Chapter 1986: Hoisting the Presbyterian Temple (on)

Beyond the level of Xianjun, there is no record in the books I read, and Lu Yun’s elders have not said it, but this one has obviously reached it.
Such a person is unfathomable and really wants to do something to him.
"Zhang Hang Xiaoyou, I don't know if you are inconvenient, show me the swordsmanship, give me a look?"
Being shocked, the laughter of the Han Jianqiu lord rang.
"I don't know the lord, how can I show it?" Zhang frowned.
"Your cultivation is only in the early days of the virtual fairyland...you can't enter the unique temple of the elders. So, we will enter the core disciple through the temple. Everyone has the same strength, the same repair, and a test, so that it can be better displayed. Sword method!"
Han Jianqiu smiled and smiled.
Elders, there are Tongshen temples belonging to the elders, the core has the core, the other side's cultivation, obviously not qualified to enter the elders level, can only enter a lower level.
"Entering the temple of the gods... forget it, it is better for you to suppress it, just compare it with me here!"
Seeing the other side did not see the repairs that he deliberately suppressed, Zhang Sushang smiled slightly.
"Here? Are you sure?" The lord of the cold did not speak. He Chang frowned and said: "In the temple, everyone is the same, the same gas reserves are the most fair... and here, even if we Depressed, physical strength, soul strength, purity and reserves of the gas are also uncontrollable..."
The temple is only a glimpse of consciousness. The body of the distribution and the attributes are all the same. It is similar to the scorpion, and it can really show the strength of the sword.
Here, even if the depression is reduced, the body and soul of Xianjunjing are terrible. It is not an early stage of the virtual fairyland and can be countered.
"No problem!" Zhang hung.
Entering the Tongshen Temple, although the library can see the identity, it can only confirm the swordsmanship and so on. Here, knowing more details, even the ancestors of the 18th generation can be dug up... In case of any change, these Things may be the basis of life-saving!
"Oh, since you decided this way, we just want to see, how powerful is the sword of God!"
An elder stood up first.
The meaning of the sword of the gods, the founding of the founder of the founder, once you enter the sword, you know that it is unattainable... but no one has ever realized that even if they are the most powerful of the Zongmen, they do not know the meaning of this sword. How strong is it!
In front of me, since it is better to try here, it is best!
I can also feel it for myself.
Anyway, with their strength, even if the pressure is low, the other side wants to hurt, it is impossible!
"In the next fire, the elders of the core disciple of the sword pavilion, the strength of the fairy kingdom, try your sword!"
The elders who called the fire came to the front, and soon they would be repaired to the same as Zhang Suhang. The sword in his hand trembled and made a clear sigh.
Their swords are all uniformly prepared by the Presbyterian Temple. They are quite the same batch and have the same attributes. There is no such thing as relying on the weapon's sharpness and taking the lead.
"You are not alone enough, and the rest of you will come down together!"
After taking a look, Zhang Hang did not pull the sword, but smiled lightly.
"not enough?"
Several elders in the room all had eyebrows.
Especially the elders of the white leaves, licking their foreheads.
This guy takes the nickname... "I am very low-key". Where is this special low-key?
The presence is not only the strongest peak of Lingyun Jiange, but also the famous one on the mainland. If you are strong in swordsmanship, challenge a try water, it will stop... everyone wants to come down, including the sovereign. ......
Not so arrogant!
"What, don't you dare?"
Zhang Hanging an eyebrow.
"The meaning of the sword of the is strong, but I can become the great elder of the core disciple's elders, and it is not a name for the wave. What's more, it is just to suppress the cultivation, not the temple. I want to challenge other people, first win me. Let me talk about it!"
The hatred of the fire is not very good-looking.
He was the first to end, and the low-level training was a challenge to a virtual fairyland. This was a bit of a loss. The other party... even disdain to compare with him...
It’s just a face!
And still "啪!啪!啪!啪!"
"Well, you say it again? Yeah!"
Seeing that other people didn't mean to end, it seems to be very confident about this, Zhang hangs a smile and sticks a finger.
"What do you mean? Are you going to beat me?"
A sneak peek, angry and laughed: "Is it too arrogant?"
"One trick? You think too much!"
Zhang hangs his head: "I mean, don't use a sword, don't use other parts of the body, one finger, one breath, will defeat you!"
"you……"
The fire is about to explode.
As the core disciple, the elders of the elders of the elders, usually cultivate their own minds, have already reached the point where they are not shocked, but... the other party’s speech is too irritating!
Key eyes and movements, every move... It’s like watching an ant...
