It was natural.
A direct disciple ranked third in the Path of the World killed the ninth reincarnated Bodhisattva of the Wuliang Pavilion in less than the time it took for an incense to burn. This already showed how powerful Liao Sun was.
This kind of power even surpassed the standard of the disciples of the Wuliang Pavilion of the World in the North Region.
However, there were still people who gave him three points and ten points for himself.
Ying 'er felt awkward for Xie Tian.
She sneaked a glance at her young miss. Although she couldn't see anything from her expression, she could feel that her young miss was unhappy and didn't dare to voice out her complaints.
Surprisingly, the young cultivator furrowed his brows.
"What did you see?" The middle aged cultivator asked calmly.
The young cultivator muttered, "Even if one is ranked third in the Path of the World and the other is ranked ninth in the Wuliang Pavilion, the difference shouldn't be this huge …"
"So?"
"A Dao soldier of one person, it's rare." The young cultivator sighed.
Elder Fu nodded, "Dao soldiers are the carrier of the Path of Iron Blood and the Path of Iron Blood is based on military formations and soldiers. His method of turning a Dao soldier with a wave of his hand can even turn a person into a Dao soldier, allowing Liao Sun's battle power to increase rapidly."
"Just this method alone," The middle aged cultivator thought for a while before saying, "is not bad."
"But it is also the source of trouble." Elder Fu smiled and glanced at the silent Dongfang Wu, "Continue watching, the first Bodhisattva is already here, the others are coming soon."
Boundless Dharma.
If the ninth reincarnated Bodhisattva didn't die too quickly, Liao Sun definitely wouldn't have the chance to fight alone.
An hour later, two monks appeared in front of him while he was paving the way for Xie Tian.
"Amitabha …" Seeing Liao Sun, one of the Bodhisattva chanted and said indifferently, "Daoist Liao Sun of the World, do you want to get involved in this?"
Liao Sun who had a huge change in temperament frowned and scolded, "You are just a monk, why are you saying such slang. Boss, Liao Sun wants to fight!"
Just as the two Bodhisattva were shocked that Liao Sun called the little grandmaster of Yin Yang Sect boss, Xie Tian who was at a loss nodded his head …
The battle started.
This battle shook the earth and mountains.
The two Sons of Buddha didn't hold back and joined hands to fight Liao Sun.
Even though the two Sons of Buddha were ranked lower than the Son of Buddha in the first battle, Liao Sun was at a disadvantage right from the start when they worked together.
This kind of disadvantage was like walking on a single tree in a cliff. The slightest bit of carelessness would cause one to slip and fall, and the disadvantage would turn into defeat or even a hopeless situation.
It was rare for the young cultivator to have some interest. He looked very serious.
As he watched the battle seriously, his eyes gradually narrowed, and in the end, there was even a hint of fierceness.
Finally …
"This is the merit of the military formation?"
The young cultivator could not help but speak, and his tone was filled with disbelief.
The middle-aged cultivator calmly replied: "It's not a military formation, but a battle technique."
"What are you talking about?" Hearing that, Ying 'er was confused.
Master Fu also frowned slightly. Hearing Ying 'er's words, he said with a smile, "They are talking about the reason why Liao Sun could maintain the disadvantage for an hour."
"The reason is," Ying 'er said suspiciously, "because Liao Sun's battle techniques are very, very powerful?"
This time, Master Fu and the other two masters all remained silent.
Because if Liao Sun's battle techniques were so powerful, he shouldn't be unknown.
If it wasn't for his battle techniques being so powerful …
"Although the Dao soldier controller can impart the method of changing the military formation, this battle technique …" The young cultivator frowned and muttered, "Could it be that it can be imparted by the Dao soldier controller?"
"Never heard of it." The middle-aged cultivator shook his head.
"If that's the case, Liao Sun's battle techniques are so sharp?"
The middle-aged cultivator's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a while, he calmly said: "It has the shadow of the Battle Sage Celestial Art, but it's not the same."
"Battle Sage Celestial Art?" Ying 'er's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed: "This is Lu …"
"Ying 'er, be careful with your words!" Sister Xue, who had just gotten rid of the feeling of nausea, immediately interrupted.
Ying 'er's neck shrank. She clearly knew that what she said was taboo, but the worship and admiration in her eyes did not decrease.
"No, no …" Master Fu stared at the image for a while, and the frown on his face deepened. "It's strange. The Old Man feels that Liao Sun's battle techniques seem to have the shadow of the Blood Eternal Ancient Sutra?"
The middle-aged cultivator, the young cultivator, and Dongfang Wu immediately looked at Master Fu.
They believed every word that Master Fu said, except for the last one, which made them doubt it.
The Battle Sage Celestial Art was fine.
It came from a taboo, and people could learn it.
But what was the Blood Eternal Ancient Sutra?
It was one of the three taboos in the Prison of Rakshasa!
It was a battle technique that was even more powerful than the real Battle Sage Celestial Art of the Lu Family!
Not to mention cultivators …
There were not many Rakshasa cultivators who were qualified to cultivate the Blood Eternal Ancient Sutra!
"Besides, how can a human cultivate the Blood Eternal Ancient Sutra? Master Fu …"
The young cultivator was doubtful, but Dongfang Wu dared to say it out loud. She asked softly: "Master Fu, does Liao Sun really know the Blood Eternal Ancient Sutra?"
"Well …"
Master Fu hesitated.
He believed in his own judgment, but he was also sure of his own knowledge.
Therefore, he believed that he had seen the shadow of the Blood Eternal Ancient Sutra. At the same time, he was also sure that no one could cultivate the Blood Eternal Ancient Sutra, the taboo of the Prison of Rakshasa.
"One of the characteristics of the Blood Eternal Ancient Sutra is its ability to predict the future." The middle-aged cultivator helped Master Fu out. "Maybe he has cultivated a battle technique similar to the Blood Eternal Ancient Sutra?"
Master Fu smiled bitterly in his heart. He nodded, "Maybe it's possible."
"What a pity. He is such a good talent." The middle-aged cultivator shook his head and sighed.
Dongfang Wu squinted her eyes and asked, "Is Liao Sun's battle technique so extraordinary?"
"My lady, it's more than extraordinary." The young cultivator was full of fighting spirit. "Their talents are similar, and their cultivation levels are similar. However, he can fight against two opponents at the same time and keep the disadvantage for half an hour. Such a battle technique … No!"
The young cultivator's exclamation made Dongfang Wu look at the image immediately.
"He is winning back the advantage … No! No disadvantage … No! He is fighting back! "
The sudden change of the battle scene in the image made the young cultivator change his words several times!
He was trying to win back the advantage!
No disadvantage at the moment!
He started to fight back!
Liao Sun, who seemed to be exchanging injuries for injuries, made everyone, including Master Fu and the middle-aged cultivator, open their eyes wide!
Their eyes were shining!
But it wasn't the look in their eyes!
It was the brilliance of Liao Sun that hadn't faded away yet!
Cultivation level!
Battle strength!
Supernatural power!
Holy pattern!
Origin!
Battle strategy!
Battle wisdom!
Heaven-opening treasure!
…
Liao Sun used all his skills in three seconds!
The countless skills that he used at the same time weren't all at once …
Instead, they were all linked!
Each of them had its own purpose!
He had achieved his goal in every round!
Each of them was winning back the advantage and fighting back!
Bang!
Bang!
Two explosions sounded at the same time, and the two reincarnated Buddhas were blown into pieces.
Puff!
Liao Sun spat out a mouthful of blood, and the thirty-four illusory stars above his head slowly returned to his ocean of consciousness …
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