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Could it be that the other party is the same as Fairy Ziling, an old monster from the Tongtian Immortal Dynasty tens of thousands of years ago, or even longer?

"Who is this strong man who looks like a monk?"

"It's shocking to be able to compete head-on with the elders of the Golden Lion clan without losing the wind."

"I've never heard of such a character before."

……

In the distance, the immortal experts from all sides who were watching the battle between the two were also in an uproar.

"Good guy."

"It's too fierce, it's ten times better than the old man, no, it's a hundred times."

Ao Zhanxiong's eyes lit up, and he said in amazement.

"This person's realm is strong and his strength is brave, which is simply unheard of."

"When did the master subdue the strong man?"

Mingjie and Qingyu also looked at each other, and the two of them became more and more in awe of Zhao Fan. The latter subdued an existence even stronger than Fairy Ziling without him and others not knowing it.

The owner, Zhao Fan, is simply unpredictable!

"An existence that can be personally suppressed by the Immortal King Tongtian in Wudao Jiange."

"Naturally it's a big deal."

Noticing the reaction of Ao Zhanxiong and Mingjie wanting Qingyu and the other three, Fairy Ziling glanced at them and snorted coldly.

"what?"

"Existence that was personally suppressed by the Immortal King Tongtian?"

Hearing this, Ao Zhanxiong and the others all looked at each other in blank dismay, only then did they truly realize how terrifying the origin of the sword monk is!

They all looked at the calm Zhao Fan at the same time, and their eyes changed several times.

The master, Zhao Fan, is too heaven-defying, even the existence that was suppressed by Tongtian Immortal King himself, so how strong is the former?

Originally, a few of them were somewhat worried about whether Jianshan could withstand the Golden Lion Clan, but now it seems that they don't have that worry at all.

With Zhao Fan personally sitting in the town, they are still afraid of a fart!

Zhao Fan's face was indifferent, his eyes were deep and calm, and the background of the Golden Lion family, if only this strength, was not enough to disdain the long years of the Southern Territory.

He wanted to wait for the sword monk to defeat Jin Yangtian, and then learn how profound the background of this so-called ancient fairy race was.

Today, Zhao Fan will either not take action, or let everyone know that Tongtian Sword Mountain is protected by him. From now on, no one will be provoked!

In the past, when his strength was insufficient, Zhao Fan could choose to forbear and dormant, but now that he has a certain confidence, he will naturally not be restrained.

In the void, Jin Yangtian's face was cold, and his mood was even more dignified. As he continued to fight against the sword monk, he found that the latter's strength was somewhat beyond his imagination.

If the fight continues like this, it will be difficult to really tell the winner in a while.

"Luo Tian Lion Seal!"

Jin Yangtian suddenly opened the distance, his hands evolved the power of the avenue, and suddenly turned into a huge seal, with terrifying power, he aimed at the sword monk and blasted him down.

boom!

Caught off guard, the sword monk hurriedly resisted, but was still blasted to the ground.

The hill collapsed, and the entire land was shattered, forming a bottomless pit.

"kill!"

Jin Yangtian's eyes dimmed, his cold light soared, his hands turned into golden beast claws, tearing apart the void, and he grabbed the sword monk's position vigorously.

He wanted to take the opportunity to kill the opponent in one fell swoop.

At the same time, the laws of immortality permeated, condensing into golden battle spears, which followed closely behind and blasted down.

Jin Yangtian has rich fighting experience, and his methods are fierce and fierce, and he wants to kill the sword monk completely in one go.

"what!"

Seeing that the situation was urgent, there was a sudden angry roar, like the sound of nine heavenly gods and demons, causing the chains of the gods of order to explode.

A figure exuding a monstrous evil spirit burst out from the ground, with five fingers clenched into fists, black Sanskrit writing surged up and down, and collided heavily with the golden animal claws.

boom!

Under Jin Yangtian's horrified expression, the golden animal claw was shaken into a blood mist and exploded.

The sword monk's face was full of evil spirits, his eyes that were originally empty were full of bloodthirsty rage, and his strength had skyrocketed several times compared to just now.

He is like a real awakened god and demon, smashing the void with one foot, and kicking towards Jin Yangtian head-on.

Shocked and frightened, Jin Yangtian hurriedly used his demonic power to fight back, but in the next second, his whole body exploded out like a blown cannonball as if he had been hit hard.

He smashed one mountain after another, and before he had a chance to breathe, the sword monk chased him up again.

He lifted his fist the size of a sandbag, smiled stupidly, and said almost subconsciously: "Benefactor, this poor monk is here to help you become a Buddha."

As soon as the words fell, the fist easily shattered the sky, and with the power of thunder and lightning, it slammed heavily towards Jin Yangtian's head.

"not good."

Jin Yangtian turned pale with shock, and turned into a golden lion, directly revealing the true body of the demon fairy, stretching the indestructible fairy ring, trying to block the sword monk's random punches.

bang, bang...

However, the sword monk was like a demon, the power of each punch was enough to destroy everything, causing Jin Yangtian to howl terribly.

The demon immortals of the Golden Lion Clan had an indestructible physical body, and Jin Yangtian even cultivated a golden animal body, but under the terrifying fists of the sword monk, he couldn't sustain a few punches, and was beaten to pieces.

"Humph!"

Just when Jin Yangtian's life was in danger, a cold snort suddenly shook the world.

The void condensed layer by layer, and a burst of extremely powerful energy pressed down on the frantic sword monk head-on.

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That is the strongest law energy, like a galaxy of stars, cut through the boundless sky, and mercilessly blasted down at the sword monk.

