Zhen Yuanzi was in his hand and there was no sign of any sign. In an instant, a light flashed in the earth, and a room-sized spiritual energy shield protected Zhen Yuanzi. A momentum was emitted, blowing the surrounding spiritual energy scattered.

Zhuang Xiong was curious and wanted to try the defense of the book. His right foot whirled slightly on the ground, and his spiritual energy surged. He suddenly saw a swaying mountain under Zhen Yuanzi's feet. A mountain peak rose up for no reason, and rose up against the book's defense cover. In an instant, it was dozens of meters high, but it was still rising from the ground. Zhen Yuanzi was stunned, but he did not react slowly. He snorted coldly and paused under his feet. The growth rate of the mountain peak dropped. With a few "crying" sounds, it finally stopped, and it only rose by more than a hundred meters.

Fuxi shouted over there, "Yan Xiong, you are so mean and said you don't use magic power. Why did you regret it again?"

Nuwa couldn't help but give him a blank look and said, "Brother Xiong just tentatively. Didn't you see that the place where fellow Taoist Zhen Yuanzi stood is flat? Before the two of them really started, brother, don't scream, Brother Xiong is a proper person."

Fuxi felt wronged, and the naive bear was so sensible that I was just screaming. I couldn't help but say to Zhuang Xiong angrily: "Hanxiong, do you use such a small way to test Zhen Yuanzi's Dao Brother, don't you look down on him?"

Zhuang Xiong smiled slightly, but didn't care. He waved his hand and held the Qiankun Sword in his hand, and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist's shell is hard, I'll try it with a sword." As he said that, he waved his sword and emitted a sword energy to slash the Dishu defense cover.

Zhen Yuanzi knew that this must be Zhuang Xiong's companion spiritual treasure, and he must be a formidable person. How dare he really let him cut it? He waved his hand and put away the sword energy, but it was Zhen Yuanzi's magical power in his sleeve. Zhen Yuanzi couldn't help but smile and said, "Fellow Taoist is here to test my defense with such a small skill. Do you really look down on me, Zhen Yuanzi? But he doesn't dare to suffer."

Zhuang Xiong didn't use any strength and didn't care. He saw that Zhen Yuanzi was indeed as famous as the legendary one, with unparalleled defense and a magical power of the universe, but he didn't know what kind of attack methods were. He smiled and said, "My cultivation is higher than that of fellow Taoists, but he is not good at taking the lead. Let me attack me. Let me see the great way of fellow Taoists." Zhen Yuanzi smiled and waved his hand to take out a sword. Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but realize that Zhen Yuanzi is the ancestor of the earth immortals. Most of the fellow Taoists in the earth immortals use swords, and it is not surprising that Zhen Yuanzi uses swords.

The sword was originally light and sharp, but Zhen Yuanzi used the sword differently. Zhuang Xiong only saw him stabbing out with a sword. Although it was sharp and sharp, the flowing light shone through the air, it swept with a stream of wind and sand. Suddenly, sand and stones flew between the sky and the earth, smoke and dust rolled, and the earth roared, with amazing momentum. Zhuang Xiong moved his feet and waved his sword to block it a few times, but he felt funny: "Although Zhen Yuanzi's sword skills are good, no wonder he used floating dust instead of using the sword, but he really couldn't afford to lose such a face."

The three purses over there are also people who know swordsmanship, especially I, Tongtian. One is a registered disciple who created a great reputation in Shushan Sect, and the other is the winner of Zhuxian Sword, which is famous all over the world. Although Yuan Shi did not pay so much attention to swordsmanship, it was not bad. The Jade Ding Zhen also played swordsmanship well. At this time, seeing Zhen Yuanzi's swordsmanship, he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed. Tongtian was the one who couldn't hold back his words and commented: "This fellow Zhen Yuanzi's swordsmanship is not bad, but why... but...

..But it is so unlike swordsmanship?" He didn't know how to describe it for a while, but what he said was not much different. Zhen Yuanzi is indeed good in swordsmanship, but he doesn't use it like swordsmanship, so he later taught others' swordsmanship, but he didn't use it. Fortunately, when he faced the enemy, he either used magic or had too much cultivation. Although some people guessed that he would have good swordsmanship, he would have known that his swordsmanship was so amazing.

Zhen Yuanzi knew that this would be the result when he used the sword technique. He was mentally prepared, but his face turned red and pretended to be deaf, but his sword technique became even more sharp. Zhuang Xiong and fellow Taoist Zhen Yuanzi had another feeling when they were against the enemy. Zhen Yuanzi's momentum was not due to sword technique or magical powers. It was actually given by the earth book. The magical powers he carried were as if he was carrying a home court with him, which was very extraordinary. At this moment, Zhen Yuanzi had not yet realized it clearly. If he could control it with his heart and had a home court everywhere, he could go. Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but be shocked. Seeing that Zhen Yuanzi had increased his strength a little more, he couldn't help but become serious. In an instant, a sword light cut through the sky, the wind and sand, and even the world, time suddenly stopped. For a moment, the world was dark, as if it was just that sword light, attracting everyone's minds.

