fang Bai's mouth was faintly stained with blood, and his dignified gaze looked into the distance. His strength was still not enough. The dragon scale armor made his defense stronger, but the power of the Jiujian King Kong Cudgel could not be exerted, and the defense against strong attacks was weak!
In the distance, the white-clothed man was secretly surprised. He asked himself that he would not lose to Fang Bai, but it was not that easy to defeat, especially if Fang Bai was not violent.
Wang Yuzhen raised her head and looked up. Her heart was very contradictory. She hoped that Fang Bai would win, but was afraid that Fang Bai would win.
Wang Fu's picture is heavy, and his eyes are filled with anxiety.
"If you can catch this sword, I will admit defeat!" The white-clothed man said in a deep voice. By now, he has no other choice but to defeat Fang Bai before he enters the violent rage.
"Can't catch it, I'll give up!" Fang Bai nodded heavily and continued, it would be no good for anyone. Even if he defeated this person, would he still have the strength to fight next?
"Look up!"
The white-clothed man's gaze is low, and the blue long sword in his hand shoots out and rises into the sky. The blood is sprinkled on it, and the light is bright.
Void wind and clouds move together, sword glow bursts out, like the sun, moon and stars illuminating the sky; the water waves below are surging, the thousands of years of cold pool are tumbling, and the water waves rise to the sky.
Senran sword light, the air of cold pool, merge and interweave, the void instantly condenses a long, cold dragon, spreading hundreds of meters, fiercely flying.
His!
The sound of inhaling air-conditioning sounded from among the mountains, and the crowd looked at the long dragon in the void in amazement, gathering the right time and place, this person is so strong!
The holy king's eyes were burning, thoughtful, and he turned his head and glanced at the palace lord. The latter's indifferent gaze revealed a hint of interest.
Zhu Xie and Zhu Yang's expressions are heavy, and this person is not necessarily weaker than them. If you put aside Flame Slash and Chi Yan, they are not sure.
The young man in black, Zhao Xinghe, and Wang Fuhua breathed a sigh of relief. If Fang Bai hadn't taken the shot, would they be their opponent?
Wang Yuzhen's heart was instantly grabbed. Can Fang Bai be able to handle such a powerful force?
At this moment, Fang Bai's eyes are dignified. This person's strength is stronger than imagined. Swordsmanship and waterways are integrated. With the power of the Ten Thousand Years Cold Lake, the power of this blow is extremely terrifying.
Nine dantians are running at the same time, and the infuriating energy is sent to the nine-barreled diamond stick. The body of the stick soars rapidly, reaching two hundred meters, which is the limit he has never reached.
An incomparable aura of madness exuded, and his hands sank suddenly, and Fang Bai looked down. At this time, the Jiujian Vajra Club seemed to have become stronger.
Could it be?
The Jiujian Diamond Cudgel is the weapon of Venerable Dali. At the beginning, Venerable Tuo merged with the spirit of Venerable Dali, and this was able to exert most of the power of the Venerable Dali.
Fang Bai was different. In the end, although he surrendered the Jiujian King Kong Stick, surrendering was not accepted because of the ancient dragon's bloodline, so he has been unable to exert even the power of Venerable Tuo.
At this moment, the cultivation base skyrocketed, and the innocent qi was sent in. After the Jiuzhen King Kong Stick seemed to reach a limit, it broke out again.
"Good!"
Fang Bai was overjoyed, and the Jiuzhen King Kong Club swept away with an extremely brutal momentum. He must not be given a chance to gain momentum again.
"Good job!"
The white-clothed man yelled, and seemed to feel the change of the Jiujian Diamond Stick, his dignified gaze, the sword light whizzing down to the sky.
The void collapsed suddenly, the world was bleak, and this sword made the world shake the earth and the earth.
"Broken!"
The nine warriors swept away with the vajra sticks, the gust of wind roared, the void shuddered, and it might be torn at any time.
This is the most powerful blow Fang Bai has faced. If he can take this blow, it means that his strength will leap again by another level. He doesn't want to pass the level by entering the violent state every time.
The uncontrollable power is a double-edged sword, which can hurt yourself while hurting others.
Countless numbers stared at this blow, the collision of genius and genius, the decisive battle between evildoers and evildoers!
Who will win?
A question arises in everyone's mind, and the answer is about to be revealed.
Boom!
For an instant, as if a hundred years, two powerful forces finally collided hard.
The sky is falling apart, the thunder is rolling, the infuriating lasing, the sun and the moon are dull.
The fierce Zhen Qi blasted in the void, some shot straight into the sky, some shot towards the mountains, and some shot into the Wannian Cold Lake.
The roar resounded across the sky and echoed through the mountains for a long time.
Two silhouettes shot in the air, stopping thousands of feet away, condensing the void.
Tick!
The blood slid down, as if brilliant flowers were blooming in the sky, and then sank into the chilly pond of ten thousand years.
Who won?
The crowd looked together, and both of them looked miserable at this time, blood was flowing, and their faces were miserable.
