Chapter 941: War Saint

Luo Manping was shocked.

He grasped the Soul Flag's arms and swung it around, turning the Soul Flag into a halberd and leaning it in front of him.

His eyes turned blood red due to the magic.

He asked in a deep voice: "Did you accept it?"

"Didn't get it."

"That knife was too fast."

Tushanjun suppressed his restless mind.

If it hadn't been for this sword, he would have been able to pocket the great saint's soul.

The extraordinary power of the Soul Reverend Banner can bring great suppression to the soul, and it is not impossible to suppress the soul of the Great Sage.

It's a pity that the Zunhun Banner is more aimed at the soul. When Luo Tianpeng made that blow, the chance of taking away the old soul of the Qian clan was completely cut off.

Tu Shanjun lowered his voice and said with fear: "It's best not to use the soul flag to resist his magic sword."

"I know." Luo Manping looked at the knife marks on the soul flag.

Although only a shallow mark has been healed, I did feel the fragility of the soul flag just now.

The soul flag itself is a holy weapon rather than a divine weapon. Secondly, there is a difference between offensive divine weapons and functional divine weapons.

If you want to use the soul flag to fight, you must at least be at the consent level.

Otherwise, the head-to-head confrontation between a holy soldier and a divine soldier would be the difference between a wooden stick and an iron weapon. Even if this wooden stick can be restored quickly, it will only consume the accumulated evil energy, which does not mean that there is no cost.

Luo Tianpeng snorted: "Hide your head and show your tail!"

The overbearing pressure is like the brilliant God of War, coming from the Nine Heavens to suppress people into the Nine Netherworld and the Deep Hell. When his divine consciousness is locked, he slashes out three sword energies, immediately cutting the space into three layers.

Under the squeeze of the air blast, a tall figure walked out.

Luo Manping, who came barefoot, raised his hands in salute.

Called the King of Heaven.

"Luo Manping."

Luo Tianpeng frowned and pondered, and read out the name of the strange saint.

He said calmly: "It turns out to be the Dharma King with great teaching power."

Luo Tianpeng, who was about to say a few more words to persuade Luo Manping to surrender, suddenly changed his expression. He stared at Luo Manping with a pair of heavenly eyes and said sternly: "Who did you kill?"

"You are so brave!"

Luo Tianpeng is like a big roc covering the sky.

With a sharp roar, the heaven and earth shook.

The great world that was originally quiet was immediately detonated by this violent thunder sound.

Like a sea bursting its banks, darkness ushered in the world, seeming to destroy everything and turn it into dust.

The furious Luo Tianpeng was like an ancient emperor who sent an order of divine punishment. It was just a shout, but under the magical power, it seemed to have turned into the most primitive sound.

The majestic pressure displayed by the self-proclaimed top saint of the world made Luo Manping in the False Realm unable to help but feel frightened. However, he did not retreat. Not to mention the stable space of the blessed land, how much it would take to tear open the void barrier. With great strength, if he loses concentration, his head will be chopped off by that magic sword.

The grief and anger in Luo Tianpeng's eyes turned cold, and he locked eyes on Luo Manping. His voice was as cold as a knife: "I advised you not to interfere in the affairs of the great religion."

"I thought you guys would really keep to yourself."

"But you killed my hall master."

"He has made great contributions to the Great Religion and is a true hero. He did not die on the battlefield to open up territory for the Great Religion. Instead, he died in your hands and even became your magic weapon. One of the souls.”

"Luo Manping, you deserve to die!"

"Even if I cut you to pieces and extract your soul to suppress you, it will still not be able to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

Luo Manping looked unmoving and said quietly: "He didn't die in my hands, he died in your ambition. Since ancient times, he has been one religion and two kings. It is the rule set by the ancestors. What do you think about it?" The day you learn to take action, you should understand that no one can live forever.”

"We can die, but your men, Luo Tianpeng, can't?"

"What kind of bullshit is this!"

Luo Tianpeng took one step forward, and it seemed as if the whole world was being trampled under his feet.

He raised the magic sword in his hand awe-inspiringly.

"The ancestors are not worthy of the law."

"One religion and three divisions are divisions. I, Luo Tianpeng, will unify the sky to be the direction of the road! It is for the Asura clan to become a top clan. You, the rebellious ministers, dare to act like a chariot and hinder our clan from reaching the top. Even the old ghost has died in my hands. Under the knife, how dare you speak nonsense here!"

"Stop talking nonsense, murderers will pay with their lives!"

"Then come on."

Luo Manping looked up to the sky and roared, forming seals with his hands, and infinite golden mana poured into his body.

A bloody light and shadow suddenly grew in size. Its head was like Mount Song, and its mouth was like a lake of blood. As its fangs sprouted, blood covered its body. A blood-eyed Shura statue stood on the ground, its hands suddenly clasped together.

"Thousand-Destroying Shura Palm!"

The blood-eyed Shura stretched out his hands up and down, as if there were really thousands of arms blooming behind him like refining. At the moment when the blood-eyed Shura handed out the seal, thousands of blood-colored arms were like falling stars in the sky. The universe shines with the most brilliant divine light.

Luo Manping, who is practicing the method of strength and moving forward on the road, exerts all his strength as soon as he takes action.

This blow is far stronger than thousands of mountains and rivers.

It's not the arrival of magical powers, it's the purest power.

It is the most basic power of thousands of Taoist arts and magical powers, and has the ability to open up the world.

