In Huanhua Pavilion.

Su Ting pushed the sword with one palm.

Yungong stabbed him with a sword.

The two of them burst out with magic power and immortal arts were released.

For a moment, it seemed to be stagnant here.

As the two of them continued to compete, they seemed to break a certain boundary!

So the two of them fought, an infinite momentum poured out, as if they were about to sweep the world and headed in all directions, like a tsunami.

All the elders and disciples watching the battle around were shocked.

Fortunately, there was a long arrangement before, and the formation was already under control, so this tsunami-like power was limited to the formation. Otherwise, I was afraid that hundreds of miles around would be razed to the ground.

But such power is even more terrifying when confined to the first hospital.

The power inside swept back and forth, as if it was about to crush everything inside, then crush it into powder, and finally turn into powder.

——

All the elders and disciples of Huanhua Pavilion were shocked to see.

They do not think that Yungong, whose Taoist Yuan defeats Su Ting, will lose this game.

But they were also very palpitations at the scene in front of them.

They no longer looked down upon the young elder of Yuanfeng Mountain, who caused this scene.

Even though Yungong won this time, the elder Su who fought to this point with the seventh level of Heavenly Dao practice can still be amazed.

It’s just such a shocking scene that makes people worry a little whether the two inside can survive.

"People's Lord..."

"It's okay, it won't be in danger of life."

"Is this Su Ting really so powerful? The true teachings of this sect are suppressed by their realm, and they have actually fought with him to this point?"

"He is indeed powerful, otherwise he would not have been respected by Donghai as the Invincible God, and was listed as standing side by side with the little fairy man Ge Zhengxuan."

The pavilion master gave his breath and said, "It's just that the seventh level of Heavenly Dao practice is better than Yun Palace, but it's not enough. Even if he can produce five kinds of immortal arts with one palm, even if he has six top-quality magic weapons in one hand."

"The six magic weapons in his hands are at the top level?"

"Yes, and it is very consistent with his fairy art, which seems to be of great help. I'm afraid it's just for this fairy art."

"So the winner?"

"Continue to watch."

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Outside the formation.

"Big bull?"

The elf swallowed.

She felt a little chilled.

She was waving her thin wings in the air, and she suddenly stopped and almost fell down.

With her divine eyes, she could not see through the scene in the rolling power inside.

She couldn't help but feel a little worried.

After all, Daniu's opponent is a half-immortal in the Ninth Heaven, and he is not an ordinary half-immortal, but a true disciple who comes from the Immortal Sect and also learns the world's top skills.

Another big killer weapon in Daniu's hand cannot be used.

Under such a situation, the gap between Taoism is really too big.

Although it is not a life-threatening situation, it is inevitable to be injured, so I don’t know how serious it will be.

"It's all your fault for being arrogant!"

While the elf was worried, he seemed to vaguely see Su Ting's figure. He felt relieved, but he couldn't help but complain: "I'm arrogant all day long, and I don't want to abuse and beat other girls at the same level. I have to find a tall man, ask for trouble and suffer."

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In the formation.

Su Ting felt the magic in his hand collapsed, his eyes were dim and he fell backwards.

Immediately, the infinite power, like a tsunami wave, surging endlessly, submerging him and sweeping him.

He had rolled it upside down in it countless times, as if his internal organs were turned upside down, as if his mind was almost cracked.

It was not until all the power gradually subsided that Su Ting barely stabilized and was able to use his remaining magic power to make himself fall to the ground.

"This time I'm so proud."

Su Ting was breathing and barely stabilized himself. He knew that his injuries were not shallow and was secretly shocked.

This is the first time he has faced a half-immortal in this way.

He did not use the magical power of the heavenly eyes.

He did not use the immortal-killing flying knife.

He just used the magic he had learned to compete with him.

Although it has used the power of this set of magic weapons, Yungong actually relied on the advantage of the magic sword, so using magic weapons is not an advantage.

Under such a situation, he was very satisfied with the fact that he was able to fight with the half immortal to this point.

He took a deep breath and looked at his palm.

There is a sword mark on his hand.

The sword marks passed through his palm, to his wrist, to his forearm, to his shoulder, and finally passed through his right chest.

This is just the aftermath of the sword energy.

After being intercepted by his immortal arts, the sword energy was not powerful enough.

But even so, he left such shocking injuries on him.

Su Ting's eyes moved away from his injuries and looked forward.

The momentum ahead gradually fades away.

Su Ting's sky eye can also see the scene ahead.

The young woman, holding a sword in her hand, stood there.

She was as white as snow and neatly dressed.

She was obviously not disturbed by her momentum and was not in a state of embarrassment.

In contrast, Su Ting was rolled up and rolled around, and was seriously injured, and his whole body looked very miserable.

"The winner has been decided."

Su Ting looked gloomy and sighed.

Although he fought with the Ninth Heavenly Half Immortals of the Immortals with the Seventh Levels of Heavenly Dao, he was defeated to this point and was already proud.

However, he practiced all the way and was defeated for a few times, but he couldn't help but sigh and feel a little regretful at this moment.

"You won this time."

Su Ting waved his hand and said, "Su is indifferent and does not value reputation. Winning means victory, and defeat means defeat. Don't mention the gap in realm."

His tone was a little heavier when it came to the word "realm".

And Yun Palace, who was standing in front of him, did not move for a long time.

Su Ting said intimately that even if the other party wins, he will not be so arrogant, and he will not even answer someone Su's words?

"Elder Su may not be defeated."

Yungong suddenly made a sound, but the voice was still the same, but his tone was extremely complicated.

Su Ting heard many meanings from it, as if it was unbelievable, as if it was dissatisfied, as if it was dissatisfied, as if it was two parts...resentment?

Su Ting was shocked, but after a fight, he did not distinguish between life and death. Now Su suffered a great loss and suffered a lot of injuries. Why is the other party still resentful?

Su Ting felt strange and looked at the woman in white in the mist and dust, but saw that the other party was clean in white, standing in place, with an elegant posture, like a fairy Ling Chen.

Immediately, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, revealing its true appearance.

Su Ting's third eye moved slightly, and he saw through everything and saw the whole picture of Yun Palace clearly.

Soon Su Ting fell silent and vaguely retreated a little.

Because what he saw in the sky eyes was very clear.

At this time, the fairy's exquisite face was so popular.

And when this piece is red, after a closer look, it will be a palm print!

“…”

Su Ting glanced at his hand, and the sword marks on it were shocking.

I just felt that the other party was really hurt too much with a sword.

But now it seems that this sword is okay.
Chapter completed!