Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

Flying swords flew all over the sky, and there were screams piercing through the air.

The Great Elder of the Hehuan Sect is a sorcerer in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and he is well versed in the art of sorcery. Every flying sword can cut steel and iron, and even an armored vehicle can be cut in half.

Zhuo Bufan naturally wouldn't resist, after all there were too many flying swords.

Zhuo Bufan's figure swam around, dodging a few flying swords, these flying swords pierced into the sea water, bursting out white water jets one after another, the sound was deafening.

As the sword rain fell, water droplets exploded one by one, and the whole sky was like a misty drizzle.

Wei Jingshou, He Shouming and the others standing on the shore were already stunned. Ordinary warriors would most likely use the wind as a sword and walk on water, and their true energy would just come out of their bodies. All kinds of martial arts techniques are simply appalling.

"I will eventually reach this level one day." Wei Qiankun gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, vowing in his heart.

"Qingshan Seal!"

Zhuo Bufan dodged a golden sword, he was already in front of the Great Elder, he raised his hand and slapped it, as if a three-foot-big handprint had condensed in the sky, and a great pressure spread to the Great Elder.

"not good!"

The Great Elder's face changed slightly, he pinched the magic weapon in his hand, and a golden light hung on his head like an umbrella.

At the same time, the palm prints came down violently, and the moment it touched the golden umbrella, the umbrella cracked like a spider's thread, and the palm directly slapped the elder of the Hehuan Sect into the sea water.

"Too strong, worthy of the title of king." Wei Jingshou's eyes were full of shock.

But in other things, Zhuo Bufan can still gain an advantage in the face of a master of strength and a master of magic. This combat power is enough to make the younger generation proud of the world.

After about a few breaths, the elder of the Hehuan Sect flew out from the bottom of the sea, his face was full of shock and anger, and his eyes were fixed on Zhuo Bufan.

The old Qinglong stood on the water, tens of meters away, and stared at Zhuo Bufan like a sword.

Neither of them expected Zhuo Bufan's strength to reach such a level, and the two teamed up to be at a disadvantage.

"Old Qinglong, it seems that we can only use the ultimate move. If we don't kill him today, I'm afraid we won't have a chance in the future. This guy is simply a monster." The elder said, narrowing his eyes slightly, and there was a little more in his eyes dignified.

"Um."

The old Qinglong nodded, then looked at Zhuo Bufan and said: "Although you are powerful, but the First Elder and I shot at the same time, you will also fall here today." After finishing speaking, the old Qinglong stretched out his hands, covered with blue halos, Immediately, I saw pieces of cyan scales about the size of a matchbox growing on his arms, not only that, even his neck and legs were covered with a layer of cyan scales, each scale released azure

shine.

"What is that? A monster?" He Wuxue widened her beautiful eyes, and a look of shock appeared on her pretty face.

Old Qinglong clenched his fists, full of energy and blood like a dragon, feeling unparalleled strength, but at the same time he also felt the tingling pain in the muscles of his body. He could maintain this state for up to three minutes. After three minutes, his body would be able to bear the pain. Can't live.

"The power of blood?" Zhuo Bufan was also surprised, but he shook his head immediately.

Impossible, how could there be races with bloodline talents on the earth. Only those ancient giants in the cultivation world, such as the demon emperor or alien races, can inherit various powerful bloodlines.

Zhuo Bufan came over in relief, probably the old Qinglong probed into Jiaolong Valley to get the scales, and used high technology to extract the genes of Jiaolong and then cultivated them and implanted them in his body. Just like Zhuo Bufan's conjecture, the old Qinglong did find the scales, and then used high technology to extract the dragon's blood gene to strengthen his body, but the dragon's gene and his body were mutually exclusive. Only then did I calm down the dragon gene in my body, but every time I used

It can't be used for more than three minutes, otherwise the body will be occupied by the flood dragon gene, and it will explode and die directly.

The Great Elder of the Hehuan Sect took a look at Old Qinglong, flashed a flash of light and said, "Old Qinglong, let me use my own trick too." The Buddhist beads flew out, a total of eleven golden lights were like fireworks, and fell on eleven positions outside the three of them. Each position has a mysterious and exquisite, and each Buddhist bead is engraved with complicated Dharma.

Patterns, flashing golden light.

Immediately, a golden thread stretched out from each of the beads to connect with each other, and the eleven beads were connected together to form a golden circle, about the size of a football field, enclosing the three of them.

"open!"

The Great Elder of the Hehuan Sect drank again, and opened his eyes, the golden lights in his eyes were shining brightly.

The golden awns on the eleven Buddhist beads became more intense, and then petals bloomed, turning into eleven golden lotus flowers scattered on the dark sea, like a dream.

"Buddha bead array?" Zhuo Bufan frowned and said immediately: "You should have another Buddha bead for Ning Hong, but I have already smashed it."

Each prayer bead is just a third-grade magic weapon, but when the eleven beads are linked together, they are almost equivalent to a treasure, even Zhuo Bufan is a little surprised.

"In my golden lotus formation, there is death and no life, oh Amitabha Buddha." The Great Elder muttered to himself, but there was a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes.

"boom!"

The old Qinglong disappeared in place, and a sound of sonic boom exploded. The speed of the old Qinglong instantly broke through the speed of sound and came towards Zhuo Bufan, just like a berserk humanoid Qinglong, its speed and strength seemed to have doubled.

"Stop wasting time with you guys."

Zhuo Bufan clenched his fists, his whole body shone with golden light, and his pupils burst out with fighting spirit, and headed towards the old Qinglong.

When the two fight together, in the eyes of everyone, it is like a little green glow and a little golden glow colliding. The eyes of ordinary people can't keep up with the speed of the two, and they can only find that they hit from the sky to the bottom of the sea in a while.

The bigger the old Qinglong was, the more frightened he became. His body was covered with dragon blue armor, and his defensive power was unparalleled, but he was crushed and beaten by Zhuo Bufan, and his fist hit Zhuo Bufan's body like hitting steel.

"Pervert." Old Qinglong cursed in his heart.

If this delay continued, he would no longer be able to support the dragon blue armor on his body.

At this time, the great elder of the Hehuan Sect also quickly discovered that countless golden swords on the lotus flew towards Zhuo Bufan, as if they were inexhaustible.

"Let me show you what real boxing is." Zhuo Bufan clenched his golden fist and stared at Old Qinglong, ignoring the golden sword flying from behind. Seeing Zhuo Bufan clenched his fist, a simple and vast aura contained in it, as if it contained some kind of law and will of heaven and earth. Old Qinglong's heart skipped a beat, and he had a very bad feeling. That kind of feeling made his heart throb. Even in his decades of martial arts career, no matter how strong he met

The enemy has never felt like this before.

"You...what kind of boxing technique are you doing?" Old Qinglong's eyes widened.

"Fist of an immortal!" Zhuo Bufan made a fist mark, and the vitality in a radius of tens of miles surged wildly, as if he had turned into a black hole and continuously devoured the surrounding vitality.