The sword monk felt it in his heart, almost subconsciously, and punched out with his backhand.

Although he is stupid, the fighting instinct in his bones is amazing. His huge fists are filled with terrifying evil spirits, which are enough to destroy everything.

boom!

Accompanied by the deafening crash, the sword monk groaned and staggered back uncontrollably.

This is his incomparable and almost perverted existence, otherwise, an ordinary high-ranking immortal would not be able to withstand such a powerful bombardment.

"Ok?"

The void split open, and a bright golden figure appeared, as if surprised that the sword monk could block his attack.

This is a man with a stern face, his eyes are filled with golden luster, and his face is resolute and cold.

He was tall and straight, with long golden hair flying all over his head, and his gestures and gestures exuded a terrifying aura.

Just like a supreme demon king, the moment he appeared, almost everyone present felt a sense of suffocation from the soul.

"The patriarch of the Golden Lion Clan, Jin Wudi!"

In the distance, there was an immortal expert who was watching the battle, and said slowly with a dignified expression.

The patriarch of the Golden Clan, Jin Wudi, is known as the strongest of the clan at this time.

He had already entered the high-level immortal level 1000 years ago, and in the past few hundred years, most of the time, he was almost in retreat.

He is an extremely mysterious existence in the golden lion clan, and he finally showed up strongly at this moment. Obviously, the strength of the sword monk has already made him have to make a move.

"Patriarch, please take action and kill this person."

Seeing the appearance of the head of the family, Jin Yangtian, who had lost all face, was overjoyed.

"You really disappoint me."

Jin Wudi had no expression on his face, and was very dissatisfied with the performance of Jin Yangtian, a rich man just now.

The majestic elder of the golden lion clan was beaten violently in full view of the crowd, which completely disgraced the fairy clan.

"I……"

Jin Yangtian couldn't tell the truth, not because he wanted to make a fool of himself, but because the strength of the sword monk was indeed too terrifying, and he was simply beyond his ability.

"Get back."

After speaking to Jin Yangtian, Jin Wudi's sharp eyes slowly looked at the sword monk not far away.

"If you humiliate my people, you should be punished."

Before he finished speaking, he clenched his five fingers tightly, and thousands of Taos manifested, and they condensed into a murderous spear, which shattered the sky for hundreds of miles. With the aura of destroying everything, he stabbed at the sword monk head-on .

The tip of the spear was black but glowing with blood, filled with strong fluctuations, and before it could actually stab, the cold murderous intent made people's scalp numb and their hearts tremble.

The sword monk was still stupid, but his fists were rough and powerful, relying on his fighting instinct, he blasted towards the spear.

The more powerful the existence, the simpler and more straightforward the way of fighting.

boom!

This time, the sword monk suffered a great loss. Although he avoided the spear's nail with great difficulty, his fists, which were powerful enough to smash Jin Yangtian's body, were bleeding continuously.

A trace of terrifying rules of destruction continued to erode the sword monk's body from the wound.

The sword monk roared in a low voice, as if he was completely enraged, blood-colored evil energy suddenly evaporated from his body, and the already powerful momentum suddenly surged again.

The power fluctuations he exudes at this moment, if you have to make a comparison, it is comparable to the consummation of the sixth-rank immortal monarch, and only one step away from being comparable to the seventh-rank immortal monarch.

In this state, the sword monk was a little mad, and his whole body was filled with evil spirits, like a completely revived god and demon.

"Kill, kill..."

The sword monk was stimulated and turned into a similar appearance to when he fought with Zhao Fan back then. The dark aura filled the sky, and his whole body was like a runaway beast, crazily killing Jin Wudi.

"Humph!"

Seeing the sword monk like this, Jin Wudi snorted coldly, raised his hand with a blank expression, and stabbed out with a spear.

With the golden spear in his hand, the lethality it erupted was simply too frightening, as if the entire void of hundreds of miles or thousands of miles was about to be pierced by a spear.

The surging and endless destructive force swept across, and the sword monk fought frantically, but under this unimaginably strong force, he still rolled and roared, coughing up blood and flying everywhere.

Just now he beat Jin Yangtian into a deadly sword monk, but in front of Jin Wudi, he was like a struggling naughty boy, without much resistance at all.

The gap is too big.

"You should be punished!"

Jin Wudi's eyes were icy cold, and his spear slashed across the sky, ruthlessly picking at the sword monk's chest.

The sword monk roared again and again, and at the critical moment, he clenched his hands tightly, gathered into a black spear, and brazenly used the holy method of fighting, displaying exactly the same attack method as the opponent.

boom!

The two spears collided, causing fluctuations for hundreds of miles, and the sky and the earth were dimmed.

"Ok?"

Jin Wudi frowned slightly, and the power of the spear in his hand soared, breaking the opponent's spear in an instant, and then smashing through everything, still piercing towards the sword monk's chest with incomparable sharpness.

In the face of absolute power, even the rumored secret art of fighting and fighting can't reverse everything.

"boom!"

Just when the sword monk was unable to stop him, a ray of sword light struck down forcefully, making it impossible for the golden spear to move an inch further.

Zhao Fan, who was still on the sidelines until now, finally chose to make a move.

"You finally got your shot."

"The strongest man sitting on the sword mountain."

Jin Wudi was not surprised, he seemed to have known Zhao Fan for a long time, and said with a blank face.

"Seventh Grade Immortal Lord."

Zhao Fan saw through his realm at a glance, otherwise he was as strong as a sword monk, how could he hardly have much resistance in front of the opponent?