The middle-aged man surnamed Li naturally has no way of knowing at this moment that Meng Hao was so famous in the Zhao Kingdom that he had a silver gun that is still hidden in the Purple Luck Sect...

Meng Hao's body swayed and he was in front of the middle-aged man named Li in an instant. When he raised his right hand and made a fist with his fingers, a fire dragon appeared in an instant.

This fire dragon doesn't look big, only about ten feet in size, but its color is not ordinary fire, but this dark color, with two wings dancing outwards. Judging from its appearance, it is clearly the shape of a dragon.

The power of cultivation is condensed within and never disperses. Unless the cultivation level is obviously much higher than that of Meng Hao, and there is a big realm between them, otherwise, there is no way to feel the slightest fluctuation of cultivation level inside the fire dragon.

It seems that the ordinary one is really like the spell cast by a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, or even worse.

Seeing this scene, the people of the Yi Jian Sect outside the fighting arena all had expressions of ridicule on their faces, obviously viewing this spectacle as a fun way to pass the time.

Chen Fan sighed secretly and said nothing, but a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He was not thinking about his sword pills, but worried about the killer of the monk surnamed Li in this fighting field.

Zhou Shanyue also naturally saw this scene in the fighting arena, with a smile on his lips, and his heart was filled with unspeakable joy. Ever since his father brought Chen Fan into the Yijian Sect, he had disliked Chen Fan, and even more so

He was dissatisfied that his father was obviously too nice to outsiders.

He even gave the sword pill as a gift. In Zhou Shanyue's opinion, it should belong to him. Why should he give it to an outsider? Why should he not be among the Seven Sons of One Sword in this generation?

He didn't understand, but he didn't dare to blame his father. Therefore, his hatred towards Chen Fan became deeper and deeper.

"Now we finally have a chance. Chen Fan, Chen Fan, this time, this sword pill must belong to Zhou. Even a mere disciple of yours dares to compete with me!" Zhou Shanyue thought of this and smiled more on his face.

He even laughed out loud.

In the fighting arena, the middle-aged man surnamed Li also smiled. He looked at the fire dragon unfolded by Meng Hao in front of him. Even though the fire dragon was roaring towards him, he still looked arrogant and his smile was sarcastic.

"Sure enough, he's just a wild cultivator from a remote small sect. He can't stand out on the stage. Even the spells are so simple. How dare you launch a fire dragon spell in front of me?

Even if Li has suppressed his cultivation to the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, it will be easy to kill you." When the middle-aged man surnamed Li spoke proudly, he flicked his sleeves. Immediately, his cultivation in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment exploded, and when he raised his right hand, he actually

On both sides of his palms, a phantom of the sun and moon suddenly appeared.

The shadow of the sun and moon seemed to turn into a sword between two sharp swords. As the middle-aged man surnamed Li waved, he let out a shocking roar and flew straight towards the fire dragon in an instant.

All this was seen by the monks outside, and they cheered one after another, and their voices echoed.

It was too late to speak, and I saw that the shadow of the sun and moon sword was approaching the fire dragon in an instant, and they were about to touch each other. But at this moment, suddenly, the shadow of the moon sword suddenly twisted violently for some unknown reason.

The roaring sound echoed instantly. The twisted moon sword touched the fire dragon. Visible to the naked eye, the shadow of the sword seemed to hit an unshakable mountain. Under the roar, it collapsed and shattered instantly. The fragments of the sword light could not be scattered before they could be scattered.

, it will directly become fly ash and dissipate, if it cannot withstand the high temperature of the fire dragon.

At the same time, the light of the sun sword also collapsed and shattered in the roar. The fire dragon, which seemed to be only more than ten feet tall, passed by without any damage in an instant, and its speed increased sharply, heading straight for the middle-aged man named Li.

In the process of rushing out, his body suddenly expanded, ten feet, thirty feet, fifty feet... In the blink of an eye, it actually became a hundred feet, and it continues to grow.

An indescribable momentum erupted from the fire dragon in an instant. It was a sea of ​​​​fire, and it was the aura of Yinglong. If the two huge wings were to cover the sky, they would be enough to burn all the flames, covering the sky and the earth.

The fighting field was flooded in an instant.

This scene appeared so suddenly that not only the middle-aged man named Li did not expect it, but Zhou Shanyue did the same. All the disciples of the Yijian Sect around him were shocked and shocked by this scene.

The roaring sound was earth-shattering at this moment, and the entire fighting field trembled, and a large number of light curtains shone out from all around, blocking the fluctuations of cultivation within it.

Almost at the moment when the roar came out, Meng Hao suddenly took a step forward and rushed out like lightning. In front of him, the middle-aged man named Li looked pale and had an expression of disbelief. The nine jade slips were floating outside his body, exuding...

Use bursts of protective power to resist the power of the sea of ​​​​fire coming from all around.

These nine jade slips were obviously anything but ordinary, which allowed him to use them to resist. However, as Meng Hao arrived, Meng Hao's figure was like a sharp arrow that instantly touched the protective light.

The rumbling sound swirled again, and a shrill roar suddenly came out. In just a few breaths, everyone outside was stunned. They saw the moment the flames of the fighting field dissipated, and the body of the middle-aged man named Li seemed to be broken.

