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Chapter 1713 Duan He's Prestige

It was also fortunate that the two Taoist saints entered the arena in time, otherwise the injured immortal general might have fallen under Duan He's violent attack.

At this moment, he finally took a breath.

In the sky, Duan He, who was fighting fiercely, laughed wildly.

"Is this the strength of Tiangong Immortal General?"

If this sentence was said more than ten seconds ago, it would only be regarded as crazy talk.

Now, however, they can't even talk back.

Looking at Duan He, who still holds the upper hand with one against two in the sky, his heart trembled wildly.

"Damn it!"

How could this person be so strong?

Where did he come from, why hadn't he heard of it before?

He finally understood that Duan He really gave him face just now.

This person is really not on the same level as them.

His fighting power is not inferior to that of the veteran god!

"Go together!"

"He himself said that he would challenge the three of us!"

He no longer cares about face, whether he can win now is the key.

When two immortal generals joined forces with a Tiangong Daosheng, the battle situation finally regained its balance temporarily.

But seeing high in the sky, Duan He activated the law space, rushing left and right among the three.

Facing the legal realm of the three of them, the pitch-black giant pillar of origin, although not as powerful as the normal origin, can leave a trace of black mist in the opponent's legal realm every time they confront each other.

Outsiders couldn't see the specific effect of the black mist, but judging from the struggling expressions of the other three Taoist saints, it was obviously not a good thing.

But Duan He's swordsmanship is even more weird.

In him, he can't even feel the heart of the sword, and there is no artistic conception of the way of the sword, but he can compete with the three Taoist saints.

Everyone could clearly see the path of each of his swords, but they didn't understand how he did it.

Such combat power is heart-stirring.

The Tianlin Army and Feixingtang below did not start a battle.

Everyone was looking up to the sky to watch the decisive battle of the four Taoist saints.

If life and death are separated between them, then there is no need to fight below.

After watching for a while, Du Chang couldn't help feeling emotional.

"I finally understand why Sect Leader Jiang valued him so much back then."

Ma Hui on the side couldn't help but nodded.

"Yeah, this guy is amazing."

"What has he been through all these years?"

"Although he was faster than us in the past, but looking at it now, he seems to have embarked on a special path."

"Master Jiang should have seen that his fate was different back then."

"Yes, this guy's luck is amazing!"

This is the real trump card of Feixianmen!

And there are four such trump cards!

"Oh my God!"

"It turns out that he is a Taoist saint!"

The Flying Star Hall disciples behind them were all stunned.

Looking up at the battle in the sky, they felt very close yet far away, very real and yet dreamy.

"He is not only a Taoist saint, but he is fighting three Taoist saints alone. What kind of strength is this..."

"Is this senior really our master uncle?"

The head of the sect actually has such a fellow sect?

This is too absurd, right?

You know, when Duan He came out just now, they thought he was also a Daoist.

After all, Wei Heng, Ma Hui and the others didn't have much respect for him at the time, so keep your mouth shut, you bastard.

"Master, with such a strong master guarding us, why didn't you say so earlier?"

"If this senior had been called to support us earlier, Ming Ya would dare to bully us."

Some disciples reminded Venerable Wei Heng in a low voice, "You should be more polite to this senior next time, in case he gets angry..."

Hearing their discussion, Weiheng, Ma Hui Dushang and others didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

It seems that these juniors still don't know much about the style of Feixianmen.

Just as they spoke, the fierce battle in the sky had already been decided.

I saw that the four people had separated temporarily.

Duan He's complexion turned slightly pale, but the three of them were more or less injured.

"Do you still need to continue fighting?" His sword was still pointing at the opposite side.

The leading immortal general had been injured before, and at this moment the corner of his mouth was overflowing with blood, panting like a bull, and it was already hard for him to speak.

The other fairy general is in better condition.

Hearing this, he snorted coldly: "I don't believe you didn't pay any price!"

"Then go on."

Duan He's sword lit up again.

The three people on the opposite side shook their hands quickly.

"Okay, your strength has been respected by us."

The military Taoist quickly said: "It seems that you are not enemies, you can take them away."

It seemed that he felt that he had no face. The leader of the immortal general tried his best to suppress the urge to vomit blood, and said in a deep voice: "But you have to do what you say, and you must not appear in front of us in the future! Otherwise, the next time it will be a full-scale war!"

Everyone silently slandered, how good it was so early, they insisted on being beaten.

Only then did Duan He put away his sword and take back the law space.

At the beginning, he planned to kill the leading immortal general in seconds, but he used special means, which indeed paid a price.

And there are tens of thousands of people in the Tiangong below, and more than fifty Daoist priests, whose strength completely crushes that of Feixingtang.

If you really want to go to war in an all-out way, your own side will probably die and only you will be left.

A crisis is finally over.

The disciples of Kuanghaizong and Flying Star Hall below couldn't help cheering.

"Great!"

"It's finally all right!"

Taoist Guantao excitedly grabbed Weiheng's hand, almost crying.

"Weiheng fellow daoist, and fellow daoist who came to help, that senior... Thank you very much, thank you so much!"

He also made up his mind not to return to Ming Zaiyu.

Just follow Feixingtang and go directly to Xiaomangyu.

Otherwise, there will be a series of battles in the future, and the eighty people will not be able to survive in the end.

In fact, the tens of thousands of soldiers at Tiangong also breathed a sigh of relief.

Duan He is too strong, they don't want to start a war with this kind of person.

When the four Taoist saints returned to their own formations, the Tianlin Army loosened the encirclement.

Flying Star Hall and Kuang Haizong, under the escort of twenty Daoist priests, slowly flew towards Xiaomangyu, Duan He stayed at the end to hold the formation.

The two sides were about to separate, and suddenly there were two heavy shouts from above.

"stop!"

"Leave!"

Before the voice reached his ears, two middle-aged men had already appeared in front of the Flying Star Hall team.

"King Xiao! King Hao!"

Seeing these two gods, Wei Heng, Guan Tao and the others changed their complexions and cried out inwardly.

And the three Taoist saints on the other side of the Tiangong hurried forward to salute.

"See the coach, and see King Hao!"

The head coach of the Tianlin Army is King Xiao. As one of the veteran gods, his strength is unfathomable.

Although King Hao is not outstanding among the gods, he is not comparable to ordinary Taoists.

The sudden arrival of these two people caused another change in the conflict that had already disappeared.

"We noticed the fluctuations in the battle, what happened just now?"

"Why let them go?"

The three Taoist saints of Tiangong did not dare to hide anything, and quickly recounted the conversation and battle process just now.

After King Xiao and King Hao heard this, their eyes fell directly on Duan He.

"Your Excellency wants to take them away so easily, is it because you deceive me that there is no one in Tiangong?"

(end of this chapter)