Chapter 485: The Last Battle

When the black and white colors that enveloped the vault completely faded away.

In the seventh lecture hall, Yuan Fei finally calmed down.

The Cangshengdao disciples here are all elites among the elites. It may not be possible to prevent the landslide in front of you without changing your color. But in times of crisis, he tried his best to maintain his composure.

That's why just now, even though they couldn't see things, and their spiritual consciousness couldn't be opened at all, no one panicked. They all sat quietly and waited.

But when the vision disappeared completely. But it is unavoidable that they are in groups of three or four, talking about each other.

"What the hell is going on here? First there was the heavy snow for no reason, and then this white light. Why are the strange things in the sky and sky connected one after another?"

"I think it is at least a spiritual method of the 'magic level' level above the fifth level, and even the 'immortal level' may—"

"To be able to devour spiritual consciousness, the rank must not be too low!"

"I always felt a little flustered just now, I don't know if you feel the same way?"

"The light was so strong it nearly blinded me.

Yuan Fei also only felt a stabbing pain in his eyes, and the Seventh Lecture Hall was shrouded in white light in an instant. Not only is it impossible to see, it is even more dazzling.

If he hadn't closed his eyes in time, he would have been hurt by the light. It is certain that within three days, I will no longer be able to see things.

Around, the high temperature of moxibustion fever is also uncomfortable.

There is also the feeling of heart palpitations in the chest, which makes people uneasy.

I was also stunned in my heart, who on earth made such a movement? And the next moment, listening to the void, a voice sounded.

"Don't be alarmed! There are elders in the divine realm of the sect who tried out the spirit array and lost control a little bit. Everyone can settle down to their positions and don't be alarmed—"

As the voice fell, many disciples in the lecture hall were stunned for a while.

"Sure enough, it turned out to be a spiritual array."

"In my firmament, there is actually a strong man in the divine realm—"

"This is also a matter of course, now I am outside the sky. There are so many people, there are no people who want to be detrimental to my life and have ulterior motives. Only with the strong gods sitting in the town can we be safe."

"Speaking of which, I don't know when that desperate desire will wait. It has been ten days. Why didn't the sect come forward to expel it?"

"How can I drive him away? He came to challenge him openly and aboveboard. From my point of view, even if Tan Qiu refuses to challenge, he should show up once."

The topic gradually moved away, and Yuan Fei's expression was slightly cold. If it were him, he would not rashly fight that Jue Yu.

Just as he was thinking like this, his expression suddenly changed slightly, and he felt a sense of oppression, which suddenly spread in all directions and enveloped him.

This hun pressure is not strong, nor can it be called vast, but even a peak seventh-order like him still feels a little difficult for it.

I felt my own thoughts completely froze. Being oppressed by it, I feel extremely stagnant, unable to freely urge,

The lecturer in charge of the lecture was a spiritual cultivator. At this time, he also frowned slightly and looked towards the east. That direction seems to be exactly where the disciples of the school live.

At this time, the rest of the lecturers, all those whose strength reached the seventh level, also felt it. They all traced back to the source of the hun pressure.

Then the voices of exclamation resounded again in the lecture hall.

"It's the No. 1 hospital!"

"It seems to be Tanqiu! In this situation, it should be advanced—"

"This is shaping the body, how is it possible? Could it be that he stepped into the eighth-order peak in one step?"

"Even at the eighth level, there is no such coercion. What's going on?"

Although they couldn't see it visually, at the end of everyone's spiritual thoughts, they could only feel an extremely brilliant existence, which was gathering and forming.

The neither cold nor hot breath slowly condensed into a human form purely in the spirit of hun. The facial features are clear, exactly what Zong Shou looks like.

It's not very strong, it's only at the eighth level, but it makes everyone feel that they can't get close and are faintly suppressed.

In my mind, I actually felt a little fear. Even the manipulation of the spirits of heaven and earth seemed to be isolated.

It seemed that Yuanhun, who was about to gather into a real form, should have been high above them, looking down on them.

Yuan Fei just felt stunned for a while, the seventh lecture hall is at least 20,000 feet away from the first courtyard of Jiazi!

With such a long distance, but still able to suppress a seventh-order peak like him to this extent, there is only one possibility——

That is the original core of this Zongshou, which is far superior to Yuan Fei in essence!

"I didn't make a song for a year, but it turned out to be a blockbuster?"

"Even if he hasn't really stepped into the eighth level of body shaping, for him, the eighth level and the ninth level, I'm afraid there are no obstacles. He only needs to condense enough heavenly symbols, and it will happen naturally."

"I don't know how Tanqiu did it—"

"This time the position of Chief is probably well deserved!"

"I really don't know why this kid's basic source of Dao is. He is so domineering!"

The lecturer in the spiritual world also frowned, as if he was also puzzled by the change in the distant transmission.

As time passed, the figure in the mid-air of the courtyard became more and more clear. The facial features are distinct, and there is even a 'cloak' on the body that is lifelike.

