With a wave of his robe, the dust around him was dispersed, and Song Xuan's face was not at all annoyed by being beaten.

On the contrary, he was in a good mood.

Since crossing into this world, it was the first time that he had fallen into a disadvantage in a head-on confrontation, and the kind of life essence that erupted from various acupuncture points in his body after being beaten made him very up.

Heaven and earth are a big universe, while the human body is a small universe, and every acupuncture point in the body can be called a star.

The acupuncture points have been condensed and developed to the extreme, and theoretically speaking, each acupuncture point should be able to give birth to a god.

If the acupuncture points around the body are developed to the extreme, and a god is conceived from the acupoints, at that time, he Song Xuandang can be comparable to the innate gods and demons.

This is Song Xuan's plan for his future physical path, and after being beaten at this moment, the Tanzhong acupoint in his chest is faintly beating, and it seems that his potential has been stimulated.

"Happy!"

Song Xuan laughed, "Master, the next poor Dao is going to be serious, you have to be careful!" ”

"Amitabha!"

The sweeping monk didn't dare to be careless, and he also folded his hands, and the martial arts field swept and spread.

As soon as the field came out, it meant that he also used his real skills.

In one's own realm, unless the great grandmaster who also has the realm cancels it out, the great grandmaster is a god, irresistible, invincible!

Just two fights, the sweeping monk has already noticed it.

Song Xuan is not a great grandmaster, because although his tricks just now are powerful, they cannot be blessed with the power of the dragon, which also means that the other party does not have a martial arts realm.

That being the case, then what else is there to be polite, as soon as the field comes out, the poor monk wants to see how you will deal with it!

At this moment, Song Xuan felt that the whole person was as heavy as a mountain, and the endless gravity in all directions was like countless arms, dragging his body, so that he might not be able to exert even one percent of his affairs.

"Earth Realm?"

Song Xuan's heart had a clear understanding, just like the realm of Grandpa Yueyue was the realm of flames, and the realm of martial arts combining Buddhism and law of the sweeping monk in front of him was the realm of the earth, and the gravity of the earth oppressed the enemy, making it difficult to move an inch.

Song Xuan didn't dare to be careless, and as soon as his mind moved, a cyan sword light appeared from the center of his eyebrows, and within the sword light, a pale cyan three-foot long sword quietly floated in front of him.

This is the natal immortal sword that he smelted all kinds of divine materials and quenched with the fire of the primordial gods.

Raising his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, Song Xuan had the illusion of holding the sun, moon and stars, at this moment, his sword heart was clear, and everything in heaven and earth turned into a sword in his eyes at this moment.

"I take Xuantian as the Taoist name, from now on, you will call it Xuantian Sword!"

Muttering to himself, Song Xuan held the long sword in his hand, his eyes flashed, like a child who had just learned swords, and a little slowly and clumsily slashed out with a fluttering sword.

It was unremarkable, without any sword qi fluctuations, but the sweeping monk showed a panicked look, and his figure disappeared in place in a flash, and when he reappeared, it was already in the opposite direction.

Crash!

Heaven and earth seemed to have been cut off under this sword.

The sound of the mirror being shattered sounded, Song Xuan felt relieved, the endless gravity around him dissipated, and everything in heaven and earth, which was originally stagnant, became vivid again at this moment.

"You just now, what kind of move was that?"

The sweeping monk was shocked, he had lived for so long, and it was the first time he had seen this kind of attack, in this world, there was someone who could break through the martial arts realm with swordsmanship!

This matter is beyond his comprehension!

"Kendo supernatural powers, cut off the flow of water!"

The corners of Song Xuan's mouth raised a smile, "The supernatural power created specifically for breaking the martial arts realm of the Great Grandmaster, by the way, this name was given by my Daoist, how about it, it sounds good, right?" ”

Cut off the water flow?

The sweeping monk was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

Neurotic, what about fighting, who has time to care if your trick name is good or not?

At this moment, he was more concerned about the four words of kendo supernatural powers, and after a little contemplation, a sudden look appeared on his face.

"No wonder, you are not a great grandmaster, you are not blessed by the power of the law, but you are so outrageously strong."

"You're the Perfect Grandmaster?"

Song Xuan smiled, "Master has good eyesight." ”

The sweeping monk seemed to be calculating something, and he nodded a little enlightenedly, "Calculating the time, it is indeed time for a new destiny to be born, so you are the destiny chosen by this generation of heaven and earth, right?" ”

Song Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with a smile: "The master really has good eyesight!" ”

The sweeping monk clasped his hands together and smiled kindly, "Since you are a person of destiny, you will be the pillar of our human race in the future, how about this battle end here?" ”

Song Xuan shook his head, "There is one more trick missing, how about the master try the trick of the poor road!" ”

When the words fell, Song Xuan's whole person became illusory and ethereal, and illusory figures appeared between heaven and earth, as if an immortal descended to the world.

The sweeping monk's face was solemn, he knew that this flawless grandmaster with the destiny of heaven was training him to prove his strength.

Although he is afraid of the Mandate of Heaven and does not want to provoke him again, how can he not be arrogant as a great grandmaster, if you want to continue fighting, then continue to fight!

Song Xuan is out of the sword!

The sword is like a shocking flood, like a flowing cloud, like a shocking flood, elegant to the extreme, beautiful to the extreme, in the eyes of the grandmaster watching the battle, it is not a sword, but art, and the beauty makes people want to die under the sword.

As Song Xuan took out his sword, the illusory figures in the void also took out his sword at the same time, and in an instant, it seemed that hundreds of Song Xuan were swords at the same time.

"Immovable Ming King, immovable as a mountain!"

The sweeping monk sat on the mountain and once again displayed the seal of the immovable Ming King, of course, this time it is the upgraded version of the immovable Ming King Seal 2.0, at the moment when the seal was pinched, the four directions of the east, west, north and south, and four Ming Wang Dharma appeared at the same time.

The four Ming kings appeared, like four Buddhist golden mountains lying between heaven and earth, facing Song Xuan's ethereal and murderous terrifying sword, protecting the sweeping monk to death.

The sound of clanging came and went, the flames splashed, the muffled thunder continued to roar, and the shadows of swords everywhere covered the entire mountain.

Rumble!

The sound of the last sword qi bursting out exploded in the void, causing ripples to ripple in the void, and after that, Song Xuan widened the distance between him and the sweeping monk.

As soon as his mind moved, the Xuantian Sword in Song Xuan's hand disappeared into the Yuanshen space, and he couldn't help but exhale lightly.

Made, real meat!

He urged the power of the Yuan Shen and used the Natal Immortal Sword, but he still couldn't break through the old monk's defense, which was harder than a fucking 10,000-year-old tortoise shell.

Are all great grandmasters so difficult?

The sweeping monk dispersed the Dharma seal, got up and said with a smile: "Dao Chief, neither of you and I can help the other party, how about just stopping?" ”

Song Xuan nodded, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Poor Dao instantly took out his sword thousands of times, but he still couldn't break through the master's defense, and the master's strength is admired!" ”

The sweeping monk laughed and said: "Let the Taoist see and laugh, the poor monk has no other skills, only this defense method is good, among the great masters, defense alone should be among the top three."

The Taoist master uses the realm of the grandmaster to force the poor monks to defend with all their might, and the road of martial arts can be expected in the future! ”