Chapter 921

The figure in white is floating like an immortal.

The presidents of the three great shrines in Middle Earth were more and more embarrassed, especially the Xuanwu president who was good at defense. He was beaten and stained with blood all over.

It can be imagined that if the attack is not the president of Xuanwu, but the rosefinch or the green dragon, even if they do not die, they will be seriously hurt.

"The boy's attack is so strong?"

The red tiger stared with blood in his eyes, full of reluctance and shock.

The black tiger didn't speak, but stared at Zhao Fang. His mood was extremely complicated.

After seeing the injury of President Xuanwu, the old devil changed his complexion and retreated quietly.

"The boy is presumptuous!"

"The boy is presumptuous!"

"The boy is presumptuous!"

The three presidents did not speak.

These three thunderous and incessant violent drinks came from the powerful people in the three courtyards.

Don't say yet.

The powerful people in the three courtyards are indeed not weak.

But if you want to rely on this, you want to crush Zhao Fang. Obviously, you are dreaming.

Zhao Fang looked at the three strong areas and said indifferently, "why? You don't agree? I'll give you a chance. Draw a line. Whether it's a group fight or a single fight, if any of your shrines can force me to step back, I'll take back what I just said!"

That's what I said, but it's rampant!

Challenge many strong people in the three shrines with one person's strength, and not let them defeat themselves, but force themselves to step back.

This is not a fight. It is simply humiliating the strong of the three shrines.

Although they were angry, they saw with their own eyes that even the Dean was defeated by Zhao let go, but they knew that they were not qualified to refute on their own side.

Unless you beat him.

"Hum. Arrogant Zhuangzi, although I don't know what evil means you used to hurt the president of our Xuanwu temple, we Xuanwu temple will never forget this hatred. Since you want to fight, come and fight. There's no need to force you back one step. We'll force you back two steps and three steps and finally defeat you!"

In the strongman area of Xuanwu temple, an old man with a face like an old turtle and a thick breath stood out.

The old man looks old and will die at any time.

But the body contains extremely amazing and majestic vitality, as continuous as the ocean.

Judging from the occasional breath, the cultivation of the old man should belong to the level of nine star leaping heaven.

Moreover, it is the powerful existence that will break into the half step space at any time after immersion at this level for a long time.

Other strongmen of the Xuanwu temple did not speak, but they all stood up one after another.

With the old man as the center, it spread out in a fan.

"Array!"

In addition to the old people, there are also more than 20 strong people coming to the Xuanwu temple this time.

Basically, it is also the later stage of yuetianzun.

It can be seen that the Xuanwu temple has long been prepared and sent out strong people.

Zhao Fang just glanced and disdained to say, "don't waste my time. Let the three of you go together."

This remark surprised the whole audience!

Although just now, I already know Zhao Fang's arrogance.

Now this remark is really arrogant.

But at the thought that Zhao Fanglian could defeat the presidents of the three shrines, there was nothing wrong with saying this.

The strong men of the green dragon temple and the rosefinch temple have gloomy faces.

But he was very cautious and didn't open his mouth to refute. Instead, he looked at their respective presidents with an inquiring face.

In meditation, President Qinglong nodded slightly.

Seeing this, President rosefinch nodded.

With the approval of the president, the strong of the two sides were not hypocritical and separated around the Xuanwu temple.

Led by the Xuanwu temple, it is arranged in a pin shape.

Looking at this formation, Zhao Fang vaguely knew the intention of the three shrines, and a smile came out of his mouth.

"Please Zu Ling!"

"Please Zu Ling!"

"Please Zu Ling!"

This battle is not only about the honor of the three shrines, but also about their lives. Naturally, we should be cautious.

Although Hemingway and others were shocked at the collective use of ancestral spirits in the three shrines, they also felt normal after thinking about it.

Zhao Fang can defeat even the three presidents. The four shrines can still deal with him. Only the Zuling is left.

Just.

Thinking of this, they couldn't help looking at the dying Zuling white tiger, who was split in half by Zhao Fang and lying in a pool of blood.

Perhaps, the reason why the strong men of the three shrines invited the ancestral spirit so decisively may have something to do with the seriously injured ancestral spirit white tiger.

Oh!

Sing!

Roar!

The huge shadow of green dragon, rosefinch and Xuanwu appears in the sky, like three unshakable peaks, towering high in the sky, imposing and awe inspiring.

"Kill!"

When the strong people in the Qinglong temple and the rosefinch Temple drank, the ancestral spirit Dharma body condensed by their practice of Dharma yuan force, coerced the prestige not weaker than that of their lifetime, and killed Zhao Fang.

The ancestral spirit Xuanwu is located in the front of the three ancestral spirits and is responsible for defense.

Green Dragon main attack, rosefinch auxiliary attack!

"Unfortunately, the ancestral spirit and the white tiger have been abolished. Otherwise, the return of the white tiger is the best main attack. If the four spirits work together, they are strong in heaven and environment, and they dare not attack their edge!"

The president of Qinglong seminary glanced regretfully at the white tiger lying in a pool of blood.

"It's not impossible."

The physical body of the dean of Xuanwu temple is very strong. The flesh that has just been stained with blood has scabbed at the moment. It won't be long before it can heal itself. At the moment, he still pressed his voice and said in a low voice.

Hearing the speech, both the green dragon and the rosefinch looked at the mountains where the white tiger shrine was located, their eyes moved slightly, but they immediately sighed and shook their heads.

"If so, the white tiger will really decline."

"The decline of the white tiger family is better than the four shrines becoming history." Xuanwu's eyes are calm and indifferent, and his voice is still low.

This made the rosefinch's pretty face slightly changed, but he didn't say much. He just frowned and thought.

The green dragon frowned.

Xuanwu didn't rush, but looked at it indifferently.

For a moment, he slowly said, "this son is not a mortal. In the face of the joint efforts of the three ancestral spirits, he is not in a hurry and has a degree of advance and retreat. No... it seems that he hasn't really retreated!"

A startled look appeared on the Xuanwu indifferent face!

The green dragon and the rosefinch also noticed this scene, and their eyebrows frowned tighter.

They all looked at the red tiger and the black tiger, a little pondered, and their lips moved.

I don't know what the red tigers said. When they heard it, their faces changed dramatically and looked at the presidents of the three shrines with extremely complex eyes.

A moment later, the black tiger made a decision.

"Good!"

That's all he has.

But this sentence is full of the ruthlessness of a strong man and his determination not to kill the enemy!

In mid air.

Zhao Fang fights the three great ancestors alone. It seems dangerous and can often find life in death.

What's more amazing is that after more than 100 rounds, Zhao Fang didn't move, as steady as Lao song!

If we continue to fight like this, the best result is to lose both sides.

However, at this time --