Holy body, start with the Five Animal Exercises

"Where is the Saint of the Eternal Sword Sect? I can capture her without any physical pain!"

The majestic sound shook the world and set off waves on the sea beneath the giant spirit god.

"Xingluo Immortal Sect? Peak of True God! Jun Lan controls the formation!"

Long Can's voice sounded in the cabin, and then a sharp sword energy rose into the sky. Long Can manifested his divine shadow to confront the giant spirit god.

"Who are you! There is no one like you in Xingluo Immortal Sect!"

Long Can held the sword independently, with a hundred-foot-tall divine shadow standing tall against the sky and the ground, carrying a sharp sword intent that pierced the sky.

"Hmph! It's only been a thousand years now, and no one remembers my name anymore! Junior! I am the Great Wilderness King!"

Long Can's expression changed drastically when he heard this, "You! You are still alive!"

Thousands of years ago, this person was the famous peak true god. His combat power reached the Saint Son level. He was a super prodigy who was rare to be found in the Xingluo Immortal Sect in 500 years. He was almost invincible to the true god!

But later he triggered the Immortal Tribulation, and encountered the inner demons and Immortal Tribulation that was rare in a century. He had no brute force and was unable to use it, and finally suffered from hatred.

Unexpectedly, the Great Desolate King did not die, but survived.

Now that you are born, do you want to fight for immortality in another life?

"Huh? Hahaha! Are you a descendant of that old Sword Ancestor? I didn't expect that there would be an unexpected gain!"

King Dahuang couldn't help but grin when he felt the familiar laws of swordsmanship in Long Can's body.

Taking action directly, the eight-sided hammer fell down, and the strong wind ripped apart the sea surface.

Below, Long Can looked ugly. He was just a hair away from the Saint Child level. What's more, the opponent's realm was still higher than his own. The chance of winning this battle was less than 10%!

The long sword in his hand slashed horizontally, cutting through the space, and a kilometer-long space crack slashed towards the giant hammer.

King Dahuang sneered, without paying any attention, he increased the force in his hand and directly smashed the cracks in the space.

"Too weak! Are the true gods of the Eternal Life Sword Sect already so weak!"

The eight-sided hammer crashed down with overwhelming force, pressing out a shallow pit with a diameter of 10,000 meters on the sea surface.

King Dahuang exploded with all his strength, and the already huge eight-sided hammer suddenly grew in size, with the hammer head exceeding a thousand feet.

Long Can's expression suddenly changed. With this blow, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die!

And the most important thing is that Hua Junlan and Lu Yao are still on the boat! This hammer is enough to blast the hull into powder!

Involuntarily, he looked towards the main room of the cabin and shook his head again.

If this man was in his prime, he might not be afraid of the Great Desolation King, but now he can hardly protect himself, let alone take action.

All these thoughts happened in an instant, and his eyes became determined.

Swordsman, move forward indomitably! Open the way forward with your sword!

Back then, when he had endured a bloodbath thousands of miles away, how could there be more than one peak true god chasing him?

Buzz~~~

With his eyes slightly closed, the black sword in his hand groaned softly, like a dragon roaring in the sky. A black light emerged from the hilt, spread across the sword body and reached the tip of the sword.

His momentum also increased to its peak.

Feeling the power of the eight-faced hammer that he smashed down, he suddenly opened his eyes, with the fierceness to give up and give it a try!

So what if the true god is at his peak! So what about the Saint Child level!

I'll break it with one sword!

"Uh-huh!"

The sword light flashed across the sky in an instant, leaving a white mark on the star curtain.

"Hahaha! It's interesting! You are worthy of being a descendant of the Sword Ancestor!"

The sword light struck the eight-sided hammer, and the Great Desolate King laughed. It had been a long time since he had seen such a reckless junior.

"Bang!"

The eight-sided hammer exerted force, and the sword light instantly shattered into pieces.

