Chapter 447 Natural Temperament

It turned out that this sword was his highest speed, even before most people could react, the sharp sword tip had already appeared only a few feet away from Lu Xiaotian. And that Qingfeng sword is also a magic weapon of alchemy. At such a close distance, with the speed of the black and thin old man, can the silver-haired youth in front of him escape? At least most of the monks ask themselves that it is absolutely impossible to do it. The speed of the black and thin old man is definitely the top of the foundation-building peak monks.

Even the Jindan cultivators of the Foreign Land Alliance looked a little surprised when they saw this blow. Before, they thought that the black and thin old man could delay time by relying on his speed, and consume Lu Xiaotian's strength as much as possible, but the black and thin old man was like a stroke of magic. But the sword made them admire, even Xiang Tieta, and another top-notch foundation cultivator who hurried over from other places were also quite moved. If they were suddenly attacked by this blow, even if they did not die, they would probably die. It takes a lot of money to survive.

But at the next moment, everyone's eyes widened, as if they couldn't believe their own eyes. Facing the astonishing sword strike of the black and thin old man, the silver-haired young man didn't dodge or dodge, and didn't even move his body. But the black and thin old man's body has been frozen in mid-air, maintaining the shape of holding a sword.

When the Qingfeng sword was about a foot away from Lu Xiaotian, everyone didn't even have time to see how Lu Xiaotian was moving. When the black and thin old man stopped, they saw two fingers suddenly appearing on the edge of the sword. Hold the Qingfeng sword.

At this time, even if the black and thin old man's face was flushed with swelling, the sword in his hand could not penetrate any further.

"How is it possible!" Many monks from the foreign alliance have already shouted. This is the full-strength sword of the monks in the late stage of foundation establishment, and it is also a magic weapon of alchemy. The silver-haired young man clamped it with only two fingers. With a human body of flesh and blood, how can it compete with the magic weapon of Danyuan? How can this silver-haired young man do it?

The Jindan monks with very good eyesight naturally discovered the magic-breaking glove on Lu Xiaotian's hand at this time. If Lu Xiaotian hadn't changed the color of the magic-breaking glove when he was using it, they hadn't noticed it before.

Kuizhong's several Golden Core cultivators looked at each other in amazement. With their eyesight, they could naturally see that although the glove had some peculiarities, it didn't seem to have any fluctuations in breath, that is to say, Lu Xiaotian clamped it with his fingers. This sword is all based on one's own strength, there is no fluke. The silver-haired young man in front of them was far more difficult to deal with than they imagined.

Not only the monks from other lands, but also the monks in Wangyue's world of cultivating immortals also had an incredulous expression.

At the moment when everyone was stunned, the Qingfeng sword suddenly slipped out from between the two fingers, but the direction of the slip was the position controlled by Lu Xiaotian, and it was still a few inches away from the forehead, but Lu Xiaotian's two fingers had already slid directly to the sword. handle. The power of the black and thin old man lies in his speed, but under the burst of close range, Lu Xiaotian is even higher than him. The opponent's strength was among the many top foundation-building monks Lu Xiaotian faced, but he was at the upper-middle level. He was caught between his two fingers, and naturally he couldn't get rid of it based on his strength. What's more, Lu Xiaotian just wanted to change the direction of this sword a little bit.

The black and thin old man's face was terrified, and he wanted to retreat again, but his chest was already in severe pain, and his sternum cracked.

With a puff, the black and thin old man's body flew back in the air feebly, fell to the ground feebly and convulsed.

Even the top-quality defensive magic weapon leather armor could not prevent Lu Xiaotian's palm on his chest. With the physique of a black and thin old man, how could he withstand the terrifying force of the penetrating palm.

Not a moment later, the black and thin old man fell to the ground in exasperation.

"Wow—" Mochizuki's cultivators from various sects burst into cheers.

"Senior Brother Lu! Senior Brother Lu!" Peng Dayong and other foundation cultivators of Lingxiao Palace witnessed this scene, and with their blood boiling, they couldn't help pulling out their weapons and raising them to the sky, shouting continuously.

Some Qi-refining monks should call Lu Xiaotian a senior, but seeing such a wonderful battle, forgetting their feelings, they even shouted along with Peng Da and some foundation-building monks, although it seemed a bit nondescript, but in this situation Next, as the shouts increased. But no one cared about these things, it was just that the wave of voices gathered above the black crowd, like a torrent, was about to hit the clouds directly. Even Lei Wantian, Huo Yuming, Bixu old monster, and some Golden Core cultivators from other sects watching the battle couldn't help feeling a little bloody and excited.

At this time, even these Golden Core cultivators became the foil of the silver-haired young man on the battle platform, and the focus of everyone's eyes, only the man in the wheelchair was left. Even though a normal person sitting in a wheelchair looks somewhat weird, but judging from Lu Xiaotian's demeanor at this time, everyone thinks it's perfectly normal.

All the foundation-building cultivators and Qi-refining cultivators in the Moon-Watching Realm fell into a frenzy. The aura of the Moon-Watching Immortal Cultivation World was rising steadily, and it seemed that there was no apex. Even the Golden Core cultivators were all moved by it. A calm face, consistent and unmoved by external objects.

However, in the eyes of the monks, Lu Xiaotian's calm looks more like a king present, without a single extra word, without an extra look, he has already shown sufficient dominance. Even the foundation building and qi refining monks among those foreign monks felt that they could only look up.

"This son has a natural commander-in-chief temperament, but he was born with an indifferent temperament, which is really rare." Even in the hostile camp, Kui Zhong couldn't help sighing at this time.

"I am afraid that there is only one person who can subdue countless foundation-building and Qi-refining monks in several immortal worlds in the foundation-building period for thousands of years. I heard that this son's cultivation aptitude is very ordinary. Fortunately, he is only a foundation-building monk. Cultivator Dan is really not our blessing. It is a pity that such a person was born in the world of Wangyue cultivating immortals."

Even Xiang Zhen, who is arrogant by nature, also has admiration in his eyes at this time. Although the two that Lu Xiaotian killed before were strong, they were not considered top-notch. A cultivator of Xiangtie Tower's level could defeat them, and even Lu Xiaotian didn't display a powerful attacking move. But whether it is Kui Zhong, Xiang Zhen and others feel that changing Xiang Tieta, or other people, can't reach the level of Lu Xiaotian that makes other monks almost crazy. That's why Kui Zhong said that Lu Xiaotian has the temperament of a natural commander.

Lu Xiaotian on the battle platform was just two simple kills, and he was tens of thousands of times stronger than those impassioned. It's just that these Golden Core cultivators have a thought in their hearts, that this effect cannot be achieved by changing someone else, even if they are replaced on the field.