Heaven-law Supreme System

Lei Potian felt that Chu Xuan was too arrogant. He dared not answer his own words. He was so angry that he was depressed for a moment before he said gloomily, "Whether it is the magical exercises of the Buddha or Taoism, it is in the same realm. No one can stop my flying fairy with a sword, even a tank, I can split it in half with a sword."

Lei Potian's voice was a bit hoarse, echoing in the dark night sky, carrying a cold chill, as if cold iron plates were scraping between each other, very ear-piercing.

"Do you know who died last?" Chu Xuan asked impatiently.

"Who?" Lei Potian was taken aback, frowning and asked.

"A person of nonsense." Chu Xuan yelled, his palms danced quickly, and the seal of the dragon descending palm was quickly condensed.

Yin!

Behind Chu Xuan rose a golden light dragon that looked like a gold casting, with clear facial features. The dragon's horns had five claws, and it was a five-clawed golden dragon.

The golden dragon is a hundred feet long, much longer than Lei Potian's giant sword, and its aura is much stronger.

The five-clawed golden dragon shook its head and waved its tail in the void, glared at the giant sword in front, and roared.

Zheng!

Unwilling to be outdone, the giant sword immediately spun generously and turned back at the five-clawed golden dragon.

The warriors who watched the battle from afar were all amazed, and they whispered.

"What kind of kung fu is this, how can you look at the eighteen palms of the long-lost dragon?"

The evil tiger actually asked the deadly scholar not far away.

The life-threatening scholar frowned, but it was the fairy in the flower next to him, frowning slightly, opening his vermilion lips, with a natural charm in his voice, and said: "The eighteen palms of Jianglong recorded in ancient books are not so powerful."

Hearing the words of Fairy Huajian, everyone was curious, and under the itch, they wanted to know what kind of exercises Chu Xuan played, but they didn't have the courage to ask. The fluctuations in the cultivation level that Chu Xuan showed were definitely The same grade as Lei Po is not something they can offend.

"Boy, you are Buddhism again? If you don't practice properly, how can you learn Buddhism." Lei Potian was curious and asked again.

He really couldn't understand why Chu Xuan had so many Buddhism lost his practice, he even doubted whether Chu Xuan was a descendant of Buddhism.

"What kind of exercise do I have to do? It doesn't matter whether you cultivate Buddha or Taoism! It's a good way to kill you." Chu Xuan sneered, and Lei Potian trembled with anger.

"You have a sharp tooth and a sharp mouth. I want to see if your mouth is harder or the long sword in my hand is harder." Lei Potian suppressed his anger and sensed it, and found that the giant sword has been completely formed, and his profound iron sword is already Melt into one.

"Go! Kill me!"

As Lei Potian's voice fell, a white match rose in the air, and after the match was overwhelming sword energy.

In Lei Potian and Binghan's eyes, a trace of disdain flashed, he did not believe that Chu Xuan could survive under the sky full of sword aura, it was absolutely impossible to escape.

At this time, he felt that the power of life and death from the opponent was completely in his hands.

You must know Yijian Flying Immortal, but the ancient sword art he obtained from the secret realm, his self-understanding combined with thousands of martial arts, and the peerless magical skill he realized in the kendo.

A sword flying immortal, wounding people invisible, mainly relying on the indestructible sword energy, even if the steel is not as fragile as tofu under the sword energy.

"Tsk tusk! I really don't want to kill him like this, but also want to obtain the supernatural power from him!" Lei Potian sighed regretfully, but he knew that he had to kill the enemy in one shot, otherwise Chu Xuan would probably kill him.