Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

The seven hundred and fifty-fourth chapter is proud of the world

Flying swords were flying all over the sky, and there were screams of breaking through the air.

The great elder of the Hehuan Sect was a magician in the middle stage of foundation construction. He was well versed in the art of magic. Every flying sword could cut steel and iron, and even armored vehicles could be cut into two pieces.

Zhuo Bufan would naturally not resist, after all, there were too many flying swords.

Zhuo Bufan's figure wandered away, avoiding several flying swords. These flying swords pierced into the sea water, bursting into white water columns, and the sound was deafening.

When the sword rain fell, the droplets of water blew up, and the whole sky was like a misty drizzle.

Standing on the shore, Wei Jingshou, He Shouming and others have been dumbfounded. Ordinary warriors catch the wind as a sword and walk on the water. The true essence is out of the body, but whether it is the old Qinglong or the elder of the Hehuan sect, it is displayed. All kinds of martial arts techniques are simply appalling.

"I will reach this level one day." Wei Qiankun gritted his steel teeth and pinched his fists, swearing in his heart.

"Green Mountain Seal!"

Zhuo Bufan dodges a golden sword. He has already reached the front of the elder. He raised his hand and slapped it to slap it. The sky seemed to condense a three-meter-sized handprint, and a great pressure was transmitted to the elder.

"not good!"

The elder's face changed slightly, and he squeezed Faju in his hand, and a golden light was clasped above his head like an umbrella.

At the same time, the palm prints were photographed fiercely. The moment they touched the golden umbrella, the umbrella instantly cracked like spider silk, and the palm of the Albizia Sect was directly shot into the sea.

"Too strong, the king is worthy of the name." Wei Jingshou's eyes were full of shock.

However, other than that, Zhuo Bufan can still have an advantage in the face of a Gang Jin master and a magical real person. This combat power is enough to proud of the younger generation in the world.

After a few breaths, the veteran of the Hehuan Sect flew out from the bottom of the sea, his face full of fright, and his eyes fixed on Zhuo Bufan.

Lao Qinglong stood on the water, tens of meters away, and stared at Zhuo Bufan like a sword.

Neither of them expected Zhuo Bufan's strength to reach such a realm, and the two of them joined forces to be disadvantaged.

"Old Qinglong, it seems that we can only use killer moves. If we don't kill him today, I am afraid there will be no chance in the future. This guy is simply a monster." The elder said, squinting his eyes slightly, the expression in his eyes a little bit more. dignified.

"Ok."

Old Qinglong nodded, and immediately looked at Zhuo Bufan and said: "Although you are powerful, but I and the elder shot at the same time, you have to fall here today."

After all, the old Qinglong stretched out his hands and the cyan halo floated all over his body, and immediately saw patches of cyan scales about the size of a matchbox growing on his arms. Not only that, but even his neck and legs were also covered. A layer of cyan scales, each of which releases a clear blue light.

"What's that? A monster?" He Wuxue's beautiful eyes widened, and a look of surprise appeared on her pretty face.

Old Qinglong squeezed his fist, full of energy and blood, and felt unparalleled strength, but at the same time he also felt the tingling of his body muscles. He could maintain this state for up to three minutes. After three minutes, his body would bear it. Can't help.

"The power of blood?" Zhuo Bufan was equally surprised, but he immediately shook his head.

Impossible, how could there be a bloodline talent lineage on Blue Star? Only those ancient giants in the cultivation world, such as the demon king or foreign race, would inherit all kinds of powerful bloodlines.

Zhuo Bufan came over in relief, probably because the old Qinglong got into the Dragon Valley and got the scales. He used high technology to extract the genes of the Dragon and then cultivated and implanted in his body.

Like Zhuo Bufan’s conjecture, Lao Qinglong did find the scales, and then used high-tech to extract the gene of the dragon’s blood in order to strengthen the body, but the genes of the dragon and his body are mutually exclusive. He spent thirty years for ten years. The dragon gene in the lower body has only been calmed down, but each use cannot exceed three minutes, otherwise the body will be occupied by the dragon gene, and it will burst and die.

The elder of the Hehuan Sect glanced at Lao Qinglong, then flashed a hint of light and said: "Old Qinglong, I also use my own tricks."

After all, the old man of the Hehuan sect chanted words, the Buddha's sound sang, and the Buddha beads on the elder's wrist flew out. A total of eleven to golden lights were like fireworks, falling on eleven positions outside the three of them, and every position was there. Mysterious and exquisite, each Buddha beads is engraved with complex patterns, glittering with golden light.

Immediately, a golden thread stretched out from each of the beads to connect to each other, and eleven beads were connected together to form a golden circle, about the size of a football field, trapping the three of them.

"open!"

The elder of the Hehuan Sect drank again, opened his eyes, the golden glow in his eyes was shining.

The golden awns on the eleven buddha beads grew even stronger, and then a piece of petals emerged, turning into eleven golden lotus flowers scattered on the dark sea, like a dream.

"Buddhist bead formation?" Zhuo Bufan frowned and said immediately: "You should have another Buddha bead for Ning Hong, but it has already been broken by me."

Each Buddha Bead is nothing but a third-rank magic weapon, but the eleven Buddha beads are linked together, which is almost equivalent to a treasure, even Zhuo Bufan is a little surprised.

"In my golden lotus formation, there is death but no life, oh Amitabha." The elder muttered to himself, but there was a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes.

"boom!"

The old green dragon disappeared in place, and a sonic boom exploded. The speed of the old green dragon instantly broke through the speed of sound and came towards Zhuo Bufan, like a violent humanoid blue dragon, both speed and strength and momentum seemed to have doubled.

"I won't waste time with you."

Zhuo Bufan squeezed his fist, his whole body flickered, and the fighting spirit burst out of his pupils and headed towards the old Qinglong.

The two people fight together, it is like a little green glow and a little golden glow in the eyes of everyone. The eyes of ordinary people can't keep up with the speed of the two people. They can only find that the two will hit from the sky to the bottom of the sea for a while.

The bigger the old Qinglong got, the more frightened he was. His body was covered with the dragon's blue armor, and his defense was unparalleled, but he was pressed and beaten by Zhuo Bufan, and his fist hit Zhuo Bufan as if it hit steel.

"Abnormal." Old Qinglong cursed inwardly.

If he procrastinated like this, he could no longer support the dragon blue armor on his body.

At this time, the great elder of the Hehuan Sect also quickly realized that countless golden swords on the lotus were flying towards Zhuo Bufan, as if they were inexhaustible.

"Let you see what the real martial arts is." Zhuo Bufan squeezed his golden fist and stared at the old green dragon, ignoring the golden sword flying from behind.

Seeing Zhuo Bufanxu clenching his fist, a simple and vast aura was contained in it, as if it contained a certain law and will of heaven and earth. Old Qinglong's heart jumped, and there was a very unpleasant feeling, that kind of heartbeat, he had never felt this way even when he encountered a strong enemy in his decades of martial arts career.

"You...what is your boxing technique?" Old Qinglong's eyes widened.

"The Fist of the Immortal!"

Zhuo Bufan squeezed a fist mark, and the vitality surging for dozens of miles around him frantically, as if he had turned into a black hole and constantly swallowed the surrounding vitality.