My Master is Lin Zhengying

Monk Ziye's eyes lit up, thinking that the outcome depends on one action.

Suddenly he jumped up high, waved his Zen stick, and shouted:

"Dawei Tianlong!"

In an instant, Monk Ziye burst out with profound energy.

The golden bell cover disappears, and the swastika reaction disappears.

The terrifying breath surged.

The golden light is shining like a Buddha.

Monk Ziye, this is to gather all the strength, to strike Nan Chen with all his strength.

But Nan Chen, at this moment, evoked a smile.

Holding the ten fox sword in hand, he went up to meet the sword.

At the same time, the body has been mobilized.

The Yin-Yang profound energy advanced from the Five Elements profound energy was directly injected into the Ten Fox Sword.

Suddenly, the ten-fox sword in Nan Chen's hand suddenly emitted black and white colors.

The breath is strong and exciting.

The aura of yin and yang burst out to the surroundings like an explosion.

The suppressing breath of Yin and Yang, the powerful attribute that the five elements will be suppressed.

On the main stage, more than a dozen seniors who cultivated Dao Qi with attributes trembled.

They are the most sensitive to the oppression from yin and yang.

Heart, as if being pierced by needles.

Leaning forward one by one.

He stared at Nan Chen and the black and white broken copper sword in his hand in astonishment.

All around the arena, they also felt the strange oppressive feeling of alternating cold colors.

But many people can't judge the strength of this feeling, and the suppression of his yin and yang attributes.

Only those famous seniors gasped, their hearts turned upside down.

Monk Ziye, who was the first to bear the brunt, was even more terrified at this moment.

The moment the yin and yang profound energy erupted, it enveloped it.

It seemed that at this moment, what he was facing was not a person, but a world.

Facing the sky and the galaxy.

Time seemed to be imprisoned, and he himself seemed to be frozen.

He could only watch as Nan Chen swung his sword upwards and struck directly on his Nine-Star Zen Staff.

"Crack!"

The nine-star Zen stick was split in an instant.

All his attack power was sucked out after touching the black and white long sword.

It seemed to be dissolved in an instant.

Monk Ziye, holding a broken Zen stick, passed by Nan Chen.

All I could see was the smile on the corner of Nan Chen's mouth.

At that moment, Monk Ziye felt like falling into an ice cave.

His such a powerful blow with all his strength was broken by a sword.

Especially seeing Nan Chen's smile, he was so calm and calm.

He realized that just now they were evenly matched.

That's someone else, and I didn't use my full strength.

The gap between himself and him.

Wow, it's too big...

At this moment, Monk Ziye was standing on the edge of the arena holding a broken Zen staff.

Beside him was Nan Chen who stood still, but his profound energy had been restrained.

It's just that the ten fox sword in his hand has already swept to the back of his neck.

The outcome has been decided, and the audience is dumbfounded.

This turning point is too fast.

At the last moment, the monk Ziye had the upper hand and attacked Nan Chen with all his strength.

It even pushed Nan Chen to the edge of the ring.