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 the Qingfeng Sword is also a Danyuan magic weapon. At such a close distance, with the speed of the dark and thin old man, can the silver-haired young man in front of him escape? At least most monks asked themselves that they would never be able to do it. The speed of the black and thin old man was definitely the top among the monks at the peak of Foundation Establishment.
Even the golden elixir monks from the foreign alliance looked a little surprised when they saw this blow. Before, they thought that the black and thin old man could just rely on his speed to delay time and consume Lu Xiaotian's strength as much as possible, but the black and thin old man's strike was like a stroke of genius. The sword made them admired greatly. Even Xiang Tieta and another top foundation-building monk who hurriedly came from other places were also quite moved. If they were suddenly attacked by this attack, even if they did not die, they would probably die. It costs a lot of money to survive.
But the next moment, everyone's eyes widened, as if they didn't believe their own eyes. Facing the astonishing sword strike of the black and thin old man, the silver-haired young man did not dodge, and did not even move his body. But the body of the black and thin old man has been frozen in mid-air, still holding the sword.
When the Qingfeng sword was still a few feet away from Lu Xiaotian, no one even had time to see clearly how Lu Xiaotian moved. When the black and thin old man froze, they saw that there were two more fingers at the edge of the sword. Hold the Qingfeng sword.
At this time, even if the thin black old man's face was swollen and red, he could not advance any further with the sword in his hand.
"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 an alchemy weapon. This silver-haired young man actually clamped it with only two fingers. How can a human body of flesh and blood compete with the alchemy weapon? How can this silver-haired young man do it?
The golden elixir monks with very good eyesight naturally discovered the magic-breaking gloves worn by Lu Xiaotian at this time. If the color of the magic-breaking gloves had not changed slightly when Lu Xiaotian used it, they would not have noticed it before.
Kuizhong and several Jindan monks looked at each other in surprise. With their eyesight, they could naturally see that although there were some strange things about the gloves, they did not seem to have any aura fluctuations. In other words, Lu Xiaotian held them between his fingers. This sword relies entirely on one's own strength, and there is no chance at all. The silver-haired young man in front of them was far more difficult to deal with than they imagined.
Not only the foreign monks, but also the monks from the Wangyue Cultivation World also looked incredulous.
At the moment when everyone was stunned, the Qingfeng Sword suddenly slipped out from between his fingers, but the direction it slid out was the position controlled by Lu Xiaotian. It was still a few inches away from the forehead, but Lu Xiaotian's fingers had already slipped directly to the sword. handle. The great thing about the black and thin old man is his speed, but in a close range burst, Lu Xiaotian is even better than him. Among the many top foundation-building monks Lu Xiaotian faced, the opponent's strength was only above average. He was caught between his two fingers. With his strength, he naturally couldn't get rid of it. What's more, Lu Xiaotian just wanted to change the direction of this sword.
The dark and thin old man looked horrified. He wanted to retreat again, but there was already a sharp pain in his chest and a clicking sound in his sternum.
With a pop, the body of the thin black old man flew back weakly in the air, and fell to the ground helplessly, twitching.
Even the best defensive magic weapon leather armor could not prevent Lu Xiaotian's palm imprinted on his chest. With the physique of a dark and thin old man, how could he withstand the terrifying force of the penetrating palm?
In less than a moment, the black and thin old man died on the ground.
"Wow---" The monks from various sects in the Wangyue Immortal Realm burst into a burst of shocking cheers.
"Senior Brother Lu! Senior Brother Lu!" Peng Dayong and other foundation-building monks from Lingxiao Palace witnessed this scene. With their blood boiling, they couldn't help but draw out their weapons and raise them to the sky, shouting continuously.
Some Qi Refining monks should call Lu Xiaotian senior, but after seeing such a wonderful battle, they were so forgetful that they followed Peng Da and started shouting with some Foundation Establishing monks. Although it seemed a bit nondescript, this situation at this time Next, there were more and more shouts. But no one cared about this, it was just the wave of voices gathering above the dark crowd, like a torrent, that was about to hit the clouds. Even Lei Wantian, Huo Yuming, the Bi-bearded old monster, and some other Jindan monks from other sects who were watching the battle couldn't help but feel their blood boiling with excitement.
At this time, even these golden elixir monks had become the foil of the silver-haired young man on the battle platform. The focus of everyone's attention was only the man sitting in the wheelchair. Although a normal person sitting in a wheelchair looks somewhat weird, judging from Lu Xiaotian's demeanor at this time, everyone felt that it was perfectly normal.
All the foundation-building monks and Qi-refining monks in the Wangyue Realm fell into a frenzy. The momentum of the Wangyue Immortal Realm was rising steadily, and there seemed to be no peak. Even the Golden Pill monks were all moved by it. Only the silver-haired young man in his sight could Zhang's calm face remains unchanged, unmoved by external objects.
However, in the eyes of the monks, Lu Xiaotian's calmness was more like that of a king present. He did not need a superfluous word or a superfluous look to show sufficient dominance. Even the foundation-building and Qi-refining monks among the foreign monks felt like they could only look up to them.
"This boy has a natural commanding temperament, but he has an indifferent temperament, which is really rare." Even in the hostile camp, Kui Zhong couldn't help but sigh at this time.
"I am afraid that there is only one person who can subdue countless foundation-building Qi refining monks in several immortal worlds with the foundation-building stage for thousands of years. I heard that this person's cultivation qualifications are extremely ordinary. Fortunately, he is only a foundation-building monk. If he is a golden Monk Dan is really not our blessing. It is a pity that such a person was born in the world of Wangyue Cultivation."
Even Xiang Zhen, who was arrogant by nature, also had admiration in his eyes at this time. Although the two people Lu Xiaotian killed before were strong, they were not very top-notch. A monk of Xiang Tieta's level could have defeated them. Even Lu Xiaotian did not use any powerful attack moves. But neither Kui Zhong nor Xiang Zhen and others felt that Xiang Tieta or anyone else would be able to achieve the level of Lu Xiaotian that made other monks almost crazy in their support. That's why Kui Zhong said that Lu Xiaotian has the temperament of a natural commander.
Lu Xiaotian on the battle platform only had two simple kills, which were tens of thousands of times more powerful than those impassioned ones. It's just that these Jindan monks have an idea in their hearts that changing someone else can't achieve this effect at all, even if they are replaced on the field.
