Chapter 1,482: Today, I will break through the Imperial Martial Arts

"How is this possible?"

Huizhen's eyes widened in disbelief.

His brother is a strong man in the Imperial Martial Realm.

And he is also the holy son of Nandhara Temple.

He was actually defeated by a punch?

At this time, many people in Baoxiangju were attracted by this battle.

They also saw the scene of Holy Son Zhitong being punched away.

Suddenly there was an uproar and a lot of discussion.

"That seemed to be Holy Son Zhitong just now. Why did he appear here?"

"Who is that young man? He was able to beat Holy Son Zhitong with one punch. You must know that Holy Son Zhitong has the strength of the Imperial Martial Realm."

"Saint Son Zhitong, there is also a young man who is not weaker than Saint Son Zhitong. I am afraid that a battle of geniuses will break out today!"

Saint Zhitong is very famous.

Especially in this Nandhara Temple.

Almost no one knows it.

However, Xiao Changfeng was able to defeat the Holy Son Zhitong with one punch, which also surprised many people.

boom!

Among the ruins, rocks pierced the sky.

Then a figure rose into the sky, it was Saint Zhitong.

At this time, Holy Son Zhitong was not seriously injured.

However, the monk's robes on his body were somewhat torn and he looked very embarrassed.

At this time, his face was gloomy, and his eyes were filled with intense anger.

"Nie Zhan, you are looking for death!"

Holy Son Zhitong was angry, and the golden light all over his body became more and more dazzling.

The breath is also getting stronger and stronger.

Whoosh!

He reached out and grabbed it, and immediately took out a magic pestle from the storage ring!

"Holy weapon!"

There was an exclamation from the onlookers.

This demon-conquering pestle is no ordinary weapon.

It is a low-grade holy weapon, but it is different from ordinary holy weapons.

In addition to the power of time, it is also blessed with the light of Buddha.

A powerful aura of subduing demons and monsters flows out, making people fearful.

"Conquer the devil!"

Holy Son Zhitong clasped his hands together, clamped the demon-subduing pestle, and then turned it suddenly.

Buzz!

The Demon-Conquering Pestle began to rotate rapidly, like a high-speed rotating drill.

In an instant, the Demonic Pestle tore through the air and stabbed towards Xiao Changfeng.

Looking from a distance, I saw a golden light piercing the sky.

It complements the Buddha's light on the Golden Light Pagoda, giving it an aura of great power and destruction.

All evil and evil ways must be eradicated.

The power of time on the Demon-Conquering Pestle also appeared instantly.

Time passes!

People or things destroyed by the Demonic Pestle will be destroyed faster.

At this moment, Holy Son Zhitong became really angry.

Use the magic pestle to kill Xiao Changfeng.

He was afraid that if he waited any longer, Mo Wenjian in the room would use up the inherited Buddha's light in the scriptures.

"snort!"

Xiao Changfeng snorted coldly, looked indifferently, and then waved his hand.

Whoosh!

I saw a dark golden sword rainbow roaring out.

The sword rainbow was faster than lightning and cut through the air, causing a harsh sound of breaking through the air.

It seemed as if it was splitting the world into two halves.

The Flying Sword of the Meteor God is the sharpest!

"What? He also has a sacred weapon?"

Huizhen was stunned, and the shock in her heart surged like an angry wave.

Not only him, but other onlookers were also stunned.

How precious are the sacred vessels.

Only saints can refine it, and most of the holy weapons passed down by saints are only in the first class of the saints and saints.

Even if outsiders own it, they are very few.

However, a strange young man also possessed a sacred weapon.

Could he be the holy son of a certain holy land?

Everyone was shocked, but they couldn't guess the origin of Xiao Changfeng.

At this time, the Flying Sword of the Meteor God struck at the Demon Subduing Pestle.

In an instant, the harsh sound of gold and iron echoed.

A brilliant firework lit up, and the Demon-Conquering Pestle was defeated and flew out.

"A middle-grade holy weapon, that is definitely a middle-grade holy weapon!"

There was a cry of surprise from the crowd.

The Demon-Conquering Pestle is a low-grade sacred weapon, and it is bathed in Buddha's light and is extremely powerful.

But he is no match for the opponent's sword.

This proves that the opponent's holy weapon is of higher quality than the Demon-Conquering Pestle.

"Damn it!"

The expression on Saint Son Zhitong's face was extremely ugly.

He didn't expect that Xiao Changfeng also had a sacred weapon, and it was stronger than his own.

This completely failed his previous plan.

The young man in front of me is definitely a formidable enemy.

However, the Leiyin Golden Body Technique is the top skill of Leiyin Temple.

How could he miss it when he finally came across a scripture that had been circulated.

Even if he pays a small price, he is willing to fight once.

"Golden Ring Martial Spirit, come out!"

Holy Son Zhitong shouted, and a brighter golden light suddenly appeared from behind him.

Saint Zhitong is actually a soul warrior.

And his martial spirit is very special.

Although it is a weapon spirit, it is actually a golden ring.

The gold ring is lifelike and glows with metallic luster.

The Buddha's light shines above.

"Seventh grade martial spirit!"

Xiao Changfeng glanced around and saw the level of the Golden Ring Martial Spirit.
To be continued...