Song Xing: I am cultivating immortals in Qingcheng Mountain

Chapter 248 The fierce battle begins, fighting against the great gods
"It's him??"

In the far distance, there were several figures standing in the sky. When they looked back and watched the battle, they were quite surprised.

A group of about ten people did not choose to leave immediately after getting the treasure, but instead fought for the treasures.

Dongyang Weng picked a lone attacker, and Zen Master Pudu was surrounded by three people. Patriarch Taohua had not yet succeeded, but judging from his plan, it seemed that he was also a lone attacker.

Now the noise about the fight between Zhao Shouyi and Dongyang Weng was so loud that they even had to choose to evacuate the island.

The one who spoke was a blood-robed swordsman named Leng Jiaming. He was one of the three people who besieged Zen Master Pudu. Judging from his current aura fluctuations, he should have the strength of a mid-stage fugue.

Obviously, this person had hidden his strength before. There were two people beside him, a man and a woman. The man was Yan Qingyang and the woman was Pei Ying. Both of them were sword masters. Zhao Shouyi had been on the island before. Jian Jian has met these three people, but only by one name. The three people's aura fluctuations are similar, and they are all in the middle and late stages of the fugue.

"The power of this sword is comparable to the Great Perfection of the Divine Movement!"

Yan Qingyang's tone was a little heavy. Before, he felt that the young Taoist priest was not simple, so he finally chose to side with Ancestor Peach Blossom. Looking at it now, it was as expected.

He had a feeling that if there was a real life-and-death contest, Patriarch Taohua might not be this young man's opponent.

"Taoist Qingxuan was able to cross two realms to fight, and there were almost no opponents in the same realm. This little guy learned from Qingxuan, so it is not surprising that he has such strength."

Pei Ying is a very good-looking woman, but her tone of voice has a sense of vicissitudes of time, which tells people that she is not as young as she looks.

"Our choice before was right. This was just after the fight, and there was such a terrifying movement."

The red-robed swordsman Leng Jiaming clenched his fists tightly, and there was an unreasonable jealousy flashing deep in his eyes.

At such an age, one already has the fighting power to fight against the Great Perfection of Divine Movement. Throughout all dynasties, such talent is rare.

"Brother Leng, next."

Yan Qingyang looked over there for a while and then looked away, and said to the two people around him again that after all, they also had things to do.

Leng Jiaming glanced at Zen Master Pudu who was walking with Ancestor Taohua from a distance, and sighed in his heart.

They can still cope with a Pudu, but if there is a Peach Blossom Patriarch, they will be unable to cope with it, and they may even have to run away.

Although the three of them felt that Zhao Shouyi's combat power was stronger than that of Patriarch Taohua, after all, Patriarch Taohua was not a simple Immortal Traveler in the Mysterious Realm, but a master of the Great Perfection of Divine Movement.They are still self-aware.

Then his eyes flickered twice, and he said a few words to Yan Qingyang and Pei Ying using the method of transmitting secret messages.

Yan Qingyang and Pei Ying's expressions changed at the same time, and they looked at Leng Jiaming, the surprise in their eyes was self-evident.

However, Leng Jiaming didn't say much, but turned around calmly and continued to look at Zhao Shouyi and Dongyang Weng who were fighting in the distance.

As for Yan Qingyang and Pei Ying, when they saw this scene, they also looked away and fell silent. After a while, Pei Ying glanced at the remaining three fugues, their eyes flickering and could not calm down for a long time.

"break!"

A slightly aged voice came from a distance, followed by an angry blow.A golden aura is like a roc spreading its wings, connecting the sky and the earth, spanning a thousand meters. From a distance, it looks like a roc swooping down, unparalleled in dominance.

This attack is the same as the attack by the wine master Baili Dongjun on the sea outside Xueyue City. The difference is that Baili Dongjun used the attack as a trump card and went all out, while Dongyang Weng's attack was just casual. One blow can only be regarded as an average move at best.

But in terms of realm, Dongyang Weng is far from comparable to Baili Dongjun.

The power of the Great Perfection of Divine Movement was vividly displayed in this strike, and the sky shook slightly, followed by an extremely terrifying pressure, like an ancient giant beast wantonly opening its gluttonous mouth, trying to devour everything in front of it.

The sea area facing the Dharma image seemed to have been hit by an air cannon, and a bottomless whirlpool appeared on the sea surface.

Zhao Shouyi narrowed his eyes slightly and held the Mingwang Seal with both hands. The symbol was huge and he couldn't hide away even if he wanted to. Like Dongyang Weng, he also chose to resist forcefully.

boom! ! !
The overflowing breath of the two people was like a strong wind sweeping across. Even though the two people fighting were obviously nearly a thousand meters away from the sea, they still raised the nearby sea surface again, rolling up huge waves of hundreds of feet from near to far, one wave after another. Flowing towards the distance.

The golden dharma image in mid-air trembled slightly. I wonder if it was an illusion, but the dharma image became a bit dimmer.

"Little friend, how about this blow?"

Dongyang Weng made great achievements with one strike, his hands kept moving, the aura floating around his body, his beard and hair curled back, his body flashing, and his fists were like raindrops hitting the dharma image transformed by the power of the dragon elephant.

Faxiang was attacked so intensively by Dongyang Weng that it began to become uncertain, and it seemed that it would be broken down at the next moment.

Regarding Dongyang Weng's attack, Zhao Shou's expression remained unchanged. His eyes moved quickly with Dongyang Weng's figure. At first, Dongyang Weng's movement was too weird and he couldn't adapt to it, so he had no choice but to use the power of the big dragon elephant to create the appearance. To protect himself, but as Dongyang Weng took shots one after another, he gradually began to adapt to the opponent's weird movements.

Dongyang Weng's body technique has no other qualities, only one, which is speed. Simply fast. Very quickly, it has almost reached the limit that his body can endure at this level.

When the speed reaches a certain level, the power carried will increase geometrically, which explains why the opponent can maintain such a speed without much reduction in destructive power.

Even a simple blow in the realm of fugue, with the blessing of such speed, has terrifying destructive power that exceeds the average mid-fugue state.

"Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!!"

The sound was rapid and dull, like the ever-changing sky over the sea, with bursts of thunder.

The few people watching the battle from a distance twitched their brows unconsciously. They knew Dongyang Weng's strength well. As an old senior in the Divine Movement Dzogchen, he was the strongest among him, Pudu, and Taohua.

Just like Shao Kunsheng before, he had not gone through ten rounds in Dongyang Weng's hands, but now, Dongyang Weng's intensive offensive was blocked by Zhao Shouyi.

Should this be said that the young man in the distance is very capable, or that Dongyang Weng is not as strong as imagined? ?

But soon, they collectively lost their voices.

The sky was torn apart by the two of them. Thick black clouds covered dozens of miles in radius. The two of them tore the sky apart with just their momentum.

"Brother Leng, is our plan really reliable??"

(End of this chapter)