The stringed kite rolled back, blood spurting out continuously, looking embarrassed, and showing shock in its eyes.

Meng Hao, on the other hand, walked out of the sea of ​​fire step by step, his expression calm, a smile on his lips, and some shyness still remaining on his face.

This scene made Zhou Shanyue take a deep breath and freeze there. Chen Fan also blinked and looked at Meng Hao in disbelief.

Just when everyone around him was quiet for a moment, the middle-aged man surnamed Li paused for a moment, his face looked gloomy, and then he raised his right hand and pressed it directly between his eyebrows.

Silently, it was as if the body of the middle-aged man surnamed Li was shaken, and a surge of late-stage Foundation Establishment Great Perfection and False Alchemy Realm cultivation suddenly burst out from his body.

This level of cultivation was much stronger than before. There was murderous intent in his eyes. Looking at Meng Hao walking out of the sea of ​​fire, that arrogant expression emerged again.

"You are qualified to let Li use his true cultivation to kill!"

Meng Hao's expression remained the same as before, and he still smiled shyly and said nothing. But when the middle-aged man named Li saw Meng Hao's smile, he felt extremely disgusted for some reason. As he spoke, he took a step forward.

When he raised his right hand, a sword suddenly flew out from his storage bag.

The green sword appeared on the head of the middle-aged man surnamed Li. When it was circling, it was like turning into an invisible whale. In one swallow, it actually swallowed all of the monk surnamed Li's late-stage foundation-building great perfection cultivation into the sword body, buzzing.

With a sound, the sword suddenly appeared with overlapping shadows. There were seven shadows!

"Seven Intentions Destroyed, Senior Brother Li actually launched this killing move!!"

"This is a very powerful technique among the foundation-building techniques, and it is also a Shen Tong technique that can compete with the Seventh Son..." Discussions from Yijian Sect disciples immediately came from all around.

"One sword destroys seven minds!!" Chen Fan's expression changed, and when he was about to step forward, Zhou Shanyue laughed and blocked his steps.

"Junior Brother Chen, outsiders are prohibited from interfering in the fighting arena. Do you have to violate the rules?"

At the moment when the disciples of the Yi Jian Sect were discussing in the outside world, in the fighting arena, the monk surnamed Li had no wind in his hair. When his hands were making seals, circles of cyclones appeared around him. It was like a whirlwind condensed outside his body.

, in the whirlwind, the green sword suddenly buzzed, and as the monk surnamed Li smiled ferociously, he raised his right hand and pointed forward suddenly.

Immediately, the cyan sword broke through the void in front of him, and headed straight for Meng Hao at an indescribable speed.

This is the most powerful strike of the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen. It is also a very powerful move in the One Sword Sect. At this moment, it was launched by the monk surnamed Li, and it immediately became a killing move!

"This is the spell that Li will use when he plans to snatch the position of the Seventh Son in the future. Today... I will use you to sacrifice the sword first!" The voice of the monk surnamed Li echoed sinisterly, and the sound of the sword was earth-shattering. Seeing this cyan sword, it brought with it

The moment seven overlapping shadows appeared and approached Meng Hao...

Meng Hao's eyes narrowed slightly.

"In terms of magic, I still have some shortcomings..." Meng Hao whispered in his heart, raised his right hand and slapped it in the air. After this slap, the surroundings immediately shook, and the approaching green sword also shook in mid-air.

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Immediately afterwards, Meng Hao took a step forward, and slapped the second, third, and fourth strokes with his right hand. Each time, he took a step forward. When the fifth stroke was struck, Meng Hao was already approaching.

Catching the green sword that was coming at a rapid pace, with five beats and one stroke, the surroundings roared, and a huge phantom of a palm suddenly formed in front of Meng Hao, piercing through his body and heading straight for the green sword.

At the same time, Meng Hao's spiritual consciousness rose up at this moment. You must know that when Meng Hao was in the early stage of foundation building, his spiritual consciousness could frighten the late stage of foundation building. Now in the middle stage of foundation building, even if there is only one more

The Taoist platform has still become a lot stronger. At this moment, it merges into the shadow of the huge palm. The moment it touches the green sword, the roaring sound reverberates fiercely.

The green sword trembled, and the overlapping shadows on it suddenly shattered with a snap. It's a long story, but in fact, in just an instant, all the overlapping shadows on the green sword collapsed, and even this sword collapsed.

Under the earthquake, a crack appeared directly on the top.

The huge palm directly penetrated the sword and rushed towards the monk surnamed Li in an instant, so that the man had no time to dodge and directly touched the body.

Blood spurted out, and while the monk surnamed Li turned pale and fell back, Meng Hao took the fifth step and appeared next to the green sword, raised his right hand and pressed it fiercely.

With a click, this sword... broke in half!

"If you lose, the bet... will be mine." Meng Hao flicked his sleeve, and the broken green sword flew out and landed at the feet of the monk surnamed Li. As the sword shattered, Li

The middle-aged man's face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood again. His body suddenly became sluggish, as if his breath was much weaker. When he raised his head, he looked at Meng Hao, with disbelief and deep bitterness in his eyes.

He was defeated.

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