Rebirth of the Alone Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 1007 The First Battle

The sky and the earth shook, and the void shattered!
Although Fang Xiu has not been a true immortal for a long time, he has always fought against people at the first level of true immortals.

The strength of a body is not at the Ten Thousand Dharma Realm, but it can't be too weak.

Xuan Yin is a veteran true immortal, and his cultivation has reached the Ten Thousand Dharma Realm.

Neither of them belonged to the weak at the level of true immortals.

The movement of the confrontation is enough to describe it as a catastrophe.

The moment the two sides started fighting, it attracted the attention of the whole world.

No one expected that Fang Xiu would suddenly fight Xuan Yin.

Before this, there was no news at all, and everything was very abrupt.

Most importantly, the identities of the two.

One is the contemporary head teacher of Wudang Sect.

One is the contemporary son of Zhengtian Sect, who is about to take over the position of leader.

Both of them represent the existence of one side's Zhenzhou forces.

Now that they are fighting, one can't help but wonder whether it means that the Wudang faction is at war with the Zhengtian sect.

"Master Qin, do we want to make a move?"

In the Minjiang mansion in Yuzhou, Xie Huazhi's eyes seemed to penetrate the endless void, and he directly saw the scene of Fang Xiu and Xuanyin fighting.

The breath caused by this battle made him secretly startled.

Qin Huaxian shook his head and said, "Look!"

While speaking, his eyes were quite dignified.

He knew Xuanyin's strength.

In Zhengtian sect, it may be Wu Dingyan who can stabilize the opponent's head.

Even Qin Huaxian himself was not sure that he could deal with Xuanyin.

After all, the background of the Wudang Sect is not comparable to that of the Orthodox Sect.

When Xuanyin became famous, it was hundreds of years earlier than when he became a real immortal.

The other party is already a true immortal of the Myriad Dharma Realm, but he has only reached the peak of the Immortal Realm, and is still half a step away from the Myriad Dharma Realm.

Xie Huazhi said: "From the point of view of the lord, which side has a better chance of winning the battle between the Holy Son and Xuan Yin?"

"Xuanyin is a veteran true immortal after all, and although Shengzi is extremely talented, he has not been weak in strength after being promoted to a true immortal, but compared with Xuanyin, I am afraid there is still some gap."

After a long silence, Qin Huaxian replied objectively.

In his opinion, if Fang Xiu is given another few decades, he may not be able to catch up with Xuanyin.

But now it has only been about a year since he broke through to become a true immortal, even if he is a peerless genius, it is difficult to cross such a chasm.

"If the Holy Son is defeated..."

"Then let's do it!"

Qin Huaxian said calmly but firmly.

Fang Xiu is no longer as simple as the Son of Zhengtian, but also the person who is about to take over the position of the leader of Zhengtian.

As long as Fang Xiu is here, he believes it will be another hundred years.

Zhengtian Sect might be able to return to its heyday.

Therefore, no matter what, Fang Xiu must not lose anything.

Even if it is to start a complete war with Wudang because of this, it will not hesitate.

It's just that the two sides have not yet decided the winner, and all guesses are meaningless.

Hearing this, both Shangguan Yi and Xie Huazhi felt awe-inspiring.

Qin Huaxian is one of the three lords.

His meaning, with a high probability, represents the will of San Yao Venerable.

……

boom!
Thousands of miles of sea evaporated.

The two terrifying forces bombarded together, shattering thousands of miles of space.

Fang Xiu transformed himself into the Prison Ming King, with one fist and one palm, he seemed to be able to control the Nine Heavens Thunder Prison, able to destroy everything in the world, and the vast power continued unabated.

And when Xuanyin waved his hand, the yin and yang rhyme burst out, turning into a yin and yang grinding and killing.

boom!
The fist contained thousands of thunderbolts, which struck the yin-yang millstone.

A punch that could shatter the world, trembled on the Yin-Yang millstone that only shook.

The power of Yin-Yang Taoist Rhyme erupted in an instant, as if it was going to wipe out the thunder completely, causing Fang Xiu's body to shake slightly, and there were faint traces of cracks on his fist.

"war!"

Fang Xiu's eyes turned cold, his body didn't take half a step back, and he punched out again.

He has learned a lot of martial arts, but now when he performs them in his hands, they are gradually reduced to simple moves.

A punch contains all kinds of mysteries.

Under the vibration of the sky, there seemed to be thousands of rhymes circulating.

Xuanyin's face is also solemn now, and his eyes seem to contain Yin-Yang Taiji, which can penetrate the fog of the world, and then print out with a palm, and the space turns into powder with a bang.

The fists and palms collided, and the aftermath of destruction spread.

Xuan Yin's body shook slightly, and there seemed to be a crack in the palm of his hand.

On the other hand, Fang Xiu smashed the void with one step and retreated. The flesh and blood on his arm split open immediately, but disappeared in an instant.

With just one move, the two sides have already reached a verdict.

Xuanyin smiled coldly, and printed out his palm again, and the majestic voice came out immediately: "This seat wanted to give you a year, to give you a chance to prepare for the funeral.

I didn't expect you to be so eager to find death, then this seat will help you. "

boom!
Taking a step back, Fang Xiu shot again in an instant, and a terrifying thunder erupted on his fist.

"Xuanyin, it's not certain who will win the battle today, it's too early to speak big!"

"Hahaha, when I stepped into the Ten Thousand Laws Realm, you didn't even get involved in martial arts. You really thought that if you were promoted to the Immortal Realm, you would be able to compete with me!"

Xuanyin sneered.

During the conversation, the two fought no less than hundreds of times.

The millions of miles of space bombarded by each blow shattered.

The sea area below has already been evaporated by an unknown amount.

If it weren't for the connection of the Five Seas here, it might have already turned into a dry abyss.

boom!
The flesh and blood exploded, Fang Xiu's face remained unchanged, the injury on his arm recovered in a blink of an eye, and the punch was already thrown out.

The real body of King Zhenyu Ming, who gathered the Hunyuan of the real immortals without leaking his body, has already made his physical body strong to a certain extent.

Although it has not reached the point of physical sanctification, it is almost immortal.

Don't look at the fight with Xuanyin until now, he has been injured quite a few times.

But these injuries can only be said to be insignificant, and they haven't hurt his fundamentals at all, and they can't even weaken his combat power by half.

now--

Fang Xiu's body turned into the Prison-Suppressing Ming King, and the terrifying Taoist rhyme was engraved on the body, combined with the lingering thunder, making every punch of him exceed the limit that the void can bear.

The pressure Xuanyin put on him didn't fade away.

But the more so, the stronger the fighting spirit in Fang Xiu's heart.

Xuanyin is definitely the first person who can really fight against him to such an extent and give him such strong oppression.

Facing such an opponent, only Xuanyin remained in Fang Xiu's eyes.

This battle!
He must win!

boom!
The terrifying fist fell, and at the same time as the thunder shook, the Yin-Yang Great Grinding finally couldn't bear such a terrifying force, and instantly collapsed.

Xuanyin was full of momentum, and at some point a wooden sword appeared in his hand.

When the rounded sword edge is drawn down, it can separate the two poles of heaven and earth.

The dark wooden sword seemed like a peerless weapon with a hidden edge, which made Fang Xiu feel a huge sense of threat in his heart.

Immediately, Fang Xiu held his breath with concentration, and his fighting spirit surged into the sky.

A fist blasted out violently, as if suppressing the four poles of the world.

(End of this chapter)