Journey to the West: At the beginning, Li Er was mistaken for his father

Li Xiudao's shot was much stronger than Xiaotiangou or Fahai.

There was no magic power emerging from him at all, but the time and space of this street suddenly froze.

Time slowed down, and the spells of Xiaotiangou and Fahai should have been released in an instant, colliding with each other.

Now it is like two waves, moving slowly in the air at a speed slower than snails, approaching each other, it seems that they will never touch each other.

The space is even more condensed like substance, no matter how amazing the mana and magical powers one person and one dog invoked, there is not even the slightest disorder in their vitality.

but……

Convincing both parties in one fell swoop, Li Xiudao didn't show much excitement and joy on his face.

Instead, he frowned, and suddenly withdrew his mana.

Time and space are restored to their original appearance.

But there is still no distinction between Xiaotiangou and Fahai.

The lotus under his feet shrank to the ground out of thin air, and Li Xiudao flashed tens of feet away.

Release a mana to protect the surrounding houses, so as not to hurt their lives due to two fighting skills.

Then, Li Xiudao continued to watch what was about to happen with great interest.

Just now, he suddenly had a feeling in his heart.

A fourth party has stepped in.

really……

It was clear that the sky was blue and white, but a ray of starlight that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye suddenly lit up in the sky and fell down.

follow closely.

A ray of white light suddenly descended from the sky with an unparalleled sharpness, and coincidentally inserted into the vortex of vitality stirred up by the fight between Xiaotiangou and Fahai.

The smoke disappeared.

A white light flashed past, and the abnormality just now had completely disappeared, as if everything I saw before was just a dream.

"No wonder."

Li Xiudao looked up at the sky and secretly sighed.

Earlier, he was still curious about who could earn an equal share with Fa Hai in martial arts.

Now, there is no surprise at all.

He could feel clearly that the white light just now seemed to bear the appearance of the western white tiger Geng Jin.

There are many cultivation methods in the world, each with its own merits, but when it comes to being sharp and difficult, it is undoubtedly the power of Geng Jin.

In cultivating the world, the so-called one sword breaks ten thousand dharmas, which means Gengjin in the flying sword you rely on.

It's just that this mana and people are too harmful to flesh and blood, depleting essence, energy and blood.

The purpose of cultivating monks is to live a long life and live as long as the heavens, not to compete with others and seek happiness.

How can fighting magic power compare to fighting Taoism?

Just like when Sun Wukong worshiped the Bodhi ancestors at the beginning, he only asked whether he could live forever with all kinds of spells and thousands of ways.

Unless you are extremely talented and able to cultivate into a primordial spirit before your life essence dries up, no matter how you calculate it, it will be a loss-making business.

After breaking through the fighting momentum between Fa Hai and Xiao Tiangou, Bai Guang had already consumed most of his strength, and his speed suddenly slowed down, and he was about to fall.

With a move of his hand, Li Xiudao released a scroll of Taoist light, and received the white light in his palm, he couldn't help but secretly marveled.

He originally thought that the white light was a Taoist spell or supernatural power, but he didn't expect it to have a real entity.

However, it is not the flying sword and flying knife as expected, it is actually an extremely rare arrow in the cultivation world.

The arrow is only one stroke long, looks very delicate and small, but it is heavy, it weighs almost a hundred catties.

Even though the power of the gods has been suppressed, there is still an indescribable coldness that pierces the eyes.

Li Xiudao knew in his heart that this was not its true form.

Once raised by someone, it will instantly extend to the length of an arm.

It's just that this arrow is different from other magic weapons that can rise and fly by themselves when injected with mana and true energy.

Unless Xiu has the supernatural power of his Dragon Elephant Dali, even if the monk's physical body is far superior to that of ordinary people, it will not be too smooth to use.

In ancient times, the Wu Clan inherited Pangu's essence and blood, and their physical bodies were naturally tyrannical, capable of moving mountains and seas, chasing stars and capturing the moon.

When fighting, it is also mainly based on physical melee.

Among the hundreds of races, the witch race and the human race are the most similar, and the relationship is the closest, and there is no reproductive isolation from each other.

Therefore, among the human race, they also inherited part of the blood of the witch race and the way of body training.

Before the Battle of the Conferred Gods, the human race practiced and fought very much like the witch race, full of weapons such as knives, guns, sticks and axes.

But since the primordial spirit method that despised the flesh body became popular in the world, there have been very few of them, let alone bows and arrows that were rare in ancient times.

When Li Xiudao put away the arrow, Zheng Zhuer had already rushed out of Tiance Mansion.

Words come before people arrive.

"Who are you, dare to do it here?!"

Li Xiudao followed the prestige, and saw that the person came to a sudden stop and stood on the spot.

The person who shot this shocking arrow was actually a young man with a girth of ape arms and wasp waist and a tall body.

White clothes and white armor, looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, but possessed an extraordinary majesty, as if he was born to be a general who commanded thousands of troops.

"It's you……"

The young man raised his sword eyebrows slightly, unhurriedly slung the longbow behind his left hand, dragged out a Fangtian painted halberd with his right hand, the tip of the halberd reached Fahai, and said in surprise.

"Didn't you go to the Debate Conference today? Why are you still here?!"

Without waiting for Fa Hai to answer, the boy asked and answered by himself.A halberd swayed, creating subtle ripples in the air.

"Forget it, you came just in time.

We didn't decide the winner last time, so it's just now that we decide the winner! "

Putting away his mana, Fa Hai was also slightly taken aback.

He naturally recognized that the other party was the one who overwhelmed all the heroes in the selection of Tiance Mansion and finally tied with him.

At that time, Fa Hai didn't use half of his mana and supernatural powers, but only used his martial arts, and the strength he displayed was less than one percent of his real combat power.

But I didn't expect that the opponent also had a hole card and didn't use it.

The power of this arrow, even if he is now very advanced, he is not willing to take it lightly.

However, that's all.

There is no need to use supernatural powers specially, Fa Hai just took a look, and he saw the young man's details clearly.

"Benefactor Xue, it would be too inhumane for this poor monk to fight with you now, Fa Hai will not do it."

Fa Hai shook his head and said calmly.

Fa Hai sees it clearly, the young man looks imposing, but he is actually at the end of his strength inside.

The spirit, energy and blood have all fallen to the bottom, and now they are only relying on their last breath to hold on.

Once the breath is gone, even the feeble scholar who has no strength to restrain a chicken will be no match for him.

This makes sense.

If the young man is really a practitioner, no matter how good he is at restraining his breath, his cultivation level will definitely not be able to hide from Fa Hai's Buddhist wisdom eyesight.

It was obvious that he had used some kind of strange method to force his Qi and blood just now to be able to send out this frightening arrow.

Now that Fa Hai had exposed the foundation, the young man stopped holding on, and when his spirit broke down, his face flushed first, and then quickly turned pale.