V8.Chapter 640

"Break it!"

Ling Dao didn't dodge, but directly used the Holy Dragon Fist, and met the Dragon Slaying Sword that was coming from the front. In a duel between masters, one step is slow, every step is slow. If he defends or evades with all his strength, he may have no chance to counterattack. The strength of the black-robed swordsman is much stronger than those phantoms he encountered before.

The sword intent of the black-robed swordsman is invincible, but fortunately Ling Dao's fist intent is not bad either. Compared with the realm and the number of temples, Ling Dao is indeed far behind, but in the competition of willpower, Ling Dao is not in vain. The ferocious fisting intent was like Zhu Yan descending into the world, one after another large-scale battles broke out, blood flowed into rivers, and corpses littered the field.

"It's receiving the holy soldier with bare hands again. How confident is he in his own body?"

"Nonsense, he is a real dragon, how strong a real dragon's body is, do you want me to remind you?"

"Are you sure you've seen a real dragon? The real dragons in the early stage of the Holy King Realm dare to shake the holy soldiers with their bare hands? Are you praising their real dragons, or are you mocking their real dragons?"

True dragons are indeed the race with the strongest physical bodies in the world, none of them. However, the physical bodies of true dragons in the early stage of the holy king state are far from being strong enough to rival the holy soldiers. They didn't deliberately lower their voices, the dragon warriors not far away could hear them clearly.

Even with the strength of the Saint King of the Seven Palaces of the Dragon Clan, he would not dare to pick up the Saint Soldiers with his bare hands, let alone the other Saint King Realm fighters of the Dragon Clan. No matter how strong the physical body of a real dragon is, there is a limit after all, otherwise, what kind of imperial weapon would the great emperor of their dragon clan refine?

"He's looking for death!" The Holy King of the Seven Temples of the Dragon Clan glared at the warriors of the Holy King Realm fiercely, and said angrily, "If you want to fight, you are welcome at any time. There is no need to be eccentric. Our real dragon's physical body is not strong enough. Qiang, don’t you know if you try it?”

Ling Dao's performance in the sixth illusion was so dazzling that the teeth of the Holy King of the Dragon Clan's Seven Palaces were so angry that they almost gnawed into pieces. Just at this time, the warriors of the Holy King Realm from other races satirized their dragon warriors in front of him. Due to his status, he can't deal with Ling Dao, but it is completely possible to deal with warriors of other races.

"Brother Ao, you are the Holy King of the Seventh Palace, what are you doing with my juniors and younger sisters?"

The Seventh Temple Saint King of the Kunpeng Clan is speaking for those Saint King Realm warriors of the Kunpeng Clan. He is also the Seventh Temple Saint King, so he is naturally not afraid of the Seventh Hall Saint King of the Dragon Clan. The real dragon is unparalleled in body, but their Kunpeng is also not bad. Kunpeng's speed in the world is unmatched by the real dragon.

When it comes to real hands-on, the Holy King of the Seven Palaces of the Dragon Clan can take advantage of his physical body, and he can also take advantage of his speed. No matter how strong the physical body of the Holy King of the Seven Palaces of the Dragon Clan is, what good is it if he cannot be touched?

"What do you mean me to be arrogant? Your junior and junior sisters are mocking our real dragon. Didn't you hear? Are you deaf?"

The Holy King of the Seven Palaces of the Dragon Clan scolded unceremoniously, the Holy King of the Seven Palaces of the Kunpeng Clan is not afraid of him, and he is also not afraid of the Holy King of the Seven Palaces of the Kunpeng Clan. What's more, they are still on the steps, and they can't fight at all, unless the Seven Palace Saint King of the Kunpeng clan is tired of life.

"clang!"

There was a sound like the collision of swords and swords, and the surface of Lingdao's fist was covered with dense dragon scales. The Dragon Slaying Saber struck his fist without breaking the dragon scales, so naturally it couldn't cause any damage to his fist. Since he dared to shake the dragon-slaying sword with his fist, he must have confidence in his heart.

It is true that he has two deities, but he will not sacrifice any of them unless it is absolutely necessary. If the black-robed swordsman in front of him really had the strength to kill him, he would not fight the black-robed swordsman. Whether he can leave this phantom array is not so important compared with his life.

The black-robed swordsman's eyes were full of incredibleness. He really didn't expect that a warrior in the early stage of the holy king state could block his dragon-slaying sword with his fist. Is he getting weaker, or is it that the current warriors at the early stage of the Saint King Realm have become too strong?

His realm was higher than Ling Dao's, and Ling Dao was still empty-handed, but his attack was actually blocked by Ling Dao. If he hadn't experienced it himself, he really wouldn't have believed that a warrior at the early stage of the Saint King Realm like Ling Dao could catch his Saint Weapon with his bare hands. Fortunately, he and Ling Dao were not warriors of the same era, otherwise, he could only live in Ling Dao's shadow.

"It's this time!"

Ling Dao's right hand firmly grasped the dragon-slaying sword, and his left hand punched again, hitting the head of the black-robed swordsman. He received the holy soldier with his bare hands just now, which shocked the black-robed swordsman, so that the black-robed swordsman lost his mind for a short time. If he waited until the black-robed swordsman came back to his senses, it would not be an easy task for him to defeat the black-robed swordsman.

Furthermore, until now, the black-robed swordsman still hasn't sacrificed his temple. In other words, the black-robed swordsman still has spare strength, Ling Dao doesn't know exactly how much strength he has left. Anyway, what Lingdao has to do is to defeat the black-robed swordsman in one fell swoop before the black-robed swordsman goes all out.

"Is he going to break through?"

The first person to notice the anomaly was the boy in white standing above the 999th floor. Because he saw next to the temple hanging above Lingdao's head, a prototype of a temple suddenly appeared. One after another, they rushed into the prototype of the temple, making the prototype of the temple take shape at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterwards, the holy kings of the Seven Temples below also looked at the top of Ling Dao's head. As long as they were not stupid, they could tell that Ling Dao was condensing the second temple. Once Ling Dao successfully breaks through to the middle stage of the Saint King Realm, then Ling Dao's strength will definitely improve a lot.

"I understand. He wants to use the middle stage of the Holy King Realm to break the test of the 899th floor. What a plan!"

The Holy King of the Seven Temples of the Xianlinglong Clan couldn't help sighing. During the battle, the second holy temple was condensed, and the test Ling Dao accepted was still aimed at warriors at the early stage of the Saint King Realm, not at the middle stage of the Saint King Realm. Musha. If it were said that Ling Dao had just grasped the breakthrough opportunity, he absolutely did not believe it, it was obviously calculated by Ling Dao in advance.

"This kid is too insidious. He even calculated the test of the illusion. Is he a demon fox, or are we demon foxes?"

The Holy King of the Seven Palaces of the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox Clan was obviously a little speechless. In his eyes, the real dragon had always been rampant, and he would never use such a brain. Unexpectedly, Ling Daosheng taught him a lesson, the real dragon is much more difficult than he imagined. He is not afraid of reckless men, but afraid of reckless men playing tricks.

"You mean that he was able to break through to the middle stage of the Saint King Realm long ago, but he suppressed his own realm and didn't break through until this time?"

"No, wasn't he injured when he was on the seven hundred and ninety-ninth floor? Why do I feel that he is alive and well now, and there is no trace of injury?"

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