He is the peak of Xianjun!
One of the strongest people in the mainland...
How do you feel the other way around?
"Okay, if that's the case, let me take a look at your tricks. Let me see, in a breath, with a finger, how to beat me..."
Full of anger, the veteran of the enemy still endured.
The strength reached his level, and he was already free to control his heart and not be influenced by emotions.
"Some mad..."
"It’s just crazy, it’s just mad..."
The two talked about it, and Han Jianqiu and He Changong looked at each other and looked at each other with a smile.
A kid in the virtual fairyland, seeing so many celestial peaks, not only not afraid, but also arrogant, arrogant Zhang Cheng...
Is the brain lacking the root string, or is the art high person daring?
"The sword of God, can fight against the gods... I hope the strength can really make us amazing!"
"Let's see!"
Look forward again.
......
"Pity……"
Seeing the words are like this, still no one is coming down, Zhang Hang is somewhat disappointed.
Not his madness, but... deliberately doing this.
As long as they come down together and use martial arts, the library can detect all the defects and all of them, one by one, in case... know that their swordsmanship is strong, the remaining scruples face, do not appear, don’t Can't observe again?
This kind of thing does not happen.
"Forget it, solve this one first, continue to challenge everyone, it should all end..."
Seeing everyone sitting calmly, Zhang Hang knows, let it down, it is almost impossible, and immediately smile: "Get started!"
call!
The voice ended and the fire in front of him moved.
Although it was suppressed in the early days of the virtual fairyland, the speed is still like a hurricane, lightning, especially the long sword in front of it, breaking through the space, and in a flash, it came to the front.
Although it is the same level, but he is more powerful than the previous He Jingxuan.
Just as the other's long sword came to the throat immediately, Zhang Hang's fingers lifted up and moved forward.
The movement is not fast, but it gives people a feeling of getting bigger and bigger, more and more heavy, like a meteor falling, for a moment, just in the heart of the fire, igniting an undeniable illusion.
"How can it be?"
The pupils shrink and the eyes of the enemy are round.
He is the strongest person of Xianjun. Although he is depressed, he can be psychologically placed there. He can never be suppressed by the breath. But the other person’s finger really gives him a force that cannot be countered.
How is it done?
Hey! Hey!
The roar of the heart, the pressure of the other's fingertips, the face of the face, the infuriating of the virtual fairyland, can no longer withstand, the long sword involuntarily bent, blinking, cracked, broken into countless pieces.
And his forward body, like being imprisoned in the local area, can no longer move, can only look at the other's fingers, point to his own eyebrows.
"This guy...is interesting!"
He was shocked and couldn't believe that the cold sword on the stage suddenly glimpsed and smiled.
"Sovereign, this..."
Seeing him understand, He Chang is still full of doubts.
Everyone has the same strength. In front of him, this one is hanging, one finger, not only the sword is broken, but the other's strength is also like being closed... What is the principle?
"If you don't read it wrong, he is not only well versed in swordsmanship, but also knows a lot about the law!"
Han Jianqiu explained.
"Array method?" He Chang is more confused.
"Well, he pointed this way, not only with the sword, but also with the help of the whole elders' temple, using the method of nurturing the sword, and letting the power be so powerful..." Han Jianqiu said: "I just deliberately used words to swear each other. In fact, it is delaying the time and hiding the sword meaning in the formation..."
Speaking of this, I can't help but feel: "It's no wonder that you can understand the sword of God. This use of the environment is simply shocking!"
"This……"
He Changchang shook his face.
How long has he been in this hall?
Up to ten minutes...
Not only recognize the array method contained in it, but also the meaning of the sword, with the help of the formation of the law...
This... it’s too bad!
Before, I still thought that at the same level, the other person could not beat them so much. Now it seems that it is really possible!
Hey!
Here, I was surprised to say that I couldn’t speak. The two men in front of the battle had already had the result. Zhang Hang’s finger fell and the fire broke out. When people were in the air, they would be repaired.
Otherwise, you must be seriously injured.
"how is it?"
Standing close to the hand, Zhang Hang looks proud.
From the point of reference, to the other side being hit, not much more, just a breath.
"I lost!"
The burning pain in the chest, although the enemy is not a simple sword, but it is not easy to say.
It is already very shameful to be defeated by a person who has only a virtual fairyland. When he speaks, he can’t lift his head.
"Ha ha!"
See him admit, Zhang Hang gently smiled, suddenly looked around, a faint voice, bursting in the ears of every elder.
"I don't know if you can show your face, let's go down together... Let me have a sword, I will slap a meal... Is it good?"