"He is a great talent."

This...is Zhao Yun's judgment on the Taoist Son of God.

Ranked eighth on the immortal list, he is not comparable to those of Little Golden Wheel King.

"Ten moves, until you hit them." The Taoist god son said leisurely.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that his momentum suddenly dropped. He had actually lowered his cultivation level and lowered himself to the same level as his opponent. His arrogance did not allow him to take advantage.

"That's all, that's great." Zhao Yun smiled.

In a few words, neither of them talked nonsense, and both of them were fighting at full strength.

At the same moment, there was a huge barrier covering the battle platform.

The disciples and elders were all in high spirits and couldn't take their eyes off them, for fear of missing the wonderful show. There were many of them, and they had arranged memory crystals to take pictures of all this battle.

boom!

The Taoist Son of God made the first move, and the battle platform rumbled with one step.

He pushed horizontally with his palm, and the endless changes turned into a word "Tao".

Zhao Yun came towards him with a powerful punch that was extremely powerful.

Bang!

The fists and palms collided, creating a thunderstorm.

The people in the audience could see clearly that the space was reflected with chaotic lightning, and there was also a layer of halo, spreading in all directions, causing the platform to collapse and the barrier to shake.

Look at the two people fighting.

The Taoist god's son, the word Tao, collapsed, and Zhao Yun's fist bones were stained with blood.

In the first move of the warm-up, the two of them fought equally.

The Taoist Son of God frowned. It is true that he did not use all his strength, but it seemed that the power in the opponent's body was not fully released. He still could not see through the eternal body and how much it contained.

Zheng!

I saw him pointing his sword at the sky, performing a sky full of stars, oh no, those were not stars, but ancient and illusory characters, dyed with the light of Tao, bright and dazzling.

The stars in the sky are not only gorgeous, but also powerful.

The Dao light blooming from the ancient characters is extremely powerful in destroying it.

Many disciples in the audience took a step back subconsciously, fearing that the Son of God would miss the target. In fact, with the barrier, the remaining power would not be leaked. The reason for fear was probably because they had seen the lethality of this method.

An inattentive person will be beaten to ashes.

If the Taoist Son of God makes a move, Zhao Yun will not be beaten while standing.

But I heard a thunderous explosion in the void, and billions of lightnings raged.

"The Heavenly Thunder Jue of Taichu." Many elders present were stroking their beards.

It is not a secret that Zhao Yun is familiar with the supernatural powers of the Thunder God lineage. What they don't understand is why the thunder that Zhao Yun draws contains the power of God. Thunder with the power of God is not ordinary domineering.

The fact...is just as they predicted.

The hundreds of millions of lightning bolts filled with ancient characters in the sky were obviously not enough to be seen. Pieces were chopped off and turned into handfuls of fireworks, blooming proudly in the misty sky. The woman who looked at them looked confused.

"The second move." Is anyone counting?

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a roar that echoed throughout the nine heavens.

Although the ancient characters all over the sky have collapsed, the billions of lightning bolts are still there.

Under the attention of everyone, the lightning gathered into a thunder unicorn, carrying thunder and majestic momentum, rushing down from the sky, and the void was filled with rumbles.

"So big!"

Too many disciples looked up and looked frightened.

At this moment, even the nine true traditions of Taoism are full of fear.

The Eternal Body's Thunder Qilin move is one that very few people at the same level would dare to resist.

"The Heavenly Thunder Technique of Taichu is truly worthy of its reputation."

The Taoist Son of God spoke vaguely, then waved his arms.

The sound of sword chanting suddenly started, and thousands of sword lights shot up into the sky.

He must have a deep understanding of the way of swordsmanship. Every ray of sword light is dyed with the brilliance of the way. The power of the sword is unparalleled, and the sword's intention is also devastating. He suddenly smashed the thunder unicorn and disintegrated, leaving only wisps of lightning, which were eliminated.

Void.

"Good swordsmanship."

Zhao Yun exclaimed and disappeared instantly.

Three moves have passed and the warm-up is over.

What surprised him was that the Taoist Son of God was able to keep up with the speed of Shunshen, and even his Shunshen sword was easily avoided. Not only was he avoided, the opponent actually disappeared.

"No, it's the law of space."

Zhao Yun said something in his heart and climbed to the sky in one step.
Chapter completed!