Weapon Transformation Art, one of the nine magical arts.
It comes from, one of the nine great sages guarding the gate of heaven. The great sage is famous, Luo Hua.
They are the most noble family in the world today, perhaps even higher than the immortals without immortals.
Zhang Shenling wanted to push the Zhang family to the nine heavens, but in fact, that was all.
"Everything in the world is a soldier, and reality and reality are the most invincible in the world." Xuan Ye's eyes showed alertness and solemnity.
Luo Hua Zizi looked at Zhang Qing, "Are you still standing in front of me?"
Zhang Qing smiled slightly, "I also want to see how powerful the Weapon Art is."
"I don't know." Luo Hua Zizi's eyes finally revealed a trace of murderous intent, and the inexplicable power between heaven and earth began to gather and slash towards Zhang Qing.
"You should have used your most powerful means to make a sneak attack before." In a whisper, Zhang Qing's eyes bloomed with golden light, and his whole body was coated with a layer of gold paint.
The absolutely heavy force seemed to collapse the sea of clouds under his feet. No matter how thousands of soldiers in the void collided with him, making the sound of ping ping ping ping pong, Zhang Qing remained expressionless.
"The golden body is immortal, red fire and red lotus."
A red lotus was trampled under Zhang Qing's feet. This was something he understood through the Buddhist magic. The immortal golden body given to him by the Fighting Demon Buddha always needs to be combined with himself, so There was a scene in front of me.
The red flames ignited the sky because of the appearance of the red lotus, and the hot breath made the Luohua woman change her color slightly. The golden lotuses in the distance who had not yet taken off to approach the bright light looked at this side with the same surprise.
"Is this just a golden lotus with two blooms?" Someone was shocked. With a golden lotus with five blooms, he felt the threat of death.
The flames enveloped the three of them, burning their defenses. Zhang Qing looked at the three of them quietly as if he were wearing golden armor.
He did not take action rashly, because in the current situation, it was absolutely impossible for the three of them to have all the strength.
"Deal with him, otherwise the opportunity has nothing to do with us." Luo Huazi said, and she finally realized that the monk blocking them in front of her was very unusual.
After saying that, he looked towards Xuan Ye and Jiang Baiyi, "What weapons do you want?"
In an instant, all kinds of magical weapons appeared in the sky, and it seemed that they could kill Zhang Qingzhen in an instant.
"No need." Black light flowed from Xuan Ye's arms, while Jiang Baiyi looked at the magic weapon in the sky curiously.
"Here comes a sword."
The sea of clouds rolled, forming a three-foot green peak in front of Jiang Baiyi. Holding a long sword in his hand, Jiang Baiyi narrowed his eyes and felt the terrifying edge in it.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, can this sword tear into pieces the golden light on your body?"
Zhang Qing shook his head, "I don't know."
As soon as the words fell, the dazzling sword light had already cut down. The inheritance of the soul seemed to never let the enemy react.
Ding!
Feeling the sword tip piercing his own flesh and blood, Zhang Qing looked down and his instinctive reaction made him grab the edge of the sword with one hand, preventing it from piercing him.
"It seems that it can be torn into pieces." Jiang Baiyi raised his head slightly and smiled at Zhang Qing.
As he smiled, Zhang Qing's heart grew alarming, and he felt a terrifying power falling behind him.
The green cow mooed, the white tiger whispered, and the flying crane spread its wings. Xuan Ye was three minutes faster than Jiang Baiyi and appeared behind Zhang Qing, punching Zhang Qing in the back.
In the distance, those golden lotuses were once again shocked, "Nine Death Mysterious Technique!"
"The Hangu Blue Bull is unparalleled in strength, and the mighty tiger possesses the most absolute killing power. That is... the Yujing Crane, a creature rumored to have unparalleled physical abilities. The former immortal capital watched the opponent's flight trajectory."
"Strength, killing, body skills, and the Nine-Death Mysterious Art are just enough to cultivate the golden lotus, and you are already qualified to look down on all the laws in the world."
With a faint dragon roar, Zhang Qing finally changed his color and pulled the sword edge out of his body with one hand. The terrifying power made Jiang Baiyi have to give up the sword in his hand.
The moment he turned around, Zhang Qing saw a pair of fierce tigers full of evil energy staring at him. In fear, the dragon roared and punched out towards the tiger.
The two fists struck each other, and invisible air waves enveloped the boundless white clouds and spread in all directions. The confrontation between the two absolute forces shook away all the Golden Lotuses watching the show around them.
The gray-white air flowed on the fingertips, and all the strange phenomena in front of him disappeared, replaced by Xuan Ye's indifferent eyes.
"What a powerful force." Xuan Ye praised, and Zhang Qing also looked at the other party with approval.
"You're good too."
"Of course, but it seems that you only have this pure power and nothing else."
As soon as the words fell, Xuan Ye disappeared in front of Zhang Qing, and the power of his punch seemed to hit the air.
The sound of cranes appeared in Zhang Qing's ears. Xuan Ye stepped on mysterious steps, formed seals with his hands, and finally turned into a palm and landed on Zhang Qing's shoulder.
The severe pain made Zhang Qing's pupils almost dilated. If it weren't for the blessing of the immortal golden body, he would have been shattered under this palm.
"With a strong body, it's rare to see an opponent like you." Xuan Ye's eyes showed surprise, but the next moment his pupils narrowed and he wanted to retreat back.
Boom!
A large amount of thunder spread, and among them, red heavenly soldiers came to kill like thousands of troops, finally stopping Xuan Ye's steps in an instant.
"Come whenever you want, how can such a good thing happen." In the Dragon Shepherd chapter, a punch that could shatter dragon scales fell, directly shattering the black light on Xuan Ye's body, and denting his chest bones.
Looking at Xuan Ye who vomited blood and flew away, Zhang Qing marveled in his heart. The power of his punch was definitely no less than Xuan Ye's previous palm. However, he relied on Buddhist spells such as the Immortal Golden Body to block it, and that Xuan Ye With Ye's own physical strength, even his bones were only dented and not broken.
Is it so powerful to change the order of physical training?
Time did not give Zhang Qing the slightest moment. The confrontation between him and Xuan Ye only lasted a sudden moment, and Jiang Baiyi also returned after this gap.
After giving up the magic weapon that Luo Huazizi transformed into a weapon, the invisible sword light cut directly into Zhang Qing's soul. Compared with the sword, the sword light at the moment was obviously more threatening.
The fear in his mind came, and Zhang Qing's vision blurred for a while. The battlefield in his soul was the place where he had the least means of defense.
With his eyes dim, Zhang Qing was at the critical moment when a purple golden bowl appeared in the palm of his hand. The next moment, the purple golden bowl disappeared and appeared in Zhang Qing's soul.
Written with gorgeous purple light shining, the sword light seemed to be stuck in the mud, its speed slowed down sharply, and there was a faint possibility of collapse.
A massive amount of mana poured in from all directions, finally obliterating the ray of sword light.
Clearness returned to his eyes, and his speed was so fast that even Xuan Ye, who was fighting again, was still hundreds of meters away.
"Without a powerful enough soul, these methods alone cannot stop us." Jiang Baiyi's face was solemn. He was obviously a golden lotus that condensed the flower of Qi. His body was not inferior to Xuan Ye, and the power of his soul also frightened him. .
