MTL - The Immortal Taoist-v5 Chapter 645 Firefly and Haoyue

Two magnificent temples hung above Ling Dao's head, setting off him like an ancient god, majestic and mighty. Looking around, the crystal jade walls, pearl curtains, carved beams and painted towers are shining brightly, and hundreds of thousands of roads seem to be alive, swimming around in and out of the temple, extremely agile.

Ling Dao who broke through to the middle stage of the Saint King Realm was obviously much stronger than that in the early stage of the Saint King Realm. It is also a Saint-level True Dragon Fist, and what he is now casting is many times stronger than what he used in the early stage of the Saint King Realm. The sound of dragons that shook all directions alone could create a great deterrent to the martial artist of the Saint King Realm.

It's a pity that the black-robed swordsman above the nine hundred and ninety-nine steps is not an ordinary saint king realm warrior, and the effect of dragon chanting on him is minimal. He can guard the last test, which is enough to prove that his strength is above the black-robed swordsman of 899 steps. Not only is his realm higher than the black-robed swordsman on the 899th floor, even if it is the same realm, he is not weaker than the black-robed swordsman on the 899th floor.

"Heh... How can the light of the fireflies compete with Haoyue?"

The black-robed swordsman above the steps of the nine hundred and ninety-nine floors raised the Dragon Slaying Sword in a hurry. The biting light of the sword seemed to be frozen for thousands of miles. The countless blades of light are hidden in the snow, so that his swordsmanship looks mediocre, not even lethal.

"How do I feel that his strength is not as good as the one on the 899th floor? Is it my illusion?"

"The test of nine hundred and ninety-nine steps seems to be difficult. The test of eight hundred and ninety-nine steps is not enough to stop him. How can the nine hundred and ninety-nine steps stop him? Isn't it even more hopeless?"

Those saint king realm warriors of the elephant clan had limited vision, and they couldn't see how terrifying the attack of the black-robed swordsman was. It was normal. Replaced by them, I'm afraid I don't know how to die, their strength is poor and there are too many black-robed swordsmen. Of course, with their strength, they can't reach the nine hundred and ninety-nine steps.

"Shut up your mouth! Our elephant clan's face has been lost by you. If you don't have that vision, don't talk!"

The Seven Halls of the Gods and Elephants angrily cursed, the black-robed swordsman on the 999th floor is obviously stronger than the black-robed swordsman on the 899th floor, they can’t tell. That's all, he had to say those words that made the other Seven Halls of Saint King laugh out of his teeth, and almost angered him.

The sword technique performed by the black-robed swordsman above the steps of the nine hundred and ninety-nine steps seems ordinary, but in fact it is extremely dangerous. Even if he is replaced by a seven-temple saint king like him, he may not be able to block such a sword technique. Not to mention Ling Dao, a junior who just broke into the middle of the Saint King Realm.

In his opinion, Ling Dao was definitely not the opponent of the black-robed swordsman, it was not that he underestimated Ling Dao, but the strength gap between Ling Dao and the black-robed swordsman was too great. Regardless of the realm or the martial arts, it was the black-robed swordsman who had the advantage, and he could not see the slightest chance of winning in Ling Dao.

"Fortunately, we just talked a lot, otherwise, we would be the one who was scolded."

"Listen to him, the black-robed swordsman above the nine hundred and ninety-nine steps seems very strong?"

"Nonsense, if the black-robed swordsman on the 999th floor is weaker than the black-robed swordsman on the 899th floor, there will be ghosts. We could not see the 999th floor. The strength of the black-robed swordsman in the sky is indeed our low vision."

The saint king realm martial artist of other races whispered, and the seven hall saint kings above can see the extraordinary black-robed swordman above the 999th floor. They and the elephant tribe’s holy king realm Like a warrior, he couldn't see the power of the black-robed swordsman above the 999th floor.

"Who is Firefly?" Ling Dao's robes were bulging, his tyrannical fist burst out, and the snow in the sky shook endlessly. He only heard him ask again, "Who is Haoyue again?"

One road after another turns into a giant dragon, with a length of a thousand feet, a head like a camel, horns like a deer, eyes like a rabbit, ears like a cow, a neck like a snake, a belly like a mirage, scales like a carp, claws like an eagle, and palms like a tiger. Densely dense dragon scales are clearly visible, two dragon whiskers are fluttering in the wind, there is a pearl under the jaw, and an inverted scale under the throat.

The dragon suddenly opened its mouth, and the powerful suction sucked all nearby snowflakes into its mouth. The late Saint Kings and Peak Saint Kings below could not see the mystery of these snowflakes, but Ling Dao could see that, with the supreme golden pupil, his eyesight was not worse than those of the Seven Palace Saint Kings.

With the knowledge of the black-robed swordsman, Rao still thought that Ling Dao's boxing would have such a change. His swordsmanship blocked all of Ling Dao's escape routes. It can be said that Ling Dao is inevitable, and there is no way to hide, so he can only face him head-on. Who knows, Ling Dao turned into a dragon by using Dao rules, and swallowed the snow all over the sky.

"What a junior, no wonder you can walk up to the nine hundred and ninety-nine steps. I look down upon you."

Before the voice of the black-robed swordsman fell, the Dragon Sword Sword had already slashed in front of Ling Dao. Although Ling Dao's boxing techniques have changed a lot, the black-robed swordsman is still confident. Ling Dao, who had just broken into the middle of the Saint King Realm, was definitely not his opponent. Ling Dao is a genius, isn't he?

You know, he used to be invincible at the same realm, even if it is the youngest emperor, at the same realm, he is not necessarily better than him. The reason why he died out was because his opponent was higher than his realm. He was a Daoist when he was alive, but his opponent was a Daoist, and he was a Daoist who had the resources of the Great Emperor. The gap between the Taoist Lord and the Taoist Lord cannot be made up by talent.

The current situation is the opposite, and now his realm is higher than Ling Dao. At the same realm, he was confident to beat Ling Dao, not to mention the situation where the realm was higher than Ling Dao. As long as he is willing, he can defeat Ling Dao within three moves, after all, he has to be two levels higher than Ling Dao. At the peak of the Saint King Realm, he didn't mean to sacrifice to the temple, because it was unnecessary.

Ling Dao's double fists met the Dragon Slaying Sword of the Black Robe Swordsman. Hundreds of small dragon scales covered the surface of Ling Dao's fist, blocking the sharpness of the Slaying Dragon Sword. The Nine Turns True Dragon Jin exploded, and the fierce Fist Jin seemed to overturn the world. Realm inferiority does not mean power inferiority. On the contrary, the Lingdao that uses the Nine-turn True Dragon Strength has an absolute advantage in strength.

"you!"

The eyes of the black-robed swordsman were filled with incredible writing, and Ling Dao's burst of fist strength was like falling stars, slamming on him fiercely. He really didn't understand, how could Ling Dao, who had just broken into the middle of the Saint King Realm, have such power?