I just traveled through time and you told me that Taoism is gone?

King Beitian smiled when he heard this, raised the ax in his hand and pointed it at the tip of Zhao Xuanling's nose and said:

"In the most prosperous years of your Taoist life, many Taoist priests died at my hands. Today, you will not be an exception."

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Xuanling's eyes instantly became extremely cold, and the hand holding the Longquan Sword was clenched fiercely.

"Shh!"

Immediately afterwards, a sound of tearing the air suddenly sounded, and a sword shadow stabbed straight towards the door in front of King Beitian.

Zhao Xuanling's attack without warning caught the North Heavenly King off guard. It did not expect that Zhao Xuanling would suddenly attack. In a panic, the North Heavenly King quickly raised his ax to resist.

"Ding!"

Sparks flew everywhere and the sound of metal clashing sounded. Beitian Wang barely blocked Zhao Xuanling's attack.

"Young Taoist priest, you don't have martial ethics."

King Beitian looked at the stern-faced Zhao Xuanling and couldn't help but complain.

But Zhao Xuanling didn't want to say a word now. King Beitian had successfully aroused his anger, and now he just wanted to let King Beitian die.

"Feng Wu Liu Huan!"

Zhao Xuanling said in a deep voice, and then threw the Longquan Sword into the air.

The Longquan Sword in the air was suspended high above Zhao Xuanling's head, and the sword body was constantly trembling.

"Uh-huh-huh-huh-huh!"

After hearing a few squeaking sounds, the original Longquan Sword transformed into six identical swords out of thin air, surrounding Zhao Xuanling.

Zhao Xuanling made a secret with one hand and pointed a finger at Beitianwang.

"go with!"

After receiving the command, the six Longquan Swords stabbed towards the North Heavenly King at a speed as fast as lightning.

Facing the extremely fast and fierce attacking sword shadow, Beitian Wang did not dare to be careless and quickly raised his giant ax to resist.

"Ding ding ding dong."

The Longquan sword collided with the giant ax, making sounds one after another.

Even though Beitianwang was huge, he was not slow either. He blocked six consecutive Longquan Sword attacks one by one.

But as time passed, Beitian Wang also discovered something was wrong.

This attack actually had no intention of stopping. Instead, as time went by, the speed of these six swords became faster and faster.

Now the sword body can no longer be seen with the naked eye, only six white streams of light are constantly shuttling back and forth, and the angle and intensity of the attack are becoming more and more cunning and weird.

The Northern King frowned at this time. Facing this continuous offensive, it felt that it was becoming more and more difficult for him to take on the attack.

But Zhao Xuanling's face was as calm as still water. This Six Illusions of Phoenix Dance is the seventh move in the Evil-Breaking Sword Technique, and it is also the most powerful move that Zhao Xuanling has mastered so far.

The reason why Zhao Xuanling used his strongest move without any reservation as soon as he came up was because he wanted to win the battle quickly so that the Northern King would not be able to fight back.

And the Six Fantasy of Phoenix Dance is not just as simple as what you see, the excitement is yet to come.

"Swish! Swish, swish, swish!"

Under the continuous attack of Longquan Sword, Beitianwang could not cope with it. Longquan Sword slashed across its huge body. The thick-skinned Beitianwang also had a few wounds, and black blood continued to flow out of the wounds. Red ghost energy.

"what!"

King Beitian looked at the wounds on his body, and a burst of anger rose in his heart. With a fierce roar, countless ghost energy spurted out. The black and red ghost energy covered the sky and the sun. The Longquan Sword was also instantly struck by this powerful ghost. Swallowed by Qi, his strength approaching the Ghost King level was fully revealed at this moment.

It was already on the verge of breaking through to the Ghost King level and was very confident in its own strength. However, Zhao Xuanling only used one move to defeat him, which dealt a heavy blow to his self-esteem.

As Longquan Sword was devoured, Zhao Xuanling also knew that the time had come.

I saw Zhao Xuanling's eyes condensed, and he made another secret in his hand and said:

"Knot!"

