The myth of crossing the heavens

Chapter 281 God of War

"Then try!"

After Yi Qingchen said a word, the long sword in his hand suddenly disappeared, and thousands of sword lights flashed around him.

Just right, a circle of black flames fell and collided with Jian Guang.

The old man is immoral, and seems to be doing homely things with Yi Qingchen, but he is secretly doing evil things.

Fortunately, Yi Qingchen is not a simple person, she has already realized that something is wrong.

Black on black, but bursting out with a strong light.

Intense light burst out, forming a huge halo that swept hundreds of feet.

Han Li's face turned pale with fright, and he felt like a small piece of paper under a stormy sea.

May be torn apart at any time.

Yi Qingchen stretched out his hand to pull Han Li to his side, and the space around him fluctuated again and again, laying down several layers of space barriers first.

The energy fluctuated violently, faintly rushing into the space barrier.

"It's a bit strong, the attack strength is at least ten times that of Soul Broken Realm."

A thought flashed in Yi Qingchen's mind, he had already confirmed that the old man's identity was Xiang Zhili, a strong man in the transformation stage.

Only an old monster in the transformation stage can launch such a tyrannical attack casually.

Knowing that the coming person is in the stage of transforming into a god, Yi Qingchen of course dare not neglect.

With a thought, the 'Lightning Control Technique' was used.

rumbling...

The thunder roared, and one after another thunder ripped through the sky like a silver dragon.

In an instant, dozens of bolts of thunder fell on Xiang Zhili's head.

Xiang Zhili pointed upwards unhurriedly, and a brocade handkerchief flew out from his head, and it instantly became several feet in size.

The Jinpa hit by thunder after wave kept sinking, and it was almost impossible to break through the Jinpa's defense.

Xiang Zhili's face changed, and he hurriedly counted upwards several times, finally raising the brocade handkerchief again.

He couldn't help muttering in his heart.

This kid has something, don't accidentally capsize in the gutter.

Xiang Zhili gently pushed forward with the palm of his hand, and an invisible force surged out, as if a hill was falling over him.

Then he recited the incantation, held up the shining mirror and shot black light at Yi Qingchen.

There was no fireworks in this move, but the movement it caused was enormous.

Where the invisible giant force passed, the ground rumbled and continued to collapse, as if a hole had been plowed out.

The earth shakes, the sky and the earth change color.

The monks in Huangfeng Valley have not found many, and they popped up from all around to watch.

Among them is the ancestor of the alchemy stage who can tell if it is wrong just by looking at it.

"Run away, it's a big monk's fight!"

All the monks fled in all directions, jumping around for a while.

A stern look flashed in Yi Qingchen's eyes, and he pointed out abruptly.

The ray of Zhanyuan sword converged and disappeared suddenly.

Xiang Zhili frowned, and was slashed by the flying sword that appeared suddenly, turning into an afterimage and disappearing.

Ten feet away, he reappeared, his complexion a little red.

The Zhanyuan Sword followed closely behind him, and the edge of the sword was still sharp.

Xiang Zhili was keenly aware of the terrifying power contained in the flying sword.

If it wasn't for an automatically activated defensive magic weapon on him just now, it is very likely that his body would be cut off.

Frightened, Xiang Zhili immediately took out a gleaming golden stick, and struck out against the Zhan Yuan Sword.

boom!
The void vibrated, making a violent explosion sound.

The terrifying air wave swept across thousands of feet, directly tearing apart the mountain where the three of them were.

Yi Qingchen raised his skill, and the Great Golden Pill was swallowed at a high speed, and in an instant, a huge amount of real energy was poured into the Zhanyuan Sword.

The light of the Zhanyuan sword converged inside, and silently greeted the golden stick.

The expression on the face of the next moment is ugly.

His attack never came to fruition.

Whether it is an invisible hill or a beam of light from a mirror, it disappears out of thin air halfway through.

On the contrary, the opponent's pitch-black flying sword was so powerful that it cut off his Five Immortal Stick directly.

This made him not only embarrassed.

Do you really want to do it?

So far, he has only tried a sledgehammer, and has not really mobilized the power of heaven and earth to attack.

After all, once the power of heaven and earth is mobilized, life essence will be consumed.

Xiang Zhili is only interested in Yi Qingchen's weird situation, and has not found any treasures that attract him.

If you spend your lifespan for this, the loss outweighs the gain.

Of course, if Yi Qingchen really has the kind of treasure that prolongs life or ascends to the spirit world, he will grab it even if he desperately tries.

"Wait a minute, fellow daoist has a high level of cultivation. Today is old man Meng Lang. Please forgive me, fellow daoist."

Xiang Zhili resolutely confessