However, before everyone could come back to their senses, among the crowd, there was another Holy Son whose cultivation had reached the late stage of Wanxiang, and he took advantage of the light of Xiao Shisi's hammer to attack.
"Haha, your opponent is me!"
But An Hongling laughed ferociously, and the long whip was like a dragon, sweeping across it in an instant. In just a breath, the whip light shattered the green flame spear light of the Holy Son. The Holy Son of Jialan Holy Land was shocked and could only The heavenly weapon spear lay in front of him.
Snapped!
But with a thunderous explosion, the spear on his chest was shattered, and his whole ribs collapsed, like flying rocks, overturned.
After landing, you can't get up again!
Another holy son was severely injured, and all of it was done within a breath. Can it be solved with one move?
In this desolate holy land, even An Hongling's combat power is so tyrannical!
"Hiss, it's weird. Not only are these two people's cultivation higher than that of ordinary saints, but their martial arts will has also reached the middle level!"
"Could it be that they also obtained the Fire Bodhi Fruit in the Hell of Fire!?"
At this moment, a saint from the Holy Land suddenly spoke and saw the clues.
No matter Xiao Shisi or An Hongling, even though they did not use high-level martial arts, they were both extremely powerful.
This is due to the blessing of the will of the intermediate martial arts.
And within the Holy Land, saints and saints who can understand the will of intermediate martial arts are still very rare!
Only the Fire Bodhisattva can give these lowly disciples from Tiannan the will to become an intermediate martial artist.
However, just when everyone was shocked, they suddenly discovered that Qin Chong had unknowingly arrived at the stone steps at the end of the high platform, and had now stepped up to the platform where Erjia was.
He never made a move, he just wanted to become the second best player in Dabi! ?
This made the warriors of the Four Holy Lands all ashamed and angry. If Qin Chong succeeded in landing, it would be like sitting on his head and shitting for them!
"Qin Chong, you are not qualified to go up!"
Finally, two Holy Sons of the Holy Land in the late stage of Vientiane came out from the direction of Huaqing and Jiuyi Mountain at the same time, heading straight for Qin Chong.
Since that young man and An Hongling are no match for him, it is said that Qin Chong has been eliminated again, so they should be able to deal with it! ?
"Amitabha, all donors, this road is blocked!"
However, before they could arrive, a monk in white stood in front of the long steps. He clasped his hands in front of his chest in a solemn manner.
"Bald donkey, get out of here!"
But the two saints never put it in their eyes. The weapons in their hands burst out with terrifying sharpness in an instant.
When the two saint sons join forces and use their full combat power, even An Hongling may not be able to stop them.
They have never heard of this monk. One blow will definitely kill him!
"Buzz!"
But the monk in white just shook his head, and then a bronze Zen staff appeared in his hands. It suddenly fell to the ground and shook slightly. A black and yellow wind rose from the bottom of the Zen staff like a violent wave!
Boom boom!
The next moment, the martial arts of the two holy sons, Hua Qing and Jiu Yi, finally came down.
However, what shocked everyone to the extreme was that the sharp edges of these two people were shaking in the violent wind, but they were unable to break through!
Even after a few breaths, he was shattered by the strong wind?
The white-clothed monk behind the violent waves is like a mountain, like an ancient Buddha, and he is not moving at all!
Who is this! ?
For a moment, everyone in the venue looked at each other in confusion.
This is already the third leader in Taihuang Holy Land, but he seems to be stronger than Qin Xiao and An Hongling! ?
"What a waste!"
"Get out of the way!"
But at this time, the top saint son who was half a prince finally couldn't bear it any longer.
He walked out from the warriors of Jiuyi Holy Land, holding an ancient dark gold staff tightly in his hand. His body was like a wild bear, and the breath of flesh and blood burst out from his body. On the way, he set off a storm and rushed towards the white-clothed monk in front of the long steps.
Now, Qin Chong has reached one-third of the long steps as if he were strolling in a courtyard. If he doesn't stop him, it will be too late!
"That is Feng Pengju, the second holy son of Jiuyi Holy Land. His combat power is second only to Feng Longxiang!"
"Yes, this is definitely a monster with Dabi Yijia qualifications!"
"In the Holy Land of Desolation, no one should be able to stop him!"
Seeing this person take action, many warriors were excited.
The Holy Land Competition has just begun. We can't let this Holy Land gain momentum all the time! ?
Someone should suppress their arrogance!
"You, get out of my way!"
That Feng Pengju rose into the sky, picked up the dark gold giant stick with both hands, and smashed it down with a wave of air of one hundred and fifty feet.
This stick was enough to smash a hill into pieces. He didn't believe that a mere monk from the Holy Land could stop him! ?
"Haha, the donor is very angry, please wait before the long steps!"
But the monk in white just chuckled, and then the Zen staff in his hand vibrated for the second time.
Buzz!
This time, the hundred-foot violent wind in front of him rose to two hundred feet, and golden Buddhist marks appeared in the strong wind, making this powerful wind look like a barrier!
Boom!
At this moment, Feng Pengju's stick also landed on the violent waves with great force.
There was a sudden explosion like thunder and thunder, the strong wind burst out, and the golden light rippled in front of the white-clothed monk like ripples, but he still could not break through.
