Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 164 The only way to have fun is to fight!

"Shen Tuchen of the Vast Immortal Gate, the spiritual weapon Binghe Sword, and the ancient mountain seal."

On the fighting stage, Shen Tuchen's face was as cold as ice, and he spoke indifferently. His black hair turned into silver threads, and every strand of his hair was as crystal clear as snow, exuding an icy aura.

"Zixiaoguan Xu Jun, natal spirit sword, Lei Huang."

Xu Junning stood on the stage with a cold expression and a majestic appearance. Electric lights flashed all over his body, like a god of thunder. The sharp edge shook the platform, and the surrounding air shattered, creating a vacuum world of several feet.

"Brother Song, tell me who will win this battle?" The monks watching the battle were discussing a lot. During this time, a monk in a green shirt turned into a cauldron couldn't help asking others.

"It should be Shen Tuchen." Song Fan pondered for a long time and said with a little hesitation.

"I feel that Xu Jun's Leifa swordsmanship is so powerful that I dare not look directly at his front. How can Song Ji see that Shen Tuchen will win." The monk in blue shirt showed a puzzled face and asked doubtfully.

"The two realms are the same, and their strengths are almost the same. It's just that Shen Tuchen practiced Shui Yunfeng's "Ice Soul Jade Heart Art", which can freeze all spiritual power and aura in the body without revealing it."

Song Fan shook his head and explained slowly.

"This only proves that there is not much difference in strength between the two, and it doesn't mean that Shen Tuchen can win against Xu Jun." The white-clothed monk who was listening on the side frowned and said.

The analysis of the three of them immediately attracted the attention of everyone around them, their eyes lowered, specifically staring at Song Fan, waiting for him to open his mouth to analyze.

"Ahem, I think so. Both Shentuchen and Xu Jun come from the immortal sect, and they possess extraordinary Taoism and supernatural powers. If you think about it, no one can do anything to the other. At this time, the fighting skills between the two will mostly depend on your own savings."

Seeing that everyone looked away and looked at him, Song Fan couldn't help puffing out his chest, straightened his back, analyzed patiently according to his own understanding, and only spoke again when most people agreed.

"I don't know if you noticed just now, when the two announced their names, Shen Tuchen confessed his two spiritual weapons, the Binghe Sword and the Ancient Mountain Seal."

"The grades of these two spirit weapons are unknown, but judging from his status as a disciple of the immortal sect, I am afraid that the lowest level is a top-grade spirit weapon, while Xu Jun only has Lei Huang, the natal spirit sword. Therefore, comparing the two, Xu Jun probably to lose."

After this analysis, it sounded extremely reasonable, with all the details in it, causing everyone around to nod their heads, showing their approval.

However, when these words fell into the ears of some dragon and tiger monks, they shook their heads and couldn't stand up to me.

The number of spiritual weapons and magic weapons is important for monks to fight in front of the battle, but it is not determined by the number of winners and losers. Although Shen Tuchen has two spiritual weapons, regardless of their grades, they have not been cultivated with painstaking efforts. Obviously, they have not sacrificed their own souls. device.

Xu Jun was just different from him. Although he only had the Leihuang Sword in his hand, it was the natal spiritual weapon that he was connected with, and its power was far higher than the spiritual weapon of the same level.

Furthermore, Xu Jun is from Zixiao Temple and is also a sword repairer. If he cooperates with the famous "Zixiao Yulei Sword Art" of Zixiao Temple, the combat power he will display is simply immeasurable.

In a battle between the two, the outcome is still unknown. It would be too ridiculous to judge victory or defeat based on the number of spirit weapons.

The two people on the stage didn't know what the crowd was talking about. Perhaps, even if they knew, they wouldn't care.

At this time, they only have each other in their eyes, and their fighting spirit is getting stronger. Only one battle can they have fun!

"boom"

Xu Jun stood upright, the thunder roared and roared, and an invisible sharp edge passed through the hall and rushed straight to Xiaohan, disturbing everyone.

