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At this moment, a figure suddenly fell from the sky, but it was an old monk with a big beard, holding a golden Zen staff in his hand, his eyes were glaring, and the fierce flames were surging.

"Go!"

The old monk's strength is amazing, he swings out a cane, and oppresses Yan Cheng downward, and the cane is full of strength, not to mention five billion.

After Yan Cong's wrist flicked, the blood-drinking sword drew a circle of light, which actually circled the Zen staff, and then there were layers of water lines.

With a sound of "Zheng", the blood-drinking sword finally landed on the Zen staff, although the swordsmanship was subtle and the sword qi was extraordinary, but the person who retreated was a complete face.

"Who is my Tao, it turned out to be you, the Golden Scepter Monk. ”

Wan Yan Cong said, the blood-drinking sword was led in his hand, and then it was erected in front of him, the human sword was one, and a thick sword aura emanated.

The Golden Scepter Monk thought that his cultivation was a level higher than Wan Yan Cong, no matter how mysterious Wan Yan Cong's swordsmanship was, he couldn't resist himself, and he had to be injured, but unexpectedly, Wan Yan Cong was just beaten back by his own Zen staff, and he was not injured, so he was secretly surprised.

Seeing that Yan Cong was about to perform a trick, he didn't dare to be too careless, lest he lose his prestige.

In the midst of the lightning and fire, the Zen staff in his hand flicked, let out a whistling, flew out obliquely, pointed to the sky, and put the other hand in front of him, as if worshipping the Buddha with one hand, with a solemn face, like a Buddhist believer who sincerely worships the Buddha, very pious.

However, this golden scepter monk is a famous fierce monk in Dengzhou, and he is not necessarily old, he is more than four hundred years old, but he was already a martial saint long before Yijiazi, and after he became a martial saint, he never appeared again.

What I didn't expect was that he would appear in Huayang, and he also heard the wind and rushed to Tianwang Mountain, and also wanted to get "The Secret of Concubine Wu".

Fang Xiaowu looked at it intently.

This was a rare opportunity, he wanted to see how powerful the swordsmanship of the "Dragon Slaying Sword Saint" Wan Yan Cong was, and whether he could compete with the Golden Scepter Monk who cultivated higher than himself.

After a while, Wan Yan Cong's hand holding the sword suddenly trembled slightly, but he was forced by the momentum of the Golden Scepter Monk, so that he could not launch an offensive.

After another while, Wan Yancong's face turned pale, and the hand holding the sword trembled even more.

Fang Xiaowu saw it and said secretly: "Could it be that Wan Yan Cong doesn't even have the strength to launch an offensive in front of this monk?"

The reason why he had such an idea was because he didn't understand that once the cultivator reached the Martial Saint realm, the strength between each level was definitely not the same.

The cultivation of the Golden Scepter Monk is one level higher than that of Wanyan Cong, unless Wanyan Cong has cultivated the top heaven-level exercises, otherwise, it is impossible for him to compete with the Golden Scepter Monk.

Fang Xiaowu had seen God Nameless fighting with the old bat before, so he thought that as long as he was a genius, he would be able to leapfrog the challenge. But in fact, unless you are a demon-level genius, or you have the top magic weapon hidden in your body, you can do this.

Under normal circumstances, no matter how talented a person is, it is impossible to compete with a master who is one level higher than himself.

The reason why Shen Nameless was able to fight with the old bat man who was several levels higher than him was not only to damage his vitality and activate his soul, but also to stimulate the magic of "Demon Turn". If it weren't for that, it would be impossible for God Nameless to fight the Batman.

In the field, seeing that Yan Cong was forced by himself to launch an offensive, the Golden Scepter Monk let out a proud "haha" laugh and said: "Wan Yan Cong, although you are a genius and became a junior martial saint in your forties, the Buddha told you that the Buddha's cultivation is in the late stage of the transcendent realm, and with all his strength, he can send out 33 billion yuan of power, and you are only in the middle stage of the transcendent realm." If the Buddha is not mistaken, no matter how much you toss, you can only send out 22 billion yuan power, what do you use to compete with the Buddha? For the sake of the face of you being a friend of the King of Pingxi, the Buddha ......"

Before the words fell, he suddenly heard a "sonorous" sound, Wan Yan Cong actually launched a sword momentum, and the reaction of the golden scepter monk was not slow, the Zen staff was outward, and the sword staff intersected, bursting out of a spark.

In an instant, the corners of Wan Yancong's mouth were bleeding, and he took more than ten steps back.

However, the tip of his sword cut through the monk's robe with his miraculous swordsmanship, leaving a shallow scar on the monk's body.

The Golden Scepter Monk was very angry, but if he wanted to talk about the subtlety of his technique, he did lose to Wan Yan Cong, and if he really wanted to fight in anger, he would inevitably lose his prestige.

"After Yan Cong, the Buddha will give you another chance to live, return to the original position, otherwise, don't say that you are a friend of the King of Pingxi, even if you are a friend of the emperor, the Buddha will kill you tonight. ”

The Golden Scepter Monk was originally a famous fierce monk, and when he said this, his face was murderous, and his fierce light was revealed, and he had the meaning of being about to start killing, not to mention the complete face of the battle with him, even the other people who watched the battle were all slightly shocked.

Seeing this, Fang Xiaowu secretly spoke, and said in his heart: "Although Wan Yan Cong's swordsmanship is exquisite, if this Golden Scepter Monk really wants to fight, unless it is the masters here who desperately besiege him together, this guy will be able to sweep everyone away." ”

King Pingxi was worried that if Yan Cong and the Golden Scepter Monk continued to fight, it would lead to death, so he hurriedly said: "Brother Wanyan, you can injure the Golden Scepter Monk with a sword, and you are already worthy of the title of Dragon Slayer Sword Saint, so let's come down." ”

Suddenly, after hearing Yan Cong, he laughed loudly and said, "Lord Wang, with my cultivation, I really can't beat him, but I have a way to get him out." ”

The Golden Scepter Monk was furious and shouted, "You want to activate the power of the Yuan Soul?"

Wan Yan Cheng sneered: "Even if I don't activate the power of the Yuan Soul, I can beat you and run away." ”

With a "poof", he spat out a mouthful of true blood, all of which hit the blood-drinking sword.

Then, he threw the blood-drinking sword into the sky.

Hearing a dragon's groan, the blood-drinking sword turned into a flying dragon, more than ten zhang long, and the dragon's claws pressed down, pounced on the golden staff monk.

The Golden Scepter Monk was taken aback and hurriedly flew out upside down, avoiding the dragon's claws.

"Bang", as soon as the golden scepter monk flew out, he used the Zen staff to catch the flying dragon that was approaching in the blink of an eye.

The flying dragon's eyes flashed with water, and a water dragon's power was emitted through the body, reaching more than 30 billion.

Although the Golden Scepter Monk could also send out more than 30 billion yuan power, he was unable to resist the water dragon power emitted by the flying dragon in a hurry, and was instantly shocked out of the sky above the mushroom stone, far away thousands of feet.

"Stegosaurus is one, dragon kills!"

After Yan Cheng twisted the sword technique, his heart sank.

With a "whoop", the flying dragon's whole body emitted a blood-red water vapor, but it was a water dragon that could fly.

Rumble!

Under the collision of the water dragon, it was unstoppable, and directly knocked the golden staff monk into a mouth spitting blood, his face was pale, and his vitality was greatly damaged.