When Yuan Fei's face turned pale, there was a strong and clear voice next to his ears, which suddenly resounded in the sky: "Tan Qiu! I never come here with great sincerity, I just ask for sword skills and hone my skills. You dare not fight. You are really a swordsman in vain!"

Unexpectedly, it was Jueyu, and I don't know what kind of technique was used, it actually penetrated the outer spirit circle, and the sound penetrated directly into the space of the sky.

The reverberation was shocking and lasted for a long time. And the next moment, hearing Tan Qiu's hun body, a chuckle suddenly came out.

"Since that's the case, then you and I will fight each other!"

It seems that I am still not used to it, and I pronounce it in hun body. There were some mixed noises, but by the last half of the sentence, it had returned to clarity.

As for the entire Cangsheng Dao Palace, there was a sudden panic. And in the seventh lecture hall, all the disciples who attended the class were either surprised, expected, or worried.

Yuan Fei was frowning and puzzled, and he didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

The joy is that after so many days of anticipation, Tan Qiu finally played. What is worrying is that in less than ten days, this Tanqiu actually broke through.

Not only can it transform into a real form, but its strength is strong, and it is not below the eighth-order spiritual master!

Could it be that this time, can they really win the battle?

How can it be?

With a self-comforting smile, Yuan Fei's complexion became even paler.

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At this moment, Zong Shou has no distracting thoughts. He waved his hand in mid-air, kicked his tui, and felt that nothing was wrong.

It is said that the ninth level of spiritual master, after transforming into a real form. Except that there is no real flesh and blood, it is equivalent to a real person. There is not much difference.

Experienced it personally today, it really is.

It's just strength, which is more than a step behind martial arts of the same level.

But at this time, his body also has a full strength of 40 million catties. Compared with Wuxiu who possesses two celestial veins and is in the middle of the seventh rank, he is no less inferior.

Enough for this battle!

As soon as the divine mind moved, the yin fire sword below it suddenly came out of its sheath with a 'choking' sound, and flew into the air.

He glanced at Zong Yuan Ruoshui below again, at this time, Han Xi also flew out of his sleeves, looking up with a complicated expression.

It's strange to say that the Holy Fire Ant Queen's face can show such a rich expression.

——Surprise, unwillingness, awe, several kinds of expressions, mixed together, all clearly appeared in the eyes.

In addition, there is more respect and caution. This was before, never before.

"Be careful to protect me! Guard my body—"

Smiling slightly, Zong Shou gave a casual order. Then he rose directly with the sword. Bringing up a radiant sword light, like a shooting star, it fell straight to the outside of the sky.

At this moment, whether it was those low-level disciples or Han Fang Weitian who was still living high in the sky, they couldn't help but pay attention.

Rushing out of the sky, to the gap of time and space. It was still dark here. Zong Shou fell with the sword light, and landed directly in front of Jueyu.

At this moment, a majestic and vast sword intent suddenly crushed all directions.

It's like the coming of Yuanshan, pressing across the four directions. Incomparably tyrannical, and extremely domineering!

In an instant, within a radius of 200,000 zhang, all the sixth-order spiritual masters were pale, and they fell from the shaky spiritual weapons one after another.

Most of the seventh-rank monks were also cautious, lowered their bodies, put away their spiritual weapons, and did not dare to hang in the air. There was a slight cold sweat on the face, and the spiritual thoughts could not be opened.

Obviously it's only around the eighth rank of hun power, but it's completely suppressed. Nearly 300 peaks of the seventh rank are almost bowing their heads!

Not only because of this sword intent, but also because of that hun, almost the original oppression.

Only those martial arts spiritual masters of the eighth and ninth ranks directly chose to fight against them. Some angry ones counterattacked directly with hun thoughts.

But the figures in the sky are not affected by it at all. That sword intent is still as brilliant as a dragon!

And when it was settled, Zong Shou's sword pointed directly at Juyu.

"The common people are talking about autumn, brother Jue, please bring out your sword!"

That figure stood still, and Zong Shou seemed to be completely integrated into this space. It seems to be the other way around, 'controlling' this space-time gap. With the sword in his hand, they become one, oppression comes!

When the words fell, all the monks waiting here were shocked.

"He's Tanqiu? Why does he seem to have already shaped his body?"

"It is rumored that this person has not yet broken through the sixth order?"

"Extreme sword intent, it really is the ultimate sword intent! It's on par with Zongshou, the demon king of Qiantian Mountain!"

During these few breaths, almost half of the people turned slightly pale.

Regardless of the outcome of this battle. Based on the direction, when Zong Shou arrives, the coercion that overwhelms thousands of monks here is enough to make this son's name go up to the next level.

Cangshengdao's prestige is not lost, and it is true that geniuses have emerged in large numbers!

"Are you talking about Qiu?"

Jueyu glanced at Zong Shou up and down, only to feel that the other party's facial features, although distinct, were graceful and elegant. But surprisingly, no matter how he memorized it in his brain, he couldn't remember it, nor could he combine it.

Simply give up, Jue Yu only focuses on the sword in Zong Shou's hand. Even he, at this moment, can only resist with all his strength against that tyrannical sword intent.

So strong! ! .