Death Reincarnation Game Chapter 928: Tomb on your Dakong Temple!
bsp;A shadow of sword energy that seemed capable of splitting mountains and slaying mountains fell from the sky.
This majestic sword energy split the phantom of Amitabha Buddha that was suppressing the entire Mahavira Hall into two halves from the center of the head, completely splitting it apart!
"Boom!"
After the sword energy split open the temple-protecting formation of Dakong Temple, it continued its trend and struck the ground of Dakong Temple. There was only a loud bang, and a line of five meters wide and three to four hundred meters long appeared on the ground. meters of huge ravine.
This ravine actually seemed to split the entire Mahavira Palace in half.
On the ground, Su Peng was blocked by Dugu Sheng. Dugu Sheng’s heavy sword, when pressed by Amitabha Buddha’s palm just now, shattered the phantom of the magic circle. Although Su Peng and Dugu Sheng were blocked by the ground, Surrounded by splashes of ashes, but did not suffer any injuries.
When Su Peng saw someone in the air wielding a sword that seemed like a **** descending from the earth, he immediately recognized it and shouted loudly: "Elder brother!"
The man in white in the air nodded when he heard the words. His body flying in the air slowly fell down and came to Su Peng and Dugu Sheng.
The person who came was none other than Su Peng’s senior brother, Xu Daoqi!
At this time, Abbot Void was still suspended in the air. He had just been hit in the front by Xu Daoqi's sword energy, but he seemed to be unharmed and was still suspended there.
"Senior Brother Void!"
The monks of the Xu generation below saw the void suspended in the air and couldn't help shouting in unison.
Abbot Void moved his body in the air with difficulty, looked at Xu Daoqi below, and said: "What kind of sword is this?"
"Excalibur."
Xu Daoqi said two words calmly.
Abbot Void wanted to say something else, but at this moment, he couldn't say anything.
"Peng!"
A sound that sounded like an explosion sounded, and Abbot Void's body exploded into a ball of blood powder in the air, completely shattered by Xu Daoqi's sword energy!
"Senior Brother Void!"
"Brother Abbot!"
Seeing Abbot Void explode into blood powder. The monk of Dakong Temple below suddenly cried out in pain!
"Senior Brother, you are indeed here!"
Su Peng looked surprised and said to Xu Daoqi.
Dugu Sheng also looked at Xu Daoqi. He nodded to Xu Daoqi. As if he knew Xu Daoqi was coming, he said: "Brother, you are here."
"I'm late."
Xu Daoqi said, he patted Su Peng and Dugu Sheng on the shoulders, then turned back to look at the people in Dakong Temple, and said: "Monks in Dakong Temple, listen. I am here for my Zixia Disciple, please let me go as soon as possible. If you dare to disobey me, don’t blame me for destroying your Dakong Temple!”
After hearing Xu Daoqi's words, the monks of Dakong Temple showed expressions of unwillingness, resentment, confusion, regret, and disbelief on their faces.
They never expected it. Dakong Temple, the number one sect that has been in charge of the martial arts for thousands of years and is the leader in the righteous way of martial arts, was defeated by three people from Zixia Sect, a little-known sect!
No, actually they don’t want to believe it. In fact, it doesn’t take three people. It’s just the last man who used the divine sword to smash the temple-protecting formation with one sword. He can level the Dakong Temple alone!
The divine sword energy of Xu Daoqi just now not only shattered the temple-protecting array of Dakong Temple, but also shattered the majesty of Dakong Temple for thousands of years, shattered the thousand-year dream of Dakong Temple, and shattered Dakong Temple’s power to dominate all living beings. self-esteem above.
It takes thousands of years to build majesty, but to destroy it, one sword is enough!
"Uncle, uncle! Kill Fan Jian from the Zixia Sect, and we will fight with these people from the Zixia Sect!"
Among the monks of Xu Zi's generation, some people couldn't stand the gap and shouted almost crazy.
"Xuting! Do you want to destroy Dakong Temple and become the eternal sinner of Dakong Temple?"
The monk Xuanbei of the Xuan generation immediately glared at the monk of the Xu generation and said coldly.
