MTL - The Immortal Taoist-v5 Chapter 640 Holy King Realm

"Break me!"

Ling Dao did not dodge, but directly displayed the Saint-level True Dragon Fist, ushering in the frontal Dragon Sword. A master showdown, one step at a time, and one step at a time. If he defends or avoids with all his strength, I am afraid there is no chance of counterattack. The strength of the black robe swordsman is much stronger than the ghosts he encountered before.

The swordsmanship of the black robe swordsman is indestructible. Fortunately, Ling Dao's boxing intention is also not bad. Compared with the realm and the number of temples, Ling Dao is indeed far away, but compared with the will power, Ling Dao is true. The fierce fist is like Zhu Yan's coming into the world, and one large war after another has started, blood flowing into the river, and the corpses are everywhere.

"Another hand to pick up the Paladin, how confident is he in his physical body?"

"Nonsense, but he is a real dragon. How strong is the real dragon's body? Do you want me to remind you not?"

"Are you sure you have seen the real dragon? The real dragon in the early stage of the holy king dare to shake the paladin with bare hands? Are you boasting about their real dragon, or are you satire at them?"

True dragons are indeed the strongest races in the world, and there is no one. However, in the early days of the Holy Realm, the real dragons are far from being strong enough to rival the Holy Soldiers. They did not deliberately lower their voices, and the dragon warriors not far away could hear clearly.

Rao is based on the strength of the Holy King of the Seventh Temple of the Dragon Clan. He dare not pick up the Holy Soldier casually, let alone the other Holy King Realm Warriors of the Dragon Clan. No matter how strong the real dragon's flesh is, there is a limit after all. Otherwise, what kind of emperor will the dragon emperor refine?

"He's looking for death!" The seven hallowed saint kings of the dragon clan stared fiercely at those saint king realm warriors. Strong, will you know if you try?"

Ling Dao's performance in the sixth level of illusion is really dazzling, and the teeth of the mouth of the seven kings of the Dragon King's hall are almost crushed. But at this time, the saint king realm warriors of other races were still in front of him, satire their dragon warriors. Because of his identity, he couldn't clean up Ling Dao, but it was entirely possible to clean up the Holy King Realm Warriors of other races.

"Brother Ao, you are the Holy King of the Seven Temples anyway. What are you doing with my brothers and sisters?"

The Seven Temple Saint Kings of the Kunpeng family are speaking for those of the Kunpeng family, the same as the Seven Temple Saint Kings. He is naturally not afraid of the Dragon Palace Seven Temple Saint Kings. True dragons are unmatched in flesh, but they are also not bad. Kunpeng's world can't be compared with real dragons.

Really started, the Seven Kings of the Dragon Clan can take advantage of the flesh, and he can also take advantage of the speed. No matter how strong the flesh of the Saint King of the Seventh Temple of the Dragon Family can't touch him, what's the use?

"What is it that I am playing arrogant, your brother and sister satirizing our true dragon, have you not heard? Deaf?"

The Seven Temple Saint King of the Dragon clan shouted politely. The Seven Temple Saint King of the Kunpeng family was not afraid of him. He was also not afraid of the Seven Temple Saint King of the Kunpeng family. What's more, they are still on the steps and can't fight at all, unless the Seven Temple Saint Kings of the Kunpeng family are alive and crooked.

"clang!"

Just like the sound of sword collision, I saw Ling Dao's fist surface covered with dense dragon scales. Tu Longbao's sword was chopped on his fist, even the dragon scales were not broken, and naturally he could not cause any damage to his fist. Since he dare to use his fists to shake the dragon sword, then he must be confident.

He has two deities that are not fake, but he will not sacrifice any deity unless it is a last resort. If the black robe swordsman in front of him really had the power to kill him, he would not start with the black robe swordsman. Whether he can leave this phantom array is less important than his life.

The eyes of the black robe swordsman are full of incredible, he really did not expect that the early warriors of the Holy King Realm could use their fists to block his dragon sword. Was he weakened, or did the pre-Kingdom Warriors become too strong?

His realm was higher than Ling Dao, and then Ling Dao was empty-handed. As a result, his attack was blocked by Ling Dao. If he hadn’t personally experienced it, he really didn’t believe that a pre-warrior like Ling Dao could be able to catch his holy soldier with his bare hands. Fortunately, he and Ling Dao are not the warriors of an era, otherwise, he can only live in the shadow of Ling Dao.

"This is the time!"

Ling Dao's right hand grabbed Tu Longbao's sword, and his left hand punched again, hitting the black robe swordsman's head. He just picked up the Paladin with bare hands and shocked the black-robed swordsman, so that the black-robed swordsman had a brief distraction. If he waited for the black robe swordsman to come back, he wanted to defeat the black robe swordsman, it was not a simple matter.

Furthermore, to the present, the black robe swordsman still has not sacrificed his temple. That is to say, the black robe swordsman still has the surplus power, specifically leaving a few into the strength, Ling Dao will not know. Anyway, what Ling Dao has to do is to defeat the black robe swordsman before he goes all out.

"He is going to break through?"

The first to discover the anomaly was the young boy in white standing on the 99th and 99th steps. Because he saw the temple hanging above Ling Dao's head, a temple prototype suddenly appeared. One after another, it rushed into the inside of the temple prototype, so that the temple prototype formed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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

"I understand, he is going to use the middle of the Holy King Realm to break the test of 899 steps, which is really a good plan!"

The Seventh Temple Saint King of the Immortal Linglong family couldn’t help but sigh. During the battle, condensing the second temple, Ling Dao’s test was still aimed at the early warrior of the Holy King Realm, not the middle of the Holy King Realm. Musha. To say that Ling Dao was the breakthrough opportunity he just caught, he absolutely did not believe it, which was obviously calculated by Ling Dao in advance.

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

The Seven Temple Saint King of the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox family is obviously a little speechless. The real dragon in his eyes has always been rampant, and he will not move such a mind at all. Unexpectedly, Ling Daosheng gave him a lesson, the real dragon was more difficult than he thought. He is not afraid of reckless man, but afraid of reckless man playing tricks.

"You mean, he could have broken through to the middle of the Holy King Realm, but he suppressed his realm. Until this time, did he break through?"

"No, wasn't he injured when he was on the 799th flight of stairs? How do I feel that he is alive and well now, and he can't see any traces of injuries?"