Their palms met.
The purple lightning collided with the golden light, creating a terrifying sound.
Yuan Qi shook, energy boiled, and grass and trees flew everywhere.
A pit several meters deep appeared on the hard stone slab. With this as the center, terrifying cracks that looked like spider webs were everywhere.
The sound of confrontation was endless.
The lightning was violent and golden light flashed.
The purple and gold clashed continuously.
In front of the Sutra Depository, sand and stones flew everywhere.
In a few breaths, the two had exchanged more than ten moves.
They were evenly matched.
Following another collision, the lightning and golden light erupted with intense momentum.
Whether it was Li Zhongxuan or the masked man, they were forced to take a few steps back by the huge backlash.
The difference was that Li Zhongxuan took three steps back, while the masked man took four steps back.
It seemed to be a step away, but in fact, the difference was a hair's breadth and a thousand miles.
It meant that the former was slightly stronger than the latter.
There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.
If they were of the same rank, this difference was not unacceptable.
However, if he saw someone with a cultivation level lower than him, he would feel quite uncomfortable.
Masked Guest had such a mentality, and his expression was terrifyingly ugly.
He knew that the old bull nose in front of him was strong. It would definitely take some effort to take him down.
However, he did not expect him to be so strong that it made one's hair stand on end.
With his martial grandmaster cultivation and combat strength, not only did he not gain an advantage, but he was also gradually at a disadvantage.
This was a great humiliation.
Li Zhongxuan didn't know his opponent's grief and indignation.
After all, the Five Thunder Palm had just entered the rudiments, so it could not do anything to the masked man.
He decisively gave up.
A terrifying sword intent burst out from his body.
Vast and mighty, grand and magnificent.
It charged into the sky and shattered the clouds.
A long river of Sword Dao appeared behind him.
"Sword!"
With a raise of his hand, the peach wood sword on the table shook and rushed out of the Sutra Library, emitting a loud sword hum.
The dazzling sword light illuminated the sky.
Li Zhongxuan smiled as he looked at the peach wood sword floating in front of him.
Outside the Jade Void Cave, he guarded the Dao for half a month.
Other than cultivating, he also refined half of the Taihao Golden Liquid into the peach wood sword.
Now, this sword looked ordinary and unremarkable, but it had actually been reborn.
Compared to the legendary divine weapons, it was not inferior at all.
With the sword in hand, Li Zhongxuan's aura became exceptionally sharp.
The image of a kind and sage-like old Taoist priest was gone, replaced by a white-haired sword immortal who slew demons and protected the common people.
Stepping forward, he raised his hand and swung his sword.
In an instant, a magnificent sword light appeared and illuminated half of Quan Zhen Sect.
………
In front of Chong Yang Hall.
The longswords in the hands of the group of martial artists buzzed non-stop. They had no choice but to circulate their True Qi to suppress it.
"What a powerful sword intent!"
"Could it be that a grandmaster of the sword has made a move?”
"Who is fighting and actually made a great grandmaster attack?”
"Could it be that Quan Zhen Sect has a Daoist Master hidden within and is currently fighting against a strong enemy?”
The heroes looked in the direction of the sword light and whispered to each other.
He was extremely curious about the source of this terrifying sword intent.
The faces of some people with ulterior motives changed drastically.
Unfortunately, before they could react, Wang Chongyang suddenly burst into laughter, his hair and beard dancing wildly.
As his Daoist robe fluttered, his True Essence surged.
A pressure that far surpassed that of a grandmaster suddenly appeared and spread out from his body.
With a wave of his sleeve, the wind howled.
The several Peak Grandmasters surrounding him were instantly unable to fight back. They flew backward and crashed onto the ground, coughing up blood.
He had suffered serious internal injuries and lost his battle strength.
"You're a great grandmaster!"
"So you've already attained the Dao Sect's Perfected Being status!”
"Quan Zhen Sect! What an amazing feat!"
"How hateful it is to press the golden thread every year and actually make a wedding dress for others!”
The Grandmasters were shocked, their pupils constricted, and they looked at Wang Chongyang with shock and fear.
At this moment, a grandmaster from Shaolin suddenly said.
"Quan Zhen Sect is protecting Demoness and is in cahoots with Xiao Feng who killed his father and master.”
"Even if you become a martial grandmaster, Quan Zhen Sect will still be destroyed today.”
As he spoke.
The monk with the blood-stained kasaya suddenly struggled to get up. He put his palms together and bowed respectfully in the direction of the Shaolin monks.
"Martial Uncle, please take action and subdue the demons!”
A loud shout came from the Shaolin team.
"Amitabha."
Golden Buddhist light suddenly rose and filled the surroundings, surrounded by Zen intent.
The monks on both sides moved aside, and an old white-browed monk wearing an ordinary gray robe walked out.
"This poor monk is well-informed. Greetings, Immortal Wang.”
