"Marshal, you should give up. It's not that your cultivation is not good, it's that Feng Qingyang's sword technique was defeated by my Buddha plate!"
The blood monk smiled. Because he took Lin Fan's status into consideration, the blood monk's tone was quite polite, but his eyes were full of pride.
Being able to defeat the Marshal of Heaven is the Blood Monk's greatest pride at this time.
"Oh? In my opinion, any magical power must rely on the power of the caster. If I am strong enough, can't I break your blood wheel?"
Lin Fan smiled lightly and continued to shoot the ice sword in mid-air.
There were so many ice swords floating in the air that the immortals began to lose their patience.
How long will it take to finish shooting this sword?
Then will this assembly of immortals continue?
You may not want the elixir, but everyone is still waiting to fight for it!
Even Immortal Lord Lingde frowned slightly. It seemed that Marshal Lin was nothing more than that.
"Look! The blood in the Buddha's plate is not as strong as before!"
Suddenly someone among the immortals said in surprise.
All the immortals stared at it again.
Sure enough, as the ice swords that continued to shoot were submerged into the rotating blood wheel, the blood color of the Buddha's plate was indeed much darker than before.
"Moreover, it seems that the speed of the blood wheel is not as fast as before! It is even slightly blocked!" Someone else said suddenly.
Everyone stared again. This was indeed the case. Everyone looked at Lin Fan again. There were countless ice swords around Lin Fan!
In other words, when all these ice swords are fired, there may be hope of breaking the blood monk's Buddhist plate and killing all living beings!
Everyone began to look forward to Lin Fan again.
The blood monk also discovered what had happened. He shouted in a deep voice and once again injected spiritual power into the killing Buddha plate to speed up the speed of the blood wheel so that he could continue to corrode the ice swords that were shot.
However, Lin Fan didn't want to play anymore.
At the same time, he sent a message to Feng Qingyang’s mind: “Just be careful, now is the real essence of the Wandering Dragon Ice Art!”
Feng Qingyang quickly cheered up.
At this sight, the whole person's eyes widened. In addition to being dull, his eyes were shocked!
Watching the ice swords that covered the sky and the earth suddenly shoot out all at once, and even draw beautiful streaks of light in the mid-air, Feng Qingyang's mood at this time was beyond words.
This moment is the true fit between Youlong Hanbing Jue and Wanjian Guizong!
Ice swords fill the sky, creating a spectacle!
After the spectacle, comes violence!
After the sky-wide ice sword was shot out, it was even more devastating, killing and smashing the Buddha plate in front of the blood monk!
The blood monk looked in disbelief, and even suffered a certain amount of trauma due to the shattering of the Buddhist plate. The blood monk spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You..." Even though he was defeated, the blood monk still couldn't understand.
"I won't kill you today because I will leave your life to him."
One move severely injured the blood monk, Lin Fan said coldly, while pointing at Feng Qingyang.
His throat felt sweet, and the blood monk almost spurted out another mouthful of blood.
After suppressing the resentment in his heart, the blood monk was able to keep his composure. He even held hands with Lin Fan and said, "Thank you, Marshal, for not killing me today!"
After exchanging words with Lin Fan, the blood monk left Huale Palace directly.
Anyway, he had obtained a fairy elixir, and the blood monk was satisfied. However, Feng Qingyang was still eyeing him, so the blood monk suppressed his resentment and thanked Lin Fan.
Lin Fan did not stop him.
Feng Qingyang did not take the opportunity to take the blood monk's life. Feng Qingyang decided to practice the Wandering Dragon Ice Art improved by Lin Fan, and use his own strength to personally avenge the innocent people of Wanli City in the future!
This is Feng Qingyang’s heart of swordsmanship, and it is also the heart of cultivation.
"Return the sword to you."
After the blood monk left, Lin Fan returned the Dragon Playing Water Sword in his hand to Feng Qingyang.
Lin Fan was very satisfied with Feng Qingyang. If Feng Qingyang had just attacked Monk Xue while he was seriously injured, although Lin Fan would not have stopped him, he would have been disappointed because that would definitely break Feng Qingyang's Daoist heart!
Now it seems that my worries are obviously unnecessary.
Seeing what Feng Qingyang was thinking, Lin Fan nodded with satisfaction and returned to Fairy Baihua.
"Son."
Beside her, Baihua Fairy's eyes were full of worry.
Lin Fan knew what Baihua Fairy was worried about for him.
Originally, this gathering of immortals was not good for him, but he was still so high-profile and took the initiative to help Feng Qingyang to come forward. Aren't he afraid of ushering in more enemies and changes?
Lin Fan was really not afraid of this.
"It's okay, don't worry."
With a soft smile, Lin Fan handed Baihua Fairy a spiritual fruit, "This spiritual fruit is sweet and very good. You should try one too."
As the blood monk left and Lin Fan returned to his seat, Taibai Jinxing had to continue to host the assembly of immortals.
Previously, because of Lin Fan's display of the magical power of the ice sword, Taibai Jinxing took the initiative to give Lin Fan an immortal elixir. Lin Fan did not refuse, and no one among the immortals would object.
The elixir that Lin Fan accepted was given to Fairy Baihua.
Since the two fell in love, Lin Fan had not given any gifts to Fairy Baihua. However, Fairy Baihua had been worried about him, so Lin Fan simply gave her a pill as a token of his love.
Therefore, there are only seven immortal pills left in this first wave of competition.
As the number of fairy pills became less and less, the number of immortals competing for them began to increase. As the immortals continued to use their magical powers, on the one hand, the immortals kept applauding, and on the other hand, there were fewer and fewer fairy pills. .
Not long after, only the last one was left.
"There is only one immortal elixir left. Are there any other immortals who plan to give it a try?"
Putting the last fairy elixir in the disk in the center of the hall, Taibai Jinxing smiled.
Some people were eyeing it, and there were more than one person. Because of the last one, more than a dozen powerful auras burst out at once.
And every breath is no lower than the fifth level of heavenly immortal!
"It seems that this last fairy elixir is interesting."
The one who spoke was not Taibai Jinxing, but Lingde Immortal Lord who had taken action before.
"I want the last fairy elixir."
Just when everyone thought there was going to be a magical battle, a cold voice suddenly came out.
Everyone looked puzzled, and when they looked around, there were many people with evil expressions on their faces.
You have such a strong tone!
However, when everyone's eyes were focused on that cold voice, no one asked.
The man had a shaved head and wore an exotic robe. What hung around his neck were not Buddhist beads, but a string of brightly colored agate stones.
The eyes have three-color eyelashes, making them look extremely enchanting.
Lin Fan frowned slightly.
Everyone couldn't help but frown. Although everyone didn't know much about this Loose Immortal, this person gave people a feeling of being from a foreign land. Coupled with the coldness and ruthlessness in his voice, it was obvious that no one wanted to make the first test. people.
"I want this last fairy elixir. Does anyone want to snatch it from me?"
The bald man Po Saji continued to speak.
Seeing that no one objected, the bald man Po Saji smiled coldly to himself, then stood up slowly and walked towards the center of the hall.
"To get this last fairy elixir, you have to be capable! I'm..."
Seeing the bald man Bo Saji reaching for the last fairy pill, someone finally couldn't help but speak.
However, the person who was planning to compete had just opened his mouth and was about to register his own number.
Posaki had turned around, with a cold expression on his face, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.
At the same time, he grasped the void.
And the direction is the one who wants to fight for the last fairy pill.