As soon as the words fell, the Longquan swords that had been swallowed up by the ghost energy suddenly flew back to Zhao Xuanling.

Beitianwang, who looked at this scene with a fierce look on his face, couldn't help but be confused. Although his ghost energy interrupted Longquan Sword's offensive, he didn't believe that Zhao Xuanling would give up.

King Beitian frowned and looked at Zhao Xuanling not far away. It did not dare to relax its vigilance at this moment, and was always on guard against Zhao Xuanling's next movements.

Zhao Xuanling met Beitian Wang's gaze with neither humility nor arrogance. His somewhat white lips moved slowly, and he uttered a word full of chilling meaning.

"cut!"

After the words fell, Beitianwang quickly picked up the giant ax and stood in front of him.

However, the expected attack did not arrive, and the six floating Longquan Swords did not even move at all.

King Beitian looked at Zhao Xuanling strangely and said:

"Are you trying to scare me?"

"Humph, I don't have this leisure time."

Zhao Xuanling snorted coldly and looked around Beitianwang unconsciously.

Beitianwang followed Zhao Xuanling's gaze, and then he suddenly realized that there were many white lines thinner than hair all over his body, which he would not have noticed unless he looked carefully.

These white lines were densely packed all around, just like a huge cage trapping the North Heavenly King in it.

King Beitian didn't know what trick Zhao Xuanling was doing, so he stretched out his fingers curiously and touched the white thread as thin as silk.

"Bah!"

"what!"

Just when King Beitian's fingers touched the white line, he heard a sizzling sound, followed by a burst of white smoke. King Beitian felt as if his fingers were being burned by heavenly fire, and he couldn't bear the intense pain. He shouted loudly.

King Beitian quickly retracted his finger, and after just touching it, there was already a deep scar on his finger.

Zhao Xuanling looked at the deflated King Beitian with cold eyes, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

This white line is where the murderous intent of Fengwu Jiutian lies. The white lines are all condensed from the sword energy. Not only are they extremely sharp, but they also carry a high temperature like the fire of the phoenix, which has a strong restraint effect on ghosts.

This white thread keeps staying around the enemy as the Longquan Sword flies. The dense white thread traps the enemy like a dragnet. By the time it is discovered, it is already too late. Even if it is as powerful as the Northern King, it is impossible. Escape from it.

King Beitian did not dare to act rashly after suffering the pain. He stared at Zhao Xuanling fiercely and said with an expression as if he wanted to eat someone:

"Stinky Taoist priest, you are so despicable!"

"Hmph, no matter how despicable I am, I can't even compare to one ten thousandth of you. Stop talking nonsense and just die."

Zhao Xuanling sneered.

As Zhao Xuanling finished speaking, the surrounding white threads suddenly shrank and quickly enveloped the North Heavenly King.

The King of the North was shocked when he saw this. He knew that once the white line shrank to his body, with its sharpness and terrifying high temperature, no matter how tough his skin was, it would be broken into countless pieces.

Looking at Beitianwang who was surrounded by white threads, Zhao Xuanling looked indifferent, and he was very confident in his attack.

But what he didn't expect was that the Northern King only panicked for a few seconds before regaining his composure.

I saw the giant ax in his hand lying across his chest, then he raised his right hand, turned his right hand into a palm and slapped the giant ax fiercely!

"Snapped!"

Zhao Xuanling looked at Beitianwang's movements with some confusion. He couldn't understand why Beitianwang did this. Could it be that it had a way to break his sure-kill move?

"Snapped!"

Followed by another slap.

As the palm of the hand continued to fall, the originally dark giant ax actually cracked, countless black iron filings continued to fall, and a strange red light also quietly appeared.

"Snapped!"

Beitianwang slapped him hard again.

"Crack!"

The sound of metal breaking followed, and more black iron filings fell, followed by a bright red light above the giant axe.

"Little Taoist priest, if you can let me break the seal of this Ten Thousand Demonic Axe, you must be somewhat capable!"

The red light reflected on Bei Tianwang's face. Under the red light, the originally fierce face looked even more ferocious, and those who looked at it were frightened.