Long Can's figure hit hard on the shield of the ship's hull, and the huge force directly opened a hole.

On the deck, Long Can coughed up blood and felt a little lost.

The black sword in his hand was broken.

For an almost invincible being like the Great Desolate King, it is not difficult to break a true artifact.

"Uncle!" Lu Yao hurriedly rushed onto the deck, holding a pill in her hand.

This is the precious medicine given by Hua Junlan's father. She still has to control the ship protection formation and cannot escape.

In the main room, Qin Jiang was a little surprised. He thought Long Can's sword power was so powerful that it would be a fight between dragons and tigers.

He shook his head. Now that his injuries were too serious, most of his spiritual consciousness was focused on capturing the source of heaven and earth, and he did not use his spiritual consciousness to sense the strength gap between the two.

On the deck, Long Can's injuries recovered quickly after taking the elixir. However, without the black sword, his strength was reduced by 30%, and he was no longer a match for the Great Desolate King.

"Boy, you're not bad. You have a bit of the same demeanor as when I traveled all over the world! Stop struggling. I'm just taking you back as hostages. I'll entertain you with good wine and food, and I won't treat you badly."

King Dahuang laughed while carrying his war hammer. There was no endless struggle between the Immortal Sects. It was just a temporary struggle for interests.

After having done this, the future of the Immortal Sect Conference will still be peaceful and harmonious.

In any case, it is normal to have some casualties on the path of cultivation.

He was just a little pity, but the young and middle-aged people of Xingluo Immortal Sect were indeed inferior to those of Changsheng Sword Sect.

Otherwise, there would be no need for him to take action personally?

"Senior, you're welcome! In our Sword Sect, there are only ghosts who died in battle, and no one who lives! I didn't know how to beg for mercy back then, and I don't do the same now!"

Long Can stood up. The younger generation of the Sword Sect no longer had the murderous spirit of the past. The only one who looked promising was Hua Junlan.

Holding the broken sword, black flames burned all over his body, releasing terrifying heat.

Lu Yao couldn't help but take a few steps back, "Death Fire, Aunt, Uncle, what are you doing!"

Death Fire is a life-and-death method in the Black Chapter of "Black and White Sword Chapter". At the least, the origin will be severely damaged, and at the worst, the body will die!

It's unnecessary! It's totally unnecessary! This is not a life-and-death battle between the sects, there is no need to fight so hard!

"What are you doing? Watch carefully! Your Lu family was also considered a big family of the Sword Sect in the past, but now it has withered to this point. It's not just the genius that is missing!"

After saying that, he soared into the sky and drew an arc of fire. His power was comparable to the peak of the true god, but compared with the huge body of the Great Wilderness King, it seemed too small.

"Humph! An ant trying to shake a tree, how dare a sparrow ascend to the sky?"

The Great Wilderness King was also a little annoyed. He was not annoyed that Long Can risked his life, but that Long Can was not a disciple of the Xingluo Immortal Sect.

The eight-sided hammer fell down without any fancy moves. Now he was about to pass the immortal tribulation again. If he used all his strength, it would be too bullying.

The heavy energy pressed down, blowing the black fire on Long Can's body to whistle downwards.

Just when he was about to burn all the divine source, the surrounding time and space suddenly stagnated.

A terrifying force that could not be expressed in words descended, forcibly pressing the black fire around him back into his body and turning it into divine source power again.

Then his body turned upside down and returned to the deck, and the black sword in his hand was restored to its original state.

No, not restored, but recast, and become stronger!

A palm pressed on his shoulder, he looked back, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he never thought it was Qin Jiang.

This shocked him. The black sword in his hand was a top-level true artifact. Although there were not many true gods who could destroy it, there were still a few.

But if you want to recast it, you must be a true immortal!

Before he could think about it, Qin Jiang stretched out his hand to the sky, and a thousand-foot demon shadow slowly rose up and grabbed the Great Desolate King.

Very casually, with a carelessness.