The secret discussions of the five great saints in the East China Sea are unknown to outsiders. The battle of Guo Dalu on Xuanhu to pick up all the great masters spread throughout the Xuan Realm in an instant, and the entire cultivation world was shocked. The monks who participated in the Xuanhu Taoism discussion were even more impressed by witnessing the legend with their own eyes.

It is also considered to be a pity that he was unable to be born at the same time as the Sword Immortal Kuang Shiqi, but he was able to be at the same time as Guo Dalu.

Although Guo Dalu has not fought with Song Chanfeng, the great elder of Tianzong, everyone, including Song Chanfeng, already knows the number of winners and losses: Nowadays, under the saints, no one is Guo Dalu's opponent.

Even so, Song Chanfeng saw that Guo Dalu's sword intent was soaring all the way, and it was difficult to contain it. He was under great pressure for a while. He had quietly raised his personal realm to the peak and was ready to take Guo Dalu's sword that broke the mountains and rivers at any time. However, just as he noticed that the tremendous pressure was approaching him, he suddenly saw Guo Dalu turn his hand and point the sword at the East China Sea, and the pressure he was under was lighter.

"He wants to challenge the East China Sea Saint?!"

This was the first thought that passed by Song Chanfeng's mind. Kuang Shiqi's Xuanjie, who was a master of evil swords, was no longer invincible. He raised his sword to fight the sky and was eventually suppressed in Liulianghu. Today, Guo Dalu became the most powerful master. Can't help but go further and compete with the saint?

"Little junior brother!"

"Little junior brother!"

In the pavilion, two sounds sounded from the lake at the same time, from Wen Shaogu and Shi Xuanqing. They saw that Guo Dalu was in a wrong state, for fear that he would be impulsive and pick a saint, and then he would be punished again, and the consequences would be unpredictable.

When the two of them finished their voices, it was too late.

There was a drop of water in the lofty and vast sky. The water beads were shiny, trembling and slowly falling. They seemed ordinary, but in fact they contained a majestic aura of a high and wonderful mysterious saint.

When all the masters in the sect pavilion saw this drop of water, their faces changed.

"Holy Pearl!" A great master shouted in his heart, and at the same time, awe arose in his heart, and he couldn't help but bow slightly.

"Holy Pearl" does not specifically refer to some kind of magic weapon, but means that it is formed by the hand of a saint, containing the intention of a saint and the power of a saint. Even if it is only a very small thought and power, it is enough to make the practitioners on the banks of Xuanhu Lake bow their heads and surrender with conscience.

More and more practitioners have noticed the wonderful holy intention. In Guizhen Pavilion, there are constantly cultivators kneeling down and bowing down devoutly. While they are in a state of fear and fear, they are also very grateful.

The sacred intention is a rare sight for some practitioners.

As powerful as Song Chanfeng and Zhuang Rushan, old masters also showed a solemn face and stood silently to show respect.

Guo Dalu had already swayed with his sword, and the tip of the sword was pierced with water droplets.

This "holy bead" comes from the East China Sea. It was wiping out the Great Sage at the cover of the sea. The purpose is to test him Guo Dalu. Therefore, he naturally did not need to stand up like other great masters and stand up straight and straighten the willow waist. Instead, he waved his peach wood sword and slammed it forward.

Bo--

The sword tip pierced the water droplets.

A tremor sounded in the air, like a muffled thunder blew up in the clear sky. The sound was covered with a cover, not harsh, but it shook the soul.

The practitioners who were kneeling down and vaguely felt that the Xuanhu Lake in the grassland shaking for a moment, and they were even more afraid. They admired the uncle of the Beiming Sect and the young gentleman of Xingtan who dared to draw his sword to the point of being unparalleled.

"Too strong! Unreasonable strong!"

At this time, everyone had only such a judgment on Guo Dalu.

The great masters such as Song Chanfeng, Zhuang Rushan, Wen Shaogu, Xun Anxiu, Shi Xuanqing and others looked up carefully and saw that the "holy bead" had turned into a water dragon and was circling with Guo Dalu.

One man and one dragon appeared and disappeared in the air, and the fierce battle was in full swing.