After three breaths, Feng Pengju's stick light disappeared in front of the wind wall!
"Hiss, this is impossible!"
"Could it be that even if Feng Peng raises his hand, he can't defeat this person's method?!"
"An unknown person in Taihuang Holy Land can actually resist the Second Holy Son of Jiuyi Holy Land!"
In an instant, countless warriors in the venue couldn't help but look at each other.
"The young monk said that this road is blocked!"
At this moment, behind the Gangfeng Wall, the monk in white chuckled again.
This martial arts inheritance comes from the ancient holy land, and its grade has reached the top king level. How can these sons of the holy land be able to break through?
"Feng Pengju can't do it, but if so, what about us!?"
But at this moment, a man and a woman came from both sides at the same time.
They came from Yaoguang and Jialan Holy Land, and their cultivation levels were as high as Feng Pengju's, reaching the half-step princely realm.
Now, they have put away their contempt for Taihuang Holy Land.
These people who were previously penniless may not be as powerful as them now. Only by joining forces can they be defeated in one blow.
The white-clothed monk glanced at Hong Ling and Xiao Shishi, who were hunting the An family warriors in the crowd, and then raised his hands and said with a smile, "If you don't believe it, you can give it a try!"
Although he is a disciple of Buddhism, his tone is plain.
But these words are full of endless arrogance and arrogance!
"Is this guy crazy? He doesn't know who is standing in front of him?"
"Ji Yue, the second holy son of the Yaoguang Holy Land, and Xia Ziyun, the third saint of the Jialan Holy Land, are both equal to Feng Pengju!"
"If this person can still stop these three top holy land monsters from joining forces, I'll take it!"
Many people stood up and became emotional.
"court death!"
The Ji Yue trio were also furious at this moment. Immediately, their souls vibrated, the wings of light with inscriptions bloomed, their weapons were raised, and they attacked the wind wall.
"Amitabha!"
"Fudo Ming King, no fear of madness!"
At this moment, the monk in white clasped his hands together.
The next moment, Lin Xianzhi suddenly walked out behind him, and saw an ancient sword floating in front of her, with a seal on her chest, and a vast amount of information poured out from the sword, covering a hundred feet in radius.
The aura of the monk in white also surged to the level of a half-royal at this moment, and the Buddhist mark in the wind wall in front of him seemed to be coated with a layer of mysterious brilliance.
Boom boom boom!
The next moment, Ji Yue and the others struck with all their strength, and the wind wall was completely submerged. Air and dust surged from all directions, covering hundreds of feet around it!
The sound of the collision of breaths is like a giant drum beating on the earth, like a mountain peak collapsing before you.
Many warriors stood up at this moment, staring at the long steps.
Waiting, the figure of the white-robed monk was thrown out of the violent smoke and dust.
However, after a few breaths, all the dust was annihilated by the wall of wind.
They were surprised to find that the monk in white clothes was still like a rock, standing still in the same place.
The wind wall is still there!
"What!?"
At this time, not only the warriors watching the battle at the venue, but also the saints and princes in the three holy places all stood up at this moment.
Ji Yue and the three of them are so powerful together, but now, they can actually surpass the Buddhist cultivators in this desolate holy land! ?
"That woman is actually a Taoist cultivator. She blessed this Buddhist cultivator with fighting power!"
"What? Taoist cultivator? A Taoist cultivator actually appeared in Taihuang Holy Land?"
"This woman seems to be Tiannan Princess Lin Xianzhi!"
Soon, these saints discovered the clues.
Even though this monk's cultivation level is the highest among several people, he is not half a prince. Even if he has the will of intermediate martial arts, it is absolutely impossible to resist the three men of Feng Pengju joining forces.
Only with the blessing of Lin Xianzhi, this is possible!
But Taoist cultivators are extremely rare. There is no one in the four holy places!
This was already the fourth Taihuang disciple to take action, but it shocked the whole audience again.
Everyone was puzzled, secretly wondering what kind of monster descendants were in this desolate holy land! ?
"This road is different!"
The white-clothed monk spoke for the third time, still using the same four words.
Plain and domineering!
What shocked the An family warriors to the extreme was that as the white-clothed monk attracted Ji Yue and the others, An Hongling and Qin Xiaoru entered a deserted place and had now killed all the An family disciples on the high platform. Execute!
These two men were extremely ruthless and showed no mercy!
An's family is among the Four Holy Lands, and his background is not as good as before. An Jingting has fallen long ago, and An Taichu is unable to participate in the war. Now he is being killed like a pig or a dog. This is simply a shame!
When An Hongling and Qin Xiao returned to the wind wall of the white-clothed monk, they bathed in Lin Xianzhi's Taoism together, and their aura surged again.
Just four people completely blocked the long steps leading to the second highest platform.
It was like the embankment of the Nu River, blocking everyone in the four holy places in front of them.
How ironic this scene is! ?
Before the Holy Land Competition started, who could have imagined that it would be like this! ?
Moreover, what makes all the Holy Land warriors even more embarrassed and angry is that Qin Chong, who has never made a move so far, has reached two-thirds of the long step.
Soon, we will reach the second highest platform!