Wang Yuzhen felt his heart hit his throat and almost jumped out. In his heart, he hoped that Fang Bai would win. He was vaguely worried that Fang Bai would become the holy king. He tightly grasped the corners of his clothes with his hands, and sweat leaked out of his forehead.
"I lost!"
The white-clothed man sighed softly, his voice was extremely lonely, and he endured the humiliation, and finally he could not escape a defeat.
"I lost!"
Fang Bai said indifferently, his whole body was soaring, it was a kind of self-confidence, the self-confidence of defeating the strong with the weak.
All lost?
The crowd looked at each other and didn't understand what they meant. How could they both lose?
The holy king's eyes flashed, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he nodded gently.
Zhu Chiyan's eyes are gloomy, frowning and thinking, as if thinking about something.
Zhu Tie smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, Zhu Yang looked cold, Zhao Xinghe and the black-clothed youth had their dignified eyes, and Wang Fuhua breathed a sigh of relief.
"If you lose, you lose." The white-clothed man gave a chuckle, and stomped away lightly.
Fang Bai opened his mouth and said nothing.
In this battle, Fang Bai was defeated, and his current strength is still a little insufficient. It is enough to deal with the second layer of the Dao realm, and there is a chance to win the triple layer of the ordinary Dao realm, but he still has no possibility of winning against some heaven-defying evildoers.
A sword just now, if it weren't for the powerful dragon scale armor and the nine changes of the sky, I'm afraid it would have been crushed at this moment.
The man in white won, but Fang Bai caught the sword, so he lost.
Fang Bai lost, but the strongest form has not yet come out, so he won.
"Wait!"
The Holy King’s Qinglang voice sounded, his body lightly stepped in the air, and he came to the white-clothed man in the blink of an eye.
"The younger generation has seen the Holy King!" The white man clasped his fists and saluted.
"No more."
The holy king looked up and down the man in white for a moment, and said indifferently: "The old man is about to abdicate. I planned to travel around the world in the future. I always have a regret in my heart. I wonder if you can help me make up for this regret?"
The white-clothed man was taken aback, clasped his fist and said: "The Holy King's words are heavy, the younger generation should do their best."
"Good!"
Sheng Wang laughed and said: "I will take it as you agreed."
The man in white said: "The Holy King orders it."
Holy King said: "The old man has never accepted disciples in his life, and no one has inherited his mantle. Since you have agreed, it will be handed over to you."
What?
The people around are shocked, it turns out that the holy king has moved to accept disciples!
Look at the Z positive ◇? version of the chapter on NT @√
Frankly speaking, this person’s talent is indeed against the sky, the swordsmanship and the waterway are perfect, and he can combine the two together to make a world-shaking sword. If it were not for the defense of the powerful Fang Bai, no one would dare to say that he could. Catch this sword.
Such strength will be regarded as a treasure in any sect and will be carefully cultivated.
Similarly, the holy king of Jiuyin Palace, a strong person in the realm of harmony, such a good teacher is hard to find in a lifetime.
Famous teachers and disciples complement each other!
"Are you not willing?" The Saint King frowned when he saw that he hadn't spoken for a long time.
The white-clothed man arched his hands and said: "The juniors thank the Saint King for his favor, but the disciple already has a teacher, so I dare not say anything else."
"Oh!"
The Holy King sighed softly and murmured: "It should be so, it is difficult for the old man to be strong."
"Senior, goodbye." The man in white clasped his fist.
"Well, let's go!" Sheng Wang waved his hand, looking lonely.
The crowd looked at each other, in less than a quarter of an hour, which brought them too many surprises.
In a shocking battle, the Saint King accepted his disciples, but the opponent refused.
All sorts of unthinkable things happened at this moment.
"The selection is over, Fang Bai wins." The voice of the holy king fell, and the figure had reached the ice hall and sat down.
What?
There was a roar among the mountains, and Fang Bai won without dispute, but what does the selection mean by this end? There are still so many people who have not played.
Zhao Xinghe and the black-clothed youth have pale faces, even though they are extremely dissatisfied, but the Holy King has already spoken, they have no courage to refute.
Wang Fuhua was taken aback for a moment, and immediately reacted, feeling dumbfounded.
Fang Bai coughed lightly, with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, but his face became extremely exciting.
From the beginning to the end, he never coveted the position of the holy king, and he played for Wang Fu painting.
Who ever thought, the Holy King directly ordered that the selection is over, let him be among the three, waiting for the selection of the Holy Woman.
The atmosphere was strange for a while, but no one dared to refute it.
Fang Bai frowned slightly and noticed something wrong. Zhu Yang is the next generation of the Lord of the Fire Temple. Judging from the attitude of the previous holy king, the possibility of the saint choosing Zhu Yang is very slim.
Zhu Xie is the mortal enemy of the Fire God Temple. Choosing Zhu Xie means that Jiu Yin Palace will go to war with the Fire God Temple. I believe Jiu Yin Palace will not do this.
In this way, there is only one choice left!
"No way!"
Fang Bai secretly said something bad, how should I explain to Xiao Yu?
Just as he was about to speak, someone strode out of the crowd and said loudly: "Enlighten the Holy King, the junior has something to say."