Above the Immortal Cultivation

The final battle of the top four, Wang Lu vs. Zeyue Fengdian, the Five Beasts vs. Tanyu, Wang Wufeng vs. Qishan Ma Youmeng, Xiang Feng vs. Zhufeng Liu Huaidong.

In the four groups of fighting, Sishan had lost two places in the last round. In this round, except for Xiang Feng and Liu Huaidong, Fengdian and Ma Youmeng must not lose, otherwise, the final battle will be a situation where three people will fight against one person.

They can lose internally, but must win externally. They can't afford to lose. This is the battle of honor for Sishan as the foundation of the sect.

The four leading elders have given death orders to Fengdian and Ma Youmeng respectively, and they must do their best to take the top four positions and thoroughly show the style and momentum of Sishan.

Four high platforms surround the east, west, south and north of Qingyu Square.

Under the high platform, the crowd gathered, especially the dark horse "Qin Ming" and Wang Wufeng, which were densely packed and surging.

Wang Lu did not pay attention to the situation of the other three high platforms.

The opposite Feng Dian, with a simple face, stood in the wind, wearing a yellow suit that seemed tailor-made for him. With his posture like an old monk in meditation, he seemed to be walking freely in the pouring rain, natural and impeccable.

"Hah!"

Wang Lu shouted softly, and the Sky-supporting Stick came to his hand with brilliant golden light.

Since there is no flaw, let's create a flaw.

"Boom!"

As soon as the stick was hit, the whole platform suddenly blew up with a strong wind, and the air had no time to make bursts of explosions and fled in all directions. The platform shook violently, and the earth shook like the end of the world.

Wang Lu hit the stick with all his strength, and the shadow of the stick split the air and carried the huge force of collapsing the mountain. In a moment, it shattered the void and was about to sweep Feng Dian away.

"Rain is coming!"

Like thunder from the ground, before the voice fell, the whole high platform was gusty and the rain poured down. The shaking space gradually returned to stability in the rainstorm. The rain was like a mountain, firmly suppressing the space turbulence and the golden stick shadow.

"Go!"

The rainstorm stopped in the air in an instant, intertwined and entangled, and the bright and transparent rain knives emitted bursts of sharp space-crushing and rushed towards Wang Lu as fast as sparks.

The rain in the sky was endless, and the rain knives merged into rivers, waves, and waves. The knife waves were surging, the knife light was shining, and the space was disintegrating. The people below were chilled and their hearts and gallbladders were broken.

"Hmph!"

Facing the knife flow like a prehistoric beast, it was nothing compared to the knife waterfall in the silver palace. It was just a show.

Most of the extremely high and murderous things kill people invisibly. The great sound is rare, and the great way is silent.

Wang Lu gathered all his strength and held the Sky-supporting Stick tightly with both hands. The Sky-supporting Stick seemed to understand his intentions. The golden light shrank rapidly in the stick body, emitting a hazy golden circle.

In silence, people only felt as if they were dizzy for a moment. The golden light suddenly shone, but instantly returned to the stick body.

Looking around, the sky on the high platform was clear and the air was clear, with sunset and breeze. Wang Lu and Feng Dian returned to peace, but there was a surprising bright color in each other's eyes.

Wang Lu's magnificent power, plus the gravity of the Sky-supporting Stick that shattered everything, one stick reached the sky, one stick split the earth, rain knives, knife flows, including the torrential rain that filled the sky, under this stick, like snow meeting the scorching sun, all melted away without a trace.

Feng Dian's body seemed to be surrounded by circles of flowing water waves, wrapping him tightly. This was created based on his natural water spirit root and Bai Ze's innate ability to control all water. It can prevent all attacks from mid-grade magic weapons, and even in the extreme flow, it is enough to resist the full force of the Yuanying early stage cultivator.

When Wang Lu's remaining stick shadow approached, the water circle seemed to be rotated by countless hands at the same time, and it was resisted and disintegrated at a very fast flow rate.

"Okay, Junior Brother is worthy of being the dark horse among dark horses, but if you want to defeat me, your strength is still not enough!" Feng Dian said solemnly.

"In this case, I won't be polite," Feng Dian smiled slightly after saying this, but his face changed slightly because of Wang Lu's next voice transmission, "Whoever dares to stop me from reaching the top, kick him away."

"Come!"

Feng Dian immediately returned to normal, with a single hand move, a white spirit sword flashed in his hand, this was the first time he showed his life magic weapon, Ze Sword, to everyone.

On the Ze Sword, a wave of amazing water spirit power entangled, "swish", Feng Dian waved it with ease, "click, click", the space was like a piece of rag, cut into pieces by sharp scissors.

Two "cross"-shaped sword marks broke into the void, and appeared in Wang Lu's eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Terrible, very terrible.

The speed seemed slow, but in fact it was as if there was a mirror in front of him. When the cross sword mark appeared, the mirror in front of him reflected and received the sword mark that was coming.

"Hah!"

Wang Lu shouted again. He had no time to make any counterattack. He could only use his speed and the strength of his whole body to resist.

A ball of black light as dark as ink instantly covered him, as if he had not moved in the same place, but his figure covered half of the high platform.

Wang Lu's top speed of nearly 460 feet surprised and shocked everyone in the audience.

This speed far exceeded that of the Golden Core Stage, and even the many mountain masters who were watching the battle in the second-floor attic could not help but reveal a ray of surprise in their eyes.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

However, each of his shadows burst out with intense lightning from the violent collision of swords and knives.

In less than two breaths, the sound of metal collision and the lightning disappeared.

Looking closely, Wang Lu's black clothes were tattered, and his torso was covered with red and white sword marks. Where his clothes were torn, drops of blood condensed without falling, revealing bronze muscles that looked like they were forged from heavenly copper. One could tell at a glance how powerful his strength was.

In less than a breath, hundreds of blood beads returned to his body after being swallowed by his muscles, and the sword marks disappeared.

Too strong!

This scene made everyone stunned and shocked.

Could this be the legendary extremely strong, self-repairing body of strength!