As the most senior, oldest and most powerful monk in Dakong Temple, Xuanbei has gone beyond the ordinary struggle of spirits. In his eyes, Dakong Temple’s reputation as the best in the world is important, but compared to Dakong Temple The life and death of the temple is still far behind.
The strength shown by Zixia Sect is completely beyond the imagination of everyone in the world. Who would have thought that a small sect with less than twenty formal disciples could directly challenge the number one sect in the world with thirty to fifty thousand formal disciples? What about the disciple’s Dakong Temple?
Moreover, only three people came to this Zixia Sect...
Although Xuan Bei also felt that he was shameless, his status had freed him from some unrealistic considerations of fame, and he was all for Dakong Temple.
The combat power shown by Zixia Sect today was enough to wipe out Dakong Temple.
Xuan Bei has lived for so long and is a very self-aware person, otherwise he would not be alive today.
He knew that just three old monks of the Xuan generation from Dakong Temple could not stop the god-like man.
Now that things have happened, although I am extremely reluctant, I have to bow my head under the roof.
He sighed, and Xuan Bei said in his heart: "With what happened today, it is no longer possible to keep Dakong Temple number one in the world. I just pray to the Buddha not to let Dakong Temple be destroyed..."
"Uncle Master!"
Looking at Xuan Bei's attitude, it seemed that he had already defaulted to losing this time. The monk of Dakong Temple couldn't help but feel extremely sad at the same time.
This feeling is like a thousand-year-old laurel that has been taken away, but is unable to fight back. It feels like it has entered decline from a glorious era. It is the sorrow of the previous king and the emperor of the subjugated country. sorrow.
But even if they don't want to admit it, even if they can't swallow it, even if they don't want to bow their heads, what can they do?
Zixiamen is just better than them!
Xuanbei let out a long sigh and wanted to say a few words for the occasion. Today, Zixiamen decided that this was a failure.
However, before he could say anything, a voice suddenly came to mind!
"Su Peng, and the people of Zixia Sect, listen, your uncle is in my hands!"
The voice sounded, and with these words, everyone's eyes focused on the place where the voice came from.
Su Peng also turned around and saw a monk in his forties and an old man with disheveled hair walking out of the Ciwen Hall behind the Main Hall.
"Uncle Fan Jian!"
Su Peng, Xu Daoqi, Dugu Sheng and the others looked around and saw that the old man with disheveled hair was none other than their Ninth Master Fan Jian!
At this time, Fan Jian was better than when he first arrived at Dakong Temple. He seemed to have washed his body, and the iron hook that pierced his pipa bone had been removed, but he still seemed unable to speak, and his lips were tight Squeeze it tightly without making a sound.
He walked out under his own power at this time, but behind him, a monk in his forties from Dakong Temple stepped out with one palm against Fan Jian's back.
"Shi Daoxin!"
Su Peng saw the forty-year-old monk from Dakong Temple and immediately recognized him as Shi Daoxin, who had fought against Su Peng once.
"Daoxin, what are you doing?"
Seeing Shi Daoxin escorting Fan Jian out, Xuanbei frowned slightly and said to him.
Dakong Temple is already at a disadvantage at this time. If Shi Daoxin kills Fan Jian, then the people of Zixia Sect may really do something.
Perhaps Dakong Temple’s thousands of years of foundation will be destroyed in one day!
Xuan Bei felt a little strange about Shi Daoxin. Shi Daoxin, who usually knew the general trend very well, why hadn't he seen through it now?
"You people in Dakong Temple are very good. If something happens to my uncle, I will have you buried with him in Dakong Temple."
Dugu Sheng held the black iron heavy sword and said.
His tone was calm, like a statement rather than a threat, but when it stopped in the hearts of others, it had a strange kind of intimidation!
It feels like if he can say it, he can definitely do it!
Xuanbei and others' hearts sank when they heard this. Xuanbei's expression dropped and he said to Shi Daoxin: "Daoxin! What are you going to do?"
"Master Xuanbei Chongzu, I, Dakong Temple, haven't lost yet! We still have our trump cards yet to be revealed!"
Shi Daoxin put a hand on Fan Jian's back and said to Xuan Bei!