Everyone was feeling complicated when they saw it. Song Chanfeng suddenly realized something and his face changed.

...

After Guo Dalu Haoran used the nine swords, he still failed to slay the dragon smoothly. He felt the unfathomable strength of the saint again. However, he also realized one thing. The saint in the East China Sea threw out this drop of water, and seemed to do it casually, with the intention of giving himself a little color, but in fact he also had the intention to experience the feeling of fighting with the dragon in advance, so that he would not be too busy when climbing Mount Mojie to face the eight dragons raised by the monk.

"Just come here!"

Guo Dalu threw out the peach wood sword, chanted the spell and summoned the somersault cloud. He Zhuo Liyun looked down at the monks around Xuanhu and said, "Borrow your weapons!"

The magic trick in his hand changed and he shouted: "Get up!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In an instant, countless weapons flew out from the monks on the bank of Xuanhu Lake, swords, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, sticks... like locusts passing by, collectively rising through the air.

The "Sword Control Technique" in the seventy-two transformations is called "Sword Control", but in fact it can fight against all weapons against the enemy.

The monks looked up at the sky, and then saw the shocking scene.

I saw Guo Dalu, who was standing on the clouds, pointing his hand at the water dragon and screaming: "Go!"

It was like thousands of arrows firing at the same time, and it was like hundreds of birds watching the phoenix. Those weapons attacked the water dragon like a tide.

With such a large-scale and powerful attack, even a real dragon will probably avoid the edge, let alone the water dragon transformed by water droplets?

The water dragon roared, letting all kinds of weapons pass by, cutting him into countless pieces. When the weapons return to the lakeside, the bodies of the countless water dragons condensed again and turned into water droplets.

Guo Dalu seemed to have expected it to have this trick, so he used the "call" of the seventy-two Taoist transformation technique when the water droplets had just formed.

The water droplet hesitated for a moment, then floated into Guo Dalu's hand reluctantly.

Guo Dalu brought the water droplets into the Qinglan World. The water droplets entered the Qinglan World and immediately turned into a dragon, preparing to establish his authority in this world and swore to the king to come. Unexpectedly, the water dragon was about to turn over and suddenly saw a yellow and red peach wood sword hanging quietly above the center of the Qinglan World. The peach wood sword remained motionless and hanged there like a Dinghai Dinghai needle, but made the water dragon feel indescribable pressure. The pressure made it unable to even think of resisting.

The water dragon made a quick decision and flew under the peach wood sword, turning into a drop of well-behaved and quiet water droplets.

Guo Dalu returned to Xuanhu and saw Ye Langtian still fighting with the bamboo knife. He reached out to take back the bamboo knife and said, "I hope it will help Fellow Daoist Ye."

Although Ye Langtian's fighting power was almost exhausted, the original energy in his body was simmering and surging, and he did show signs of breaking the realm. However, his face was a little confused and empty, and he could not see any joy of breaking the realm and entering the third master.

Guizhenting Yu Jingque looked at her husband and felt distressed. Only she knew her husband's pain and struggle at this time. She originally wanted to prove the great master at the Taoist conference, which shocked everyone and took back the limelight that he lost to Guo Dalu back then. Unexpectedly, Guo Dalu not only fell back from his death, but also jumped thousands of miles into a state, beating the whole master without any power to fight back. The most annoying thing was that he actually threw a bamboo knife to her husband, which was nominally to help him break the situation. In fact, it was more like an adult coaxing a child with toys. After coaxing, he asked if it was fun... It was really hateful!

My husband treated him as his lifelong enemy. He thought of him as soon as he came out and sighed that it would be boring that Guo Dalu would not be able to do anything about the Taoist conference, but he...

Thinking of this, the expression on Yu Jingque's face suddenly became conflicted, and another voice appeared in his heart asking her: "How should he treat his husband if he doesn't treat him like this? Can he fight with him seriously? Can his husband catch his sword? Uncle Zhuang is not his opponent!"

Yu Jingque sighed and saw that Master Zhuang had taken his husband back to the sect to retreat and break the state. He did not stay for a long time and left quietly.
Chapter completed!