After cultivating to this point, the great world is formed in the body and the Dharma is condensed. The monk can no longer be called a monk. He is a saint and an acquired holiness. Even the second-step god-transforming monks cannot match such power. No matter what Whether the other party understands the mountain environment.

Because they are no longer facing mountains.

However, Luo Manping was not facing a junior god-forming soul. If he were a god-forming Nascent Soul, he would be able to destroy the opponent's cultivation simply by relying on the technique of witnessing.

The man facing him had anger in his eyes, but his sword was steady and even cold.

Speechless.

He raised his sword quietly.

Cut.

There was no divine light, nor dazzling light.

The flash of swords and shadows was not a description of him.

Under the pouring and rushing of the waterfall, he slashed at the end of the sea and the edge of the universe.

The world was silent, and everything was still under this sword.

And it was not because the world was still, but because all life died under this sword.

Even if it was the great way of power, and thousands of powerful attacks from the power saint, it seemed to turn into black and white in an instant. How gorgeous it was once, now it is so silent.

Walking on the two-color mysterious light, Luo Tianpeng appeared in front of Luo Manping.

There was less anger and sadness in his eyes, like a high king, looking down at the ants who could not understand him at all.

He is the top saint, Luo Tianpeng. His sword is a divine sword. From now on, the great sect he leads will also become a divine sect.

Just like the roc that has taken off its shackles, soaring in the wilderness of the universe.

Peng, can't see the dry bones under your feet, and will not care about the dust of the past. What he yearns for is a wider sky.

"You don't understand me, I don't blame you."

"People always like to be content with the status quo."

"Tend to be stable, go with the flow, and accept what comes. Even if there is force, they dare not resist. Instead, they will spit on those who seek change, those who dare to resist and fight, and fear all new things, afraid of exceeding their understanding, and cultivators... are no exception."

"Everyone has different reasons and purposes for embarking on the road of cultivation."

"But people should pay the price for their stupidity, Luo Manping."

Luo Tianpeng raised the long sword in his hand and said coldly: "Die!"

Puff!

Luo Manping suddenly widened his eyes.

His body actually moved backwards for more than three feet. In fact, three feet was not enough to avoid the blade of the divine sword. However, for a cultivator, a slight difference can lead to a huge loss. Three feet is already a huge number.

The so-called three feet is not a distance, but a fold in space.

Moreover, a figure in black and red Taoist robes stood in front of him.

He took the blow for him.

This blow directly hit the black-robed saint standing in the front.

The blade of the divine sword was too sharp, and in an instant, a hideous wound was cut on the chest of the black-robed saint that penetrated left and right.

While the skin was torn, the shoulder blade and ribs could be clearly seen to be broken, and even the internal organs were evenly separated in half and stopped beating completely.

The sudden change surprised Luo Tianpeng.

What was even more weird was that the strange saint who was supposed to be dead attacked brazenly.

He turned his palm into a fist and threw a punch, and the world suddenly became colorful.

With this gap, Luo Manping also reacted and descended to the big world, completely solidifying the space, making the Dharma image that originally had no lotus platform as a foundation to support it have a strong power.

With a palm strike, the sky-lifting hand swept across thousands of miles, and the mountains and rivers of the blessed land collapsed under this palm, and also made the approaching Luo Tianpeng retreat.

Luo Manping hurriedly turned around and asked nervously: "How are you?"

He really didn't expect that the weapon spirit would appear to help him block this knife.

He had a premonition just now.

If he took this knife hard, perhaps his body would be cut in half.

At that time, he was already in a bad mood.

Standing in place with his eyes blank and his fists extended, Tu Shanjun turned into a sculpture and did not move.

Although his body was almost cut in half, his body was quickly repaired by the black and red evil spirit, and even the bones and blood were reconnected together, and his lifeless eyes suddenly burst into a dazzling divine light.

"What a strong knife!"

Tu Shanjun looked down at the wound on his chest in horror.

With the power of the immortal body, he could have resisted the holy weapon, but he was almost chopped to pieces by the divine sword. You can imagine how powerful the divine weapon is and how terrifying the person who holds it is.

This also shows that his judgment is correct.

Once Luo Manping died in Luo Tianpeng's hands, it would be difficult to predict whether his life or death would be in the hands of the other party.

He is different from Luo Tianfeng in the state of residual soul.

Seeing Tu Shanjun recovering and recovering quickly from his injuries, Luo Manping breathed a sigh of relief.

He was indeed afraid that the spirit of the weapon would die just now, not only because he would inherit the divine weapon, the soul flag, but also because he was grateful to Tu Shanjun for his help. After all, he did not want his ally to die under the enemy's sword.

Tu Shanjun said calmly: "If you and I join forces, there is still a glimmer of hope."

"His sword is indeed very fast, "but I am not slow either. "

As he spoke, Tushanjun raised his hand to retrieve the soul flag, and turned it into a long dragon flying into the sky.

He said in a deep voice: "I told you long ago that I would cast the Ten Saints Formation with my soul, but that guy insisted on balancing my strength and insisted that my strength growth could not exceed his, otherwise I would not fall into this situation. "

"What should we do now?"

"Fight hard."

Tushanjun did not activate the formation. With the current number of souls, even if he activated the formation, he would be nothing but ashes under Luo Tianpeng's Dharma Sword.

"That's right."

Luo Manping nodded slightly and immediately formed a seal: "Reverse Blood Shura Body Reincarnation Technique!"

"Taoism and Demon One Body!"

Later.