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The battle between the two peerless masters has made the wind and clouds change color and the river flow backwards.

The water on the river has now set off stormy waves, and some thin small wooden boats are floating up and down in the current, which is dangerous!

At this time, the onlookers were all retreating, for fear of being affected by their sword fists.

Only the six large ships, including the one of the Sword Ten and the others, were nailed in place and did not move.

Jian Shi looked around and found that there was a mythical master on every ship, and he barely used his momentum to block the vision of heaven and earth and avoid the capsizing of the big ship.

Jian Shi and the other members of the Grim Reaper were also secretly frightened, they couldn't imagine that there were so many mythical-level masters outside the mercenary world, no wonder Huaxia had always been a forbidden place for foreign mercenary organizations.

With the continuous evolution of celestial phenomena, the momentum of Ximenduo and Zhang Ye continued to rise, and soon reached a critical point. "Ruthless Kendo!"

Ximen Duo took the lead, and the Shensha Sword pointed diagonally at the sky, and a sky-high cyan sword slashed towards Zhang Ye with the momentum of opening the sky and splitting the earth. "True Qi Materialization!" On the nearest few ships, someone exclaimed, obviously, this level was beyond his reach.

The condensation of that huge sword was no less than that of a pure gold giant sword. "Great love boxing!"

Almost at the same time that Ximen Duo drew his sword, Zhang Ye punched.

A punch blasted out, not imposing at first, just a little pink heart-shaped true qi, spinning away from his fist, but in the process of spinning, it seemed to be constantly absorbing the energy in the space, and it kept growing.

When it was almost enough to hit the huge sword, it suddenly turned into a delicate and beautiful goddess image.

The goddess frowned slightly, danced lightly with her bare hands, and pointed at the sword with one finger. "Embodiment of true qi?" Someone exclaimed in surprise, of course, the only one who could touch this level was the mysterious master on the five big ships.

If "True Qi Materialization" is the goal pursued by all peak masters, then "True Qi Materialization" is an unavoidable opportunity.

As long as the true qi is strong and the savings are sufficient, it is a matter of course to finally reach "materialization".

However, "concretization" depends on enlightenment, and cannot be obtained unless it is a great opportunity.

It can be said that the "materialization of true qi" is the extreme of human beings, and the "embodiment of true qi" is the beginning of God, and it is clear which is stronger and which is weak.

The fact did not surprise everyone, the goddess of "concretization", with a light finger, the huge cyan sword that seemed to be extremely solid and incomparably powerful actually began to shatter into countless fast, turning into bits of blue light, scattered in the air.

Sensing the qi, Simendor spat blood from his mouth, staggered back two steps, and both feet sank into the sand.

Defeat is the winner! With just one move, Zhang Ye, who was bare-handed, defeated Ximen Duo, who was holding the sword of Shensha.

The winner was decided, but there was no distinction between life and death, and the huge goddess in the air pointed at the cyan-colored sword, but it seemed a little more illusory, but it did not disperse, and she stepped forward lightly, and pointed at Ximenduo again.

Simendor had just been hit hard, and at this time he was powerless to dodge, and his face was desperate in the face of this seemingly gentle finger. "No!" A voice like a flood bell sounded, and on one of the five ships, a fat-headed monk wearing a big yellow robe sang loudly and jumped into the air.

A palm was slapped, and a pair of fleshy palms conjured up thousands of palm shadows, and then merged into one, turning into a giant palm, facing the "concrete" goddess in the air.

On the other boat, a figure also flew out, but the two legs were one thick and one thin, and the real qi on the thick foot burst out, turning into a giant foot and stepping towards the "concrete" goddess.

The old Taoist priest on the other boat did not stand idly by, and the dust in his hand turned into a golden dragon and pounced into the battlefield.

However, he was closer to Sword Ten, and the sword spitting out the long sword of Sword Ten was so hard that it could not advance an inch.

Xiao Li, who had just been in deep thought because of the observation of the mythical master's moves, suddenly waved his hand, and a knife slashed into the air.

The giant feet and giant palms were not enough to stop the "embodied" goddess, and the goddess seemed to be angry, and her palms slapped out at the same time, and she threw herself at Simondor.

The giant feet and giant palms were instantly scattered by the angry goddess, and the goddess's body was stagnant due to the huge consumption, and her body was even more illusory.

It was in this pause that Simendor finally regained his breath and slashed the goddess who swooped down with a single sword.

Because of his strong true qi, he spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and the whole person was shaky, as if it was difficult to stand.

Even so, he still breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had escaped this catastrophe, as long as he survived this move, the four mythical masters of Shaolin's Zhixiu Master, Wudang Lingyun Dao Chief, Emei Xuanquanzi, and Sanren Sun Yiqiao would not sit idly by and watch themselves be killed.

Just when he was secretly rejoicing, suddenly his heart was cold, and an incomparably sharp essence qi actually entered from his back heart, shattering his internal organs.

With the last breath of true qi, his eyes locked on Xiao Li, who was on the yacht not far away, and there was a color of enlightenment on the front. "You ......" He stretched out his hand to point at Xiao Li, but he couldn't say a word anymore, and finally his body fell to the ground with a limp, blood flowing from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose. Hahaha, Xiao Li, you have finally taken this step, and the mythical level is just around the corner. Zhang Ye punched away the tricks of the three masters, and it seemed that he didn't have any difficulty at all, laughing and congratulating Xiao Li, it seemed that the victory of the big battle was not as good as the breakthrough of his brother, which made him happy......

The brothers on the yacht didn't know what was going on, but when they heard Zhang Ye say this, they immediately cheered.

Xiao Li was also full of joy, if it weren't for today's Peak Divine War, even if it was another ten years, he might not be able to take this step.

That fat monk is the master of wisdom cultivation in Shaolin, he didn't say that he was trying to help Simon Duo, but he felt that he was also a master of Huaxia, and his mythical strength was not easy to come by, so he had the idea of persuasion.

At this time, seeing that Simon Duo was already too dead to die, he couldn't help but sigh and proclaimed the Buddha's horn: "Amitabha, he is also a master of China, why bother to kill him?" “

Zhang Ye sneered and said, "Master Zhixiu, do you have to avenge this Ximenduo?" "Amitabha, Lao Gao is a monk, just now I just want to save people's lives and resolve the grievances between you and Ximen's donor, now that the wood is in the boat, Lao Gao has no intention of making another move." Master Zhixiu shook his head. "So good! I have also admired Shaolin since I was a child, and I don't want to be an enemy of it, if the master has nothing else to do, please go back! "Amitabha! The old man will return to the mountain, and hope that the donor will be merciful and less evil! After the old monk finished speaking, he boarded the water and returned to his big boat.

Zhang Ye smiled: "Master don't worry, people don't offend me, I don't offend people." If someone offends me, hehe......" What if they do? "The question is which mythical-level old Taoist priest who has just been entangled by Sword Ten, the Lingyun Daoist of the Wudang Sect." Destroy it! Zhang Ye's words were extremely decisive, and his fierce look made all the masters present feel cold. Buddha Amitayus! The donor's murderous intent is too heavy......"

Wudang's old Taoist wanted to preach again, but was coldly interrupted by Zhang Ye: "Lingyun Daoist, do you want to stand up for Ximenduo?" “

Lao Dao was originally a well-known good man in the rivers and lakes, no matter where he went, others always sold him a few thin noodles, but today in Zhang Ye, he ran into walls everywhere, and he couldn't help but turn pale. But Zhang Ye's strength was there, and it was not something he could teach a lesson, so he had to say: "Poor Dao farewell!" He flew back to his big ship, and disappeared into the cabin.

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