Fish swimming around the world

The Sword Immortal of the South Sea looked at the other side's lineup, his eyes fell on the Peacock Princess, and he smiled and said.

"I am Ye Banxian, a sword cultivator from the coastal area of ​​Nanling. I heard that the strong man from the Buddhist country came from afar, so I came here to seek advice."

Ye Banxian is the name of the strong man who challenged the earth fairyland as a casual cultivator. Judging from the name and the person, it is quite consistent.

Princess Peacock did not lose her courtesy and nodded slightly. However, she was proud of her status and did not introduce herself. The one who came out was the head of the three great monks, Wuzhu.

"Amitabha--" Wuzhu folded his hands and bowed: "I am Wuzhu, a poor monk, and I am willing to learn from you."

Although his Chinese accent was a little inaccurate, he was very fluent, and it was obvious that he had prepared seriously for the debate.

Ye Banxian nodded slightly as a greeting: "Master Wuzhu, I have just entered the earthly immortal realm. May I ask about your realm?"

Wuzhu said slowly: "The Great Accomplishment Vajra Realm, referring to your realm, it is roughly the same."

Ye Banxian smiled: "That's good, I will ask for your advice."

As he said that, he stretched out his right hand slightly and made a gesture of invitation.

Wuzhu looked at him: "Wuzhu practices the Buddhist Prajna Vajra Gong. This rosary is a magic weapon. Please take the sword."

Ye Banxian smiled and said: "Ye can make everything into a sword. The wooden sword on my back is just a decoration. Master, please."

Wuzhu heard it and did not insist. He nodded slightly, took a step forward, formed a ten thousand character seal with one hand, and pushed it straight towards the South Sea Sword Immortal.

He did not move quickly, but in an instant, a huge phantom seal seemed to push forward like a millstone.

Ye Banxian then raised two fingers and stabbed out in the same straight way. A seven-foot-long sword phantom appeared on his arm.

The two of them met in an instant, the seal shattered, and the sword shadow also dissipated at the same time.

This attack was obviously a test. Except for the slight rise and fall of the two people's clothes, there was no ripples, and not even a wisp of dust was raised.

"It's not that it has no power. The two people's control of the true essence has reached a very terrifying level." Wenren Fengliu whispered in Jiang Fan's ear.

Jiang Fan is no longer the Amon of the past. He still has good eyesight, but he doesn't know who is stronger in this test.

"Equally matched." Wenren Fengliu said: "They have also seen the strength of the other party. I'm afraid they will have to go all out in the next attack."

Sure enough, as a Vajra Buddha that looked like a substance rose from behind Wuzhu, the void was actually trembling, and the grand Buddhist sound came out of thin air, solemn and solemn. Countless Buddhist believers who were watching had never seen such a strange scene, and the devout even went down to pay homage.

"Vajra Dharma Image..." Wenren Fengliu was a little shocked and said, "True Essence Transformed, this is a strong man at the level of the old fisherman."

Jiang Fan's mind was slightly shocked. Wuzhu's strength was indeed beyond imagination. Fortunately, Wenren Fengliu didn't make a move, otherwise he might lose. Because according to Wenren Fengliu, the strongest of the three immortals in the Jiehai Sea should be the Nanhai Sword Immortal. He and the Beiming Old Immortal had competed several times and were on par.

At this moment, Ye Banxian still looked very relaxed, but a ten-foot giant sword slowly condensed behind his back. Its realistic degree was no less than Wuzhu, and it even looked not much worse than the sword shadow condensed by Lu Ya at the beginning.

The two did not attack immediately. Jiang Fan also saw that with their cultivation level, they were no longer willing to fight for a hundred moves, and wanted to decide the outcome with one move.

The next attack would definitely be earth-shattering.

Princess Kongque was shocked. This sword cultivator was unexpectedly powerful, and his aura was not inferior to Wuzhu. You know, among the Buddhist monks, Wuzhu was definitely ranked in the top five in terms of martial arts, and even in the entire Buddhist country, he was a top existence.

The Chinese sword cultivator who came here casually was actually on par with him, which made her heart surge. How many strong people are there in this distant country?

In the shocked eyes of everyone, Ye Banxian drew his sword, and the ten-foot giant sword pierced the Vajra Buddha's Dharma Image.

The Buddha put his palms together and clamped the huge sword tip.

This was not a competition of moves, but a pure collision of true essence. Jiang Fan could understand that the Buddhist people needed a victory that seemed easy and clean, and fierce fighting could not meet their current needs.

And Ye Banxian did not take shortcuts, and directly catered to the other party's ideas.

The giant sword rubbed against the Buddha's palm in the violent tremor, and it actually made a metallic sound, which was simply amazing.

The two of them were deadlocked for more than ten breaths, and still no one was determined.

At this moment, Jiang Fan found that the South Sea Sword Immortal seemed to have a strange smirk on his face.

Yes, it was not wrong, an expression very similar to Gu Qiongsuan's.

Going to do something bad!

Before Jiang Fan could react, the next moment the giant sword shone with great light, and his eyes blurred, but he found that Ye Banxian was gone.

Just when he was puzzled, a low roar came from Wu Zhu's mouth. Under the light, many people could not see what happened, and the giant sword and the Buddha's image in the field had disappeared, and the two were still standing in their original positions, as if they had not moved at all.

Jiang Fan was shocked: "What happened? Who won?"

Wenren Fengliu was stunned: "Oh my god... How insidious, can Zhichi be used like this?"

Jiang Fan was stunned: "What did you say? Zhichi? The trick of the Sword Immortal of the South Sea?"

Wenren Fengliu nodded with his mouth wide open: "Too bad... He actually pretended to fight with others, but in an instant he used Zhichi to send himself out, to... behind Wuzhu..."

Jiang Fan was also confused, what the hell? Didn't Zhichi send the sword energy instantly? Why did this Sword Immortal of the South Sea do the opposite? Sacrifice the person using the sword?

"What's the result? What's the result?"

Wenren Fengliu sighed and shook his head: "Look at Wuzhu's Buddhist beads yourself."

Jiang Fan subconsciously looked over and saw that the Buddhist beads were still there, and there was nothing unusual, "Nothing..."

Wenren Fengliu said: "The rope is broken, Wuzhu is just using his true energy to maintain the shape."

After Wenren Fengliu's explanation, Jiang Fan realized that at that moment, Ye Banxian sent him out at a very fast speed, as if he had crossed the space in an instant, so that the person was teleported out, leaving an afterimage at the original place.

Wuzhu, who was concentrating on the internal strength competition, did not expect this move. In his hasty counterattack, he was a millimeter slower, and Ye Banxian cut off the silk thread of the Buddhist beads in his palm with his sword finger.

Jiang Fan whispered, "Is this considered... a win?"

Wen Ren Fengliu said, "He won. Wu Zhu is a Buddhist monk. Although he lost in strategy, he still lost. As a monk, he should not deny it, because if Ye Banxian attacked his vital point, he would have been hit."

Jiang Fan looked at the two people in silence in the field. While he was happy, he also felt sorry for Wu Zhu. He chose the wrong strategy from the beginning and misjudged the person. He never thought that the dignified Earthly Immortal Realm would be a scumbag. When masters fight, a slight mistake can lead to a great error. It was really unfair for him to lose.

Jiang Fan couldn't help but feel that he was blinded by the free and easy temperament of that guy when he appeared. Gu Qiongsuan was full of bad intentions. How could his master be a good bird? Well... both the master and the apprentice should be on guard in the future.

After a long time, the Sword Immortal of the South Sea smiled and said, "Master, do you want to continue?"

Wu Zhu sighed softly and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice: "... Amitabha... I am defeated."

As soon as this sentence came out, the Chinese people immediately fell into a carnival, while the Buddhist country fell into a dead silence.