"Break it!" Lingdao did not dodge, but directly used the Holy Level True Dragon Fist to meet the dragon-slaying sword coming from the front. In a duel between masters, one step is slow and the other is slow. If he defends or dodges with all his strength, he may never have a chance to counterattack. The strength of the black-robed swordsman was much stronger than the phantoms he had encountered before. The black-robed swordsman's sword intention is indestructible, but fortunately Ling Dao's fist intention is not bad either. Compared with the realm and the number of temples, Ling Dao is indeed far behind, but when it comes to will power, Ling Dao is not weak at all. The ferocious fist intention was like Zhu Yan coming to the world, and large-scale wars started one after another, with rivers of blood flowing and corpses strewn everywhere. "He is picking up the holy soldiers with his bare hands again. How confident is he in his physical body?" "Nonsense, he is a real dragon. How strong is the real dragon's physical body? Do you still need me to remind you?" "Are you sure you have seen it? True dragons? Are the true dragons in the early stage of the Holy King Realm capable of shaking the holy soldiers with their bare hands? Are you praising them as true dragons, or are you mocking them? " True dragons are indeed the most physically powerful race in the world, but , the physical body of the true dragon in the early stage of the Holy King Realm is far from strong enough to compete with the Holy Soldiers. They did not deliberately lower their voices, and the dragon warriors not far away could hear them clearly. Even with the strength of the Dragon Clan’s Seventh Palace Saint King, he would not dare to casually take on the Saint Soldiers with his bare hands, let alone the other Dragon Clan’s Saint King Realm warriors. No matter how strong the body of a real dragon is, there is a limit after all. Otherwise, what kind of imperial weapons would the emperor of their dragon clan have to refine? "He is looking for death!" The Holy King of the Seven Temples of the Dragon Clan gave those Holy King Realm warriors a fierce look and said angrily, "If you want to fight, you are welcome at any time. There is no need to be arrogant. Is the physical body of our real dragon strong? Qiang, won't you know if you try it? " Ling Dao's performance in the sixth level of illusion was so dazzling that the Holy King of the Seven Dragon Clan's mouth was so angry that he almost broke it. It happened that at this time, the Saint King Realm warriors from other races were mocking their Dragon Clan warriors in front of him. Due to his identity, he couldn't deal with Ling Dao, but it was completely possible to deal with Saint King realm warriors of other races. "Brother Ao, you are the Holy King of the Seventh Temple after all. Why are you trying to play tricks on my junior brothers and sisters?" The Holy King of the Seventh Temple of the Kunpeng clan is speaking for the Holy King realm warriors of the Kunpeng clan. He is also the Holy King of the Seventh Temple. Naturally, he is not afraid of the Holy Kings of the Seventh Palace of the Dragon Clan. True dragons are unparalleled in physical form, but their Kunpeng is also not bad. Kunpeng's world speed is unmatched by true dragons. When it comes to actually taking action, the Dragon Clan’s Seventh Temple Holy King can take advantage of his physical body, and he can also take advantage of his speed. No matter how strong the body of the Holy King of the Seven Dragon Clan is, if it can't touch him, what's the use? "What do you mean I'm being arrogant? Your junior brother and junior sister mocked our real dragons. Didn't you hear? Are you deaf?" The Seventh Palace Saint King of the Dragon Clan cursed unceremoniously. The Seventh Palace Saint King of the Kunpeng Clan is not afraid of him, and he is not afraid of Kunpeng either. A clan of seven holy kings. What's more, they were still on the steps and couldn't fight at all, unless the Seventh Palace Holy King of the Kunpeng clan got tired of living. "Cang!" The sound was like the clash of swords, and the surface of Ling Dao's fist was covered with dense dragon scales. The dragon-slaying sword struck his fist, not even breaking the dragon scales, so it naturally didn't cause any damage to his fist. Since he dared to use his fist to shake the dragon-slaying sword, he must have confidence in his heart. It is true that he has two deities, but he will not sacrifice any of them unless absolutely necessary. If the black-robed swordsman in front of him really had the strength to kill him, he would not fight against the black-robed swordsman. Whether he can leave this illusory formation is not that important compared to his life. The black-robed swordsman's eyes were full of disbelief. He really didn't expect that a warrior in the early stage of the Saint King Realm could actually block his dragon-slaying sword with his fist. Has he become weaker, or has the current early-stage Saint King realm warrior become too strong? His level is higher than Ling Dao, and Ling Dao was still empty-handed. As a result, his attack was blocked by Ling Dao. If he hadn't experienced it himself, he really wouldn't believe that a warrior in the early Saint King realm like Ling Dao could catch his holy weapon with his bare hands. Fortunately, he and Ling Dao were not warriors of the same era, otherwise, he would have had to live in Ling Dao's shadow. "This is the time!" Ling Dao's right hand firmly grasped the dragon-slaying sword, and his left hand punched again, hitting the black-robed swordsman's head. He just received the holy soldier with his bare hands, which shocked the black-robed swordsman to the point where he became temporarily distracted. If he waits until the black-robed swordsman comes to his senses, it will not be an easy task for him to defeat the black-robed swordsman again. Furthermore, after the battle until now, the black-robed swordsman still has not sacrificed his temple. In other words, the black-robed swordsman still has some strength left. Ling Dao doesn't know exactly how much strength he has left. Anyway, what Ling Dao has to do is to stop the black-robed swordsman before he goes all out.?Defeat the black-robed swordsman in one fell swoop. "Is he going to break through?" The first person to notice the abnormality was the young man in white standing on the 999th floor. Because he saw a prototype of a temple suddenly appeared next to the temple hanging above Lingdao's head. One path after another rushed into the prototype of the temple, causing the prototype of the temple to take shape at a speed visible to the naked eye. Immediately afterwards, the seven holy kings below also looked at the top of 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 stage of the Saint King Realm, then Ling Dao's strength will definitely improve a lot. "I understand, he wants to use the middle stage of the Holy King Realm to break the test of the eight hundred and ninety-nine steps. What a good plan!" The Seven Halls Holy King of the Xian Linglong clan couldn't help but sigh, during the battle , condensing the second temple, the test Ling Dao accepted was still aimed at warriors in the early stage of the Holy King Realm, not those in the middle stage of the Holy King Realm. He definitely didn't believe that Ling Dao had just seized the opportunity to break through. This was obviously planned by Ling Dao in advance. "This kid is so insidious. He even planned the test of the illusion. Is he a demon fox, or are we the demon foxes?" The Seventh Palace Holy King of the nine-tailed demon fox clan was obviously speechless. In his eyes, the real dragon has always been rampant. Yeah, you won't even think about it like this. Unexpectedly, Ling Daosheng taught him a lesson. Real dragons are much more difficult to deal with than he thought. He is not afraid of reckless men, but afraid of reckless men playing tricks. "What you mean is that he was able to break through to the middle stage of the Holy King Realm a long time ago, but he suppressed his own realm and didn't break through until this moment?" "That's not right, he was in Seven Hundred and Ninety-Nine Wasn't he injured when he was climbing the stairs? Why do I feel that he is so alive and well, and there is no trace of injury at all?"