Wang Chongyang's expression was solemn.
"Everyone really thinks highly of Quan Zhen Sect.”
"They actually invited two martial grandmasters to help.”
"One in the open and one in the dark, you've put in a lot of effort!”
The appearance of the old monk not only shocked Quan Zhen Sect, but also a portion of the players who came with him.
Many people had gloomy expressions.
Knowing that they were being used, it was a foregone conclusion.
The only thing they could do was not to help each other.
"Grandmaster wants to make a move?"
"Amitabha, there are some things that have to be done.”
"Xiao Feng killed Martial Nephew Xuan Ku. This old monk must seek justice for him.”
"That female benefactor has a close relationship with Xiao Feng. Since the Immortal is unwilling to hand her over, this old monk can only help.”
"If this old monk is slightly better, then I would like to ask you to hand over Zhou Botong and that female benefactor.”
"If you win, this matter will end here. Shaolin will not interfere in this matter and will retreat immediately.”
"Good!"
Wang Chongyang agreed.
Although he cultivated, he was not weaker than others and his arrogance was not any less than before.
Even if the old monk had entered the martial grandmaster realm a few years earlier, Wang Chongyang did not think that he would lose.
………
At the same time.
In front of the Scripture Depository.
Li Zhongxuan was not surprised that the masked man had blocked his sword.
After all, he was a true martial grandmaster.
If he couldn't even block a single sword, that would be ridiculous.
However, this second sword was not easy to block!
Glancing at the masked man whose palm was stained with blood, Li Zhongxuan swung his sword again.
The Big River Sword Intent surged out.
Accompanied by this sword, the mountain spring not far away from the library rose up and charged towards the masked man.
In the latter's eyes, he saw a majestic sword river surging over.
It carried an unstoppable killing intent.
It was filled with a boundless sword intent.
At this moment, Masked Guest didn't dare to hold back.
He put his palms together and chanted the name of Buddha in a low voice.
In a dazzling golden light, an ancient bell condensed from true essence enveloped his entire body.
It was engraved with mysterious Buddhist seals, and its aura was grand and glorious.
"Buddhist Sect's Golden Bell Shield!"
"So you're a Shaolin bald donkey!"
"Unfortunately, it's not enough."
"Just wait and see how this old Daoist splits your turtle shell with a single sword strike.”
As soon as he finished speaking.
The power of the Big River Sword did not decrease. Instead, it increased by 30%.
The sword river collided with the golden bell, creating a deafening sound.
Half of Quan Zhen Sect heard this voice.
Looking in the direction of the sound, the Jianghu people saw the sword light and the golden bell collide.
He even heard the shocking sword chimes and the Zen singing that sounded like a bell.
"It's Shaolin's Golden Bell Shield!"
Someone who knew the goods exclaimed.
Everyone was shocked.
To think that Quan Zhen Sect would have two grandmaster level monks.
After a moment of stalemate, cracks appeared on the golden bell.
Under the impact of the sword river, it shattered.
Outside the Scripture Depository.
The black cloth covering his face was torn, revealing his true appearance. It was a thin old monk.
The sword river pierced through his body.
The terrifying sword intent crippled the old monk's newly formed Diamond Bones.
At this moment, blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth. He looked miserable and let out a miserable cry.
However, at the last moment, he still held his breath and turned around to escape.
The wind stopped and the dust fell.
Li Zhongxuan put away his peach wood sword and turned around to return to his room.
It was a mess outside the Scripture Depository.
Inside the Scripture Depository, there was no damage at all.
Putting down the peach wood sword, the old Taoist priest seemed to have done something trivial. He picked up a medical book and continued to read.
Unfortunately, he had already finished reading the scripture in the pavilion.
Otherwise, reading a Daoist scripture after a fight would be a joy in life.
Footsteps sounded.
A'Zhu walked out from behind.
She had witnessed the entire process of Li Zhongxuan's display of his divine might. Her eyes were filled with admiration, but there were also some doubts.
"Senior, why did you let that old monk go?”
"Aren't you afraid of letting the tiger return to the mountain?”
Glancing at the confused A'Zhu, Li Zhongxuan explained.
"That old bald donkey suffered a sword strike from this old Daoist and has long been a lamp on the verge of death.”
"Even if his cultivation is profound, he won't be able to live past the time it takes an incense stick to burn.”
"Since you are destined to die, why chase after it?”
"He's not as important as reading books and comprehending Dao.”
As he spoke.
Li Zhongxuan pointed at the teapot beside him.
"There's no more tea."
"Girl, you don't have many other abilities, but you're pretty good at making tea.”
"Another pot."
"After a fight, I'm very thirsty.”
The scene just now was seen by the heroes of the martial world.
The sword light pierced through the golden bell, and the Buddhist light shattered amidst a miserable cry.
The outcome of this battle had been decided.
It was obvious that Quan Zhen Sect's Sword Dao expert was better.
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