"Crack"

Shen Tuchen's face was indifferent, unmoved, frost condensed all over his body, and suddenly a huge ice wall of ten feet rose from behind him, the ice spears moved, and the cold light loomed, like a barrier to isolate everything and protect it.I saw that the cold pool in his eyes was like ice, as if there was a divine light.

"Ice Soul Jade Heart Art!" Xu Jun's expression moved slightly, but he remembered the Taoism taught by Shui Yunfeng's lineage in the vast fairy gate.

The ice wall was as thick as a mountain and connected to the earth. Shen Tuchen's face was indifferent, and he should not answer. With his spiritual power gathered, he waved his hand and dropped countless palm prints in the void. Shocked Xu Jun to death in the fighting platform.

The black hair moved, and Xu Jun's Leihuang sword was unsheathed, and it merged with the surrounding thunders, using the sword art to vaguely communicate with the thunder belongs to the Dao.

The roar of thunder, the explosion of the atmosphere, the deep purple sword light criss-crossing the void, countless palm prints were shattered, the sword was like thunder, and went up against the sky, the ice spear shattered, and the thick ice wall was instantly broken into a vacuum path, cutting Shentu straight morning.

"If you only have this strength, you will definitely lose!"

Xu Jun shook his head, opened his mouth lightly, and as soon as he finished speaking, a soaring sword energy filled the air, chilling Zhou Tian.

A faint blue glacier surrounded Shen Tuchen, and the slight touch of the thunder light sword energy instantly turned into ice crystals, dissipated and shattered.

At the same time, an ice-blue spirit sword slowly overflowed from his body, and the glacier waved slightly, like a dragon or a snake, intertwining and entangled on the spirit sword.

"hiss"

There was a sound of breathing from below, and someone couldn't help but exclaimed: "This is the Binghe sword? Such terrifying power, I'm afraid it can be compared to a magic weapon."

The expression on Duanchou's face remained unchanged, a flash of brilliance flashed in his eyes, and he inadvertently glanced at the real Jingyue who was sitting calmly opposite him, and he immediately understood.

Different from small sects like Liuyun Sect, Haomiao Xianmen Sect has a profound foundation. It has only been a month or two, and Shen Tuchen has been recreated. , and the powerful spiritual weapon, all of which show the foundation of the fairy gate.

Shen Tuchen can have such a big change, although it has something to do with his own aptitude, but most of the credit belongs to Jingyue Zhenren.

It has to be said that for the sake of his apprentice, Master Jingyue spared no expense in cultivating him, and he worked really hard.

"This Binghe sword seems to be a magic weapon that has stepped back. It is not surprising that it can have such power. Shen Tuchen is only in the early stage of the cauldron transformation, and he can't fully control the spirit sword. However, he is very talented and comprehended some of it. Sword intent, using it against the enemy can probably exert the power of six or seven layers, but it is not a problem."

The drunken Taoist's eyes are vicious, and he can tell the mystery at a glance.

"Congeal!"

Shen Tuchen drank softly, the aura of heaven and earth attracted and gathered, the glaciers danced around like streamers, sprinkled crystal dust, and all of them were absorbed by the glacial sword.

"buzz"

The Binghe Sword trembled slightly, and a sword intent soared into the sky suddenly, the sword light was cold, like ice like hell, as if extinction of the world, people seemed to see a glacier thousands of miles away condensing everything.

The sword qi soared to the sky to win the championship, and the killing qi in it seemed to be able to destroy all living beings.

"punish!"

The Binghe sword moved in an instant, shooting towards Xu Jun, mixed with incomparable sharpness, saw a flash of cold light, like a dao rhyme that divided the yin and yang of the world, and felt the fighting platform shake.

On the fighting stage, Xu Jun's expression was concentrated, his whole body surged with spiritual power, thunder energy gathered, the Lei Huang sword slashed continuously, and the thunder sword controlled the air, splitting into eight sword shadows to slash repeatedly, and slashed dozens of swords in an instant.

Lightning flashed, and dozens of dark purple sword qi connected to the avenue, the sharp edge was destroyed, raging and transpiring, showing a faint trace of sword intent.

(End of this chapter)