Chapter 711 Peach Blossom Sword God Proven Sword Immortal

The middle-aged man with an ordinary face, gentle and gentle, holding a peach blossom, was stunned when he heard this. He looked at Wang Xianzhi and Li Chungang, and then at Xu Zongjia. The sword intent on his body came out from his body, and a yellow pear tree behind him There was a buzzing sound in the sword box. The sword box suddenly opened. Twelve small flying swords flew out of the sword box and flew around Deng Tai'a. These twelve flying swords were made by Deng Tai'a using the secret method of the Wu Family Sword Tomb. It can be said that it is a magical sword. Deng Tai'a has never used it on weekdays. It is his last trump card.

After surrounding Deng Tai'a for several weeks, the twelve swords formed a straight line and emitted unparalleled sword energy, cutting off all the cloud steps in the air, leaving a crack as thin as a hair.

Xu Zongjia frowned and couldn't help but secretly feel funny. He didn't expect that Deng Tai'a's sword energy would actually cut through his cloud steps. It was really an unnecessary disaster and he felt a little embarrassed.

Xu Zongjia waved his sleeves and wiped away the stubborn sword intent remaining on the cloud ladder. The cloud ladder returned to its original state without any damage.

Deng Tai'a looked at Xu Zongjia's understatement and secretly admired Xu Zongjia's methods. Then he frowned and sighed secretly.

Although Deng Tai'a refers to the Mysterious Realm, he has a high level of cultivation and can achieve the realm of land gods long ago. It's just because Deng Tai'a understands that even if he steps into the realm of land gods, Wang Xianzhi will be pressing on his head, so he has been He has been reluctant to step into the realm of Sword Immortal for a long time, suppressing his own realm, blindly deepening his knowledge and solidifying his foundation.

Deng Tai'a sighed helplessly. In today's situation, his cultivation in the Zhixuan realm was really too low, and he couldn't do anything about it. His face was a bit bitter, and he reluctantly let go of the limitations of his cultivation. The momentum of the sword continued to increase, and the sword became more pure and sharp, forcing the people around him to retreat and disperse in horror.

Deng Tai'a's aura continued to climb, and after reaching a peak, the aura on his body suddenly converged, and the warriors who were resisting the oppression of his aura were thrown into the air. There was a faint smell of blood in his mouth, and his chest Bored and panicked.

Deng Tai'a then stepped onto the platform of the sea with his magic sword, occupied a position, and stood silently.

Wang Xianzhi and Li Chungang were even more pleased. There was another person who had the same idea, and today's martial arts competition would be even more exciting.

Xu Fengnian looked at the ordinary Deng Tai'a holding a peach blossom, and for some reason he seemed to have a feeling of familiarity in his heart.

Xu Fengnian pushed the strange thought in his mind into a corner and buried it deeply. He and the other party were strangers to each other, and it was an illusion after all.

Deng Tai'a seemed to have noticed Xu Fengnian, who was standing in front of everyone and closest to the four of them. His eyes were gentle and he nodded gently and said hello to Xu Fengnian.

Xu Fengnian smiled back, but secretly wondered why the Peach Blossom Sword God was so polite to him.

The warriors present looked at the four people in the field, quietly waiting for their duel, but after waiting left and right, they still couldn't see the four people taking action, and they couldn't help but look at each other.

Only a few clever people like Xu Fengnian can realize that although the four of them stand silently and wait for the arrival of the last person, their qi has already started to clash, attacking each other, or jointly attacking one person. , or one person against three people, fighting vertically and horizontally, with ever-changing tactics, which made them break out in cold sweat.

About a quarter of an hour later, a crane chirped from the distance. Everyone in silence looked at the little Taoist priest who was riding a crane in a gray robe and secretly guessed the identity of the other person. Some thought he was a talented young man, and some thought he was a talented young man. He is a Taoist senior who rejuvenated his youth. There are different opinions and it is difficult to unify.

Only Xu Fengnian's eyes widened. He really didn't expect that the last person Xu Zongjia and the four were waiting for was actually a young Wudang Taoist priest riding a bull. Didn't Hong Xixiang claim to be the best in the world and would never go down the mountain?

Xu Fengnian used the star mirror to shine it on the somewhat shy little Taoist priest. A young Taoist priest with an immortal style suddenly appeared on the mirror. The energy around his body was obscure and difficult to understand. There was a faint sense of oppression coming out of the mirror. His eyes were open and closed. A flash of sword light flashed through, like a sword of wisdom, unrivaled in sharpness, the sword light was dazzling, and could cut off all the troubles in the world.

Xu Fengnian couldn't help but clicked his tongue. He thought that he had stepped into the Celestial Realm today, which was enough to defy the heavens. However, this little Taoist who could only ride a bull to understand the way of heaven and had never descended to Wudang Mountain had never practiced martial arts or practiced any spiritual disciplines. No mental method that has ever been experienced in Wudang Mountain has achieved the realm of land gods today. And judging from the reactions of Xu Zongjia and others, this little Taoist priest is definitely not like an ordinary land god, but the top master among them, with great combat power. Absolutely amazing.

Xu Zongjia's body was covered with mist, and everyone couldn't see his face clearly. Seeing that everyone had already arrived, they didn't show any courtesy. He took the first step and came to the middle position. He took another step and attacked the Hong Xixiang who finally arrived.

Li Chungang had long been impatient. When he saw Xu Zongjia taking the lead, he immediately shot the sword screen towards Wang Xianzhi. The sword came out like a dragon, mighty and powerful, and killed Wang Xianzhi with endless fighting spirit.

Deng Tai'a also glanced at the four fighting people, and finally attacked Wang Xianzhi with peach blossoms in hand. After all, he and Wang Xianzhi had fought many times. Now that he had been forced to enter the realm of sword immortals, he would not give up on Wang Xianzhi no matter what. A chance to compete.

Wang Xianzhi, the second best person in the world, let out a hearty laugh and was extremely heroic. He was not afraid of fighting against the attacks of the two sword immortals alone. He clenched his fists and attacked the sword dragon, fighting with swords and swords. The sound resounded throughout the field, causing the onlookers to retreat continuously, unable to withstand the aftermath of their fight. Only some first-level masters were left in place, greedily watching the fight between the five peerless masters in the field, without giving up at all. Back away.

Li Chungang is undisputedly the best in swordsmanship, and the newly promoted swordsman Deng Tai'a also knows this very well, so he found a new way, specializing in killing techniques, and refined his swordsmanship. In fact, he is slightly better than Li Chungang in attacking, which can be regarded as Spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums all have their own specialties. They are equally good and inferior.

Deng Tai'a held the peach blossom and turned it into a peerless sharp sword. He cooperated with Li Chunang to attack Wang Xianzhi's back. This fragile peach blossom branch was like the soul-seeking messenger from hell who stretched out his pale arm and grabbed Wang Xianzhi's back. It's like dragging Wang Xianzhi to hell.

Wang Xianzhi did not have any panic, and continued to bombard the Stegosaurus with his right hand. Broken blades from the remaining soldiers continued to fall down and sank into the sea. He just hoped that among these swords, there was not the inferior iron sword of Deng Tai'a sword boy, otherwise Li Chungang would Both Deng and Tai'a were often nagging and ridiculed by him, and then felt sad.

Wang Xianzhi turned sideways at 90 degrees, and drew an arc with his left fist, swinging towards Deng Tai'a's peach branch. The punch was unparalleled, and the wind of the fist stirred up invisible ripples. This was the result of the space being unable to bear it.