Zhen Yuanzi was shocked and roared quickly, instantly urging his magic power to the limit, pouring it into the earth book, and in an instant. The energy of heaven and earth rolled, and the flying sand and stones flying in the air, and the scattered spiritual energy gathered around Zhen Yuanzi instantly. A Yuanli cover that looked like a copper wall and an iron wall immediately took shape.

Zhuang Xiong smiled slightly, and didn't care. He continued to press down the sword light. The flowing light broke through the air. He heard a "sneer" sound. The sword light disappeared. Zhen Yuanzi retreated more than ten feet. When the dust dissipated, he saw Zhen Yuanzi sweating and panting. There was no wound on his body, but he was shocked.

Seeing that Zhuang Xiong was still standing still, he couldn't help but look slightly red, and said, "You stupid bear, you really scared me. My earth book defense was broken by 80% of the sword, and even the soul was slightly damaged. If you use another sword, wouldn't I beg you? But I don't know what this sword is called?"

Zhuang Xiong smiled and said, "How can you be famous? You are just a timid fellow Taoist. Now is not the time to discuss Taoism. If you want to discuss Taoism, you will talk about it after you finish the fight."

Zhen Yuanzi said bitterly: "How do you fight again now? If you continue with your sword, I will lose half of my life. I won't beat you anymore, I won't beat you anymore."

Tongtian was also frightened by the sword light for a moment, and he didn't even yell to go to the battlefield to replace him.

Zhuang Xiong pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "Forget it, I don't use a sword, I'll change a weapon." As he said that, he took back the Qiankun Sword, but took out the Qiankun Stick. Fuxi couldn't help rolling his eyes and despised Zhuang Xiong infinitely. He had never seen Zhuang Xiong use a sword, but this stick is commonly used, probably a little easier than using a sword? Changing the stick is just to make an excuse for retaining some strength for a while.

Zhen Yuanzi was a kind man. When he heard this, his face turned red, but he couldn't say anything. He immediately put away the sword, changed to a handful of dust, and only swiped the air, Zhuang Xiong felt a stream of wind and sand coming to his face, and the world was dark. He was about to find the direction, but he felt a sword energy soaring into the sky, thrusting his head, and he quickly jumped up and turned around and swung his baton to block it.

The people outside the field only saw a piece of flying sand and stones flying between the sky and the earth covering the entire Qilin Cliff. For a moment, the sky was dark and the entire Qilin Cliff was blurred. Only the sound of weapons constantly attacking them came, and there was no sign of death. Everyone had great magical powers, so they would not be stumped by this little thing. The magic power was moving in front of them, and they could see the situation in the field clearly. However, they saw Zhen Yuanzi floating Chen as a sword, with a rainbow of momentum. He stabbed it like a dragon out of water with a sword, and wanted Zhuang Xiong to attack with the thunder. Zhuang Xiong was not used to the changes in the field at the moment, but he just stood on the left and right and did not fight back. For a moment, the two of them occupied a fair share of the game.

Zhen Yuanzi was the incarnation of Wu Earth, and was the ancestor of the earth immortals. However, he was the best at using earth magic. Zhuang Xiong was the spirit of the innate earth and was also good at using earth. The two of them really met opponents and were about to meet good talents. After a while, Zhuang Xiong adapted to the changes in the field.

In fact, Zhuang Xiong had too little combat experience, especially no magic experience against the enemy. The only two fights were overwhelming victory against the lamp, but they were furious against Hongyun and did not give Hongyun a chance to fight back. At this time, it was really the first battle, and I was indeed a little uncomfortable. As soon as I adapted, Zhuang Xiong began to show his might. He heard Zhuang Xiong roaring up to the sky, "Ao Woo..." Qiankun stick pressed towards Zhen Yuanzi with the power of ten thousand pounds. The wind roared and the momentum was magnificent.

Zhen Yuanzi was shocked and rushed to a roll of dust. He flashed away, but his face was still hurt by the scratch, so he couldn't help but be more careful.

Zhuang Xiong swung the rod and felt so happy. He was so excited that he wanted to use all the Qiankun martial arts skills. He didn't care about Zhen Yuanzi at the moment, but he actually danced the rod on his own. Zhuang Xiong's Qiankun stick dance was airtight, and the sound of the wind roared, rolled up a long dragon, which rose into the air with the thoughts, sometimes shaking the earth and sweeping through the sky. He felt a faint pain in his face several miles away. Everyone hurriedly supported the magic power to protect him, but only Tongtian, disdained to protect him, and let the wind and sand roll over your excited face from time to time, and his eyes were blinking and looking at Zhuang Xiong's dance stick.

Seeing this, Fuxi rolled his eyes and muttered, "People are crazy." Nuwa said to himself, "This idiot has gone off topic again. Could it be that he has forgotten what he is doing, right?"

Zhen Yuanzi couldn't help feeling lost but was also amused and laughed. Zhuang Xiong agreed to compete with him, but he was dancing on a whim. Could it be that I was a non-existent? Zhen Yuanzi didn't want to be ignored, but he really couldn't find a chance to intervene in for a while. Zhuang Xiong's aura was amazing. Although he didn't know how powerful it was, Zhen Yuanzi didn't want to try it himself. Even if his true spirit was not damaged, his body could recover at any time and he didn't want to try it.

Zhuang Xiong almost really forgot about the competition. The rise of dance was almost half an hour before he finished a set of stick techniques. He also found Zhen Yuanzi who was like a spectator next to him. He took advantage of the situation and shouted: "Fellow Taoist, come and fight me for 300 rounds." Without waiting for an answer, the stick rolled up a long dragon and rushed into the air.

Zhen Yuanzi didn't want to fight with his body anymore. He held the book on the ground with his left hand to support his defense. The dust on his right hand rolled up on the ground, and a mountain rose from the ground, with only a single head coming out of the ground. Zhuang Xiong ignored it and swung the stick. He heard a loud bang, and he actually knocked the mountain back. The mountain collapsed and the ground broke and the shattered rocks flew around.

Zhen Yuanzi couldn't help but twitched, and he quickly dripped up the dust and raised eight mountains, but he pulled back and waited to resist his attack, so he could do something else.

Zhuang Xiong seemed to have no intention of giving Zhen Yuanzi a chance at all. He swung a Qiankun stick around and waved it left and right, just like a madman, knocked eight mountains away, slapped them back to the ground, or smashed them on the spot. The earth was shaken for a moment, and the rocks penetrated the sky, and several mountains broke through the sky, and huge rocks spread across the field.

Tongtian couldn't help but shout, "So majestic, so domineering, so happy, I really want to go down and fight the previous battle immediately." Tongtian was dancing excitedly, and he didn't expect a few huge rocks to fly into the air, with awesome momentum. He hurriedly brushed to the side and supported his defense. Then he looked at it carefully, and was muttering something in his mouth.

Nuwa saw Zhuang Xiong showing his might, her eyes were full of bright colors, her face turned red, and she looked at Zhuang Xiong in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking. Fuxi couldn't help but snorted coldly when he saw this, and muttered: "A guy with a muscle-filled mind, I really don't know how you lied to my sister. What's the good thing about this? It's obvious that my brain is short-circuited. I really don't understand why my sister likes it?" Could it be that Fuxi didn't know that every girl has a heroic dream in her heart? Although Zhuang Xiong is usually unreliable and what she did at this time is not a heroic thing, he saw that the dust in the field was rolling, and Zhuang Xiong was as powerful as a dragon, but he really had a bit of heroic style. No wonder Nuwa liked it.

Zhuang Xiong was a guy who was impulsive and lost his mind. At this time, he didn't know what everyone was thinking. Those sticks were swung and the rocks broke through the mountain, and they were invincible. The feeling of being so awesome and down-to-earth was really enjoyable, and the offensive was even more fierce.

Zhen Yuanzi was crying secretly at this moment. Even Zhuang Xiong could not stop the eight mountains for a moment. Looking at Zhuang Xiong's crazy eyes, his aura became weaker. He didn't dare to block them at the moment, so he could only stop them while retreating. However, he felt a little resentment in his heart. He was ruthless, and Fuchen brushed a little, using the technique of moving mountains and using the magic of the mountain to move the mountain. He saw that the mountains fell out of thin air from the sky, and the mountains rose from the ground from the ground, and from time to time, there were also several mountains that suddenly appeared from the void. For a moment, the mountains were flying all over the field, and there were no figures. Sanqing and Fuxi Nuwa couldn't help but look stunned. After a while, Tong Tiancai murmured: "You can't bully honest people. It's really terrible to be honest people when they start to be cruel. But I don't know how many mountains will be destroyed today."

Yuan Shi couldn't help but look at him coldly and said, "Fellow Daoist Xiong's attack is so fierce, but Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi has not even had time to take the mountain. At this moment, he just used his natal magical power to arrest him. He could not get one percent of the mountain every time, and could not destroy several mountains." Then everyone realized it.

Zhen Yuanzi arrested so many rocks for a moment, but it really stopped Zhuang Xiong for a moment. When Zhuang Xiong saw so many rocks, he ignored Zhen Yuanzi and shouted excitedly and rushed towards the rocks. The Qiankun stick danced roundly, and would smash every mountain, and would knock it away when it met a stone. Everyone could not help but see black lines.
Chapter completed!