Rebirth of the strongest Immortal Venerable - Chapter 642
Chapter 642
The killing intent flashed in Mosheka’s eyes: “Today, I will avenge my teacher and kill you shameless old thief!”
Dao Sect Qingyan Patriarch laughed: “Haha. Just like your teacher, you have a big tone, but the result is not just a move by the old man.”
He sighed: “Oh. The Western martial arts world has a characteristic, very confident, and loud slogans, but the strength is not good!”
“–” Mosheka’s face sank, as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Ten years ago, at the World Martial Arts Conference, for some reason, there was a chaotic battle. The elder masters of both sides took action. The Daomen Qingyan Patriarch attacked a paladin in the Western Knights’ Temple. Deter the audience.
This paladin was Moseska’s teacher. Frank, the lightest combatant among the four paladins of the previous generation, was shot on a black brick before he could make a move and passed out.
In the Western Temple of Knights, glory is more important than life.
He became the shame of the Temple of Knights, the joke of the Western martial arts world, and suffered an unprecedented blow to his mind.
Mosheka’s eyes were cold, and his murderous intention was cold: “Today, if you don’t beat your shameless old dog all over the floor looking for teeth, and kneel down to beg for mercy, I will suffocate myself in the east.”
He shot, the whole body exploded with strong vigor, no wind, automatic, robe hunting, blond hair flying, like a golden war god, holding a knight sword, his figure flashed, and killed the Daomen Qingyan Patriarch.
“Sure enough-it’s an angel-level power!”
Daomen Qingyan Patriarch’s heart was shocked.
Frank’s disciple and grandson actually stepped into that field?
His heart sank, but he was not afraid, his body shook, and he exploded with a strong aura. He stepped out to start a battle with Moseska.
Mosheka was holding the knight’s holy sword, and while waving, the golden light was surging, and the offensive was fierce, like a gust of wind and rain, continuous and terrifying.
Daomen Qingyan Patriarch passively defended and had no chance to counterattack, but his defense was impenetrable, and he couldn’t see the victory or defeat for a while.
All around, everyone watched the battle with wide-eyed eyes, and they didn’t dare to blink. No one wanted to miss this battle at the pinnacle of martial arts.
“Oh my God, Dao Sect Qingyan Patriarch was actually crushed and beaten by a Golden Retriever dog, and he didn’t have the power to fight back?” Someone looked ugly.
“Patriarch Qingyan is one of the best veteran masters in Taoism. His realm is unfathomable and his combat power is terrifying. How can he be crushed and beaten?”
“Is the Western martial arts world already so terrifyingly strong?” Someone gasped in disbelief.
“Xiu wants to grow up other people’s ambitions and destroy one’s prestige. Western martial arts, but barbaric kungfu, how can it be compared with ours in the East?”
“What do you know?” Zang Qiong said, “What Qingyan Patriarch cultivated is the aura of heaven and earth, in the middle of peace, good defensive but not good offensive, only defensive counterattack.”
“As long as Mosheka reveals a trace of flaws, Patriarch Qingyan will take the opportunity to take the opportunity to enlarge the flaws infinitely, so as to defeat the enemy and win.”
“So that’s it!” Everyone nodded in agreement.
The moment the words fell, Dao Sect Qingyan Patriarch found a trace of flaws and shot back.
As soon as he shot, the Taoist internal power was fully demonstrated, with a mighty momentum, straight into the sky, shaking Mosheka flying with a palm, and then a tiger, taking advantage of the situation to chase.
“Grandmaster Qingyan finally made a move.”
“Haha, Patriarch Qingyan made a move, and the western dog that was sure to be able to fight escaped.”
The confidence of the people in the East was boosted.
On the side, Lin Feng shook his head, Dao Sect Qingyan Patriarch’s mastery is profound and profound, but after all, he still failed to take that step. The realm is at the Great Perfection of the Grand Master, and he can enter the Divine Realm with one heel.
But it is this layer of window paper, I don’t know how many heroes and heroes of heaven have been blocked.
Puncture is the king.
Without piercing, even if it is the Grand Master’s Great Perfection, it is a world difference compared to the true God Realm Venerable.
Lin Feng shook his head and sighed, “No accident, Dao Sect Qingyan Patriarch will definitely lose within thirty rounds.
“Huh, what are you talking about?”
Hearing this, Cang Qiong frowned, and suddenly became unhappy.
She looked at Lin Feng with a sneer and said: “I have profound skills and unparalleled moves, and the strength and realm of Patriarch Qingyan are even more unfathomable. Can you see through it? Huh, don’t pretend to understand it here. According to me, The golden retriever dog that Qingyan Patriarch could beat without ten tricks can’t take care of itself.”
Lin Feng shook his head and smiled, with a hint of teasing at the corners of his mouth: “How about girl Zang Qiong who is so confident, how about a bet?”
“Just gamble, this girl is afraid that you won’t make it?” Zang Qiong said, “What are you betting on?”
Lin Feng thought for a moment, and said, “If-you lose, lend me three thousand Taoist books and read them, how about?”
“What?” Cang Qiong was taken aback, a little surprised, three thousand Dao Zang, but Dao Sect’s Supreme Secret Book, among Dao Sect disciples, only the top-notch people with outstanding ability are eligible to read it.
She sneered: “Haha, Patriarch Lin is very ambitious. If you want to see the three thousand Taoisms of my Taoist school, why don’t you go to heaven?”
Lin Feng was not angry at all, shook his head and smiled: “Don’t dare to bet?”
“Gamble, gamble.” Zang Qiong couldn’t stand the fierce generals, and said: “What if you lose?”
Lin Feng said: “I won’t lose!”
Cang Qiong, “——”
The moment the voice fell, there was a muffled noise in the sky.
Mosheka displayed a sword technique that descended from the sky, her figure flickered into three, and it was indistinguishable from the real and the false, in the shape of a character, besieging the ancestor of Daomen Qingyan.
Pinzi lore sword!
The supreme martial arts of the Knights Palace is similar to the one gasification of the Daomen. There is reality in the virtual and the virtual in the reality. When facing the enemy, the virtual and the real can be instantly converted, attacking and killing the enemy, making people hard to defend.
However, this supreme martial skill is the legend of the Western Knights’ Temple. For hundreds of years, no one has practiced it, but Mosheca has displayed it.
Daomen Qingyan Patriarch was shocked, and his vigor was released to form a body-protecting gas, but it was instantly broken. The whole person was struck by lightning, flew out, vomited blood, suffered heavy injuries, and lost combat effectiveness.
“I see!”
Dao Sect Qingyan Patriarch seems to understand something. The legendary martial arts character in the Hall of Knights is the lore sword. The reason why no one has cultivated it for a hundred years is that in order to cultivate this advanced martial skill, the realm must reach the realm of gods.
Lost?
Zang Qiong was dumbfounded.
The Tibetan sword and Tibetan Yan were also taken aback.
“This, how is this possible?”
Everyone in the East was stunned, their faces full of shock and disbelief.
The dignified Taoist Qingyan Patriarch, the pinnacle figure in the legend, was actually lost to the Western Knights Hall?
For a while, there was no sound here, and the world became quiet.
No one can accept this result and is unwilling to accept it.
“Haha. Qingyan old dog, you-lost.”
Mosheka laughed loudly: “Haha. It can be seen from this that if you were not for your shameless sneak attack back then, how could it be my teacher’s opponent?”
His heart was extremely happy, and the ten years of frustration in the teacher’s heart were finally cleared at this moment.
“The East has fallen, and the West has risen. Be the leader of the world!”
Dracula laughed faintly, scanned the audience, and said, “Who else, who else can fight against Lord Moseka?”
“Haha, the so-called armed forces are nothing more than that.”
“In my opinion, the upcoming World Martial Arts Conference will not necessarily be held again. Because you have no one in the East and are not our opponents in the West at all.” Samuel Lambert laughed.
“–” The faces of the people in the East were ugly, and the people in the West clamored fiercely on their own land, but they couldn’t help it, and they were aggrieved to death.
However, at this time, a faint laughter sounded.
“Haha. A few jokers, dare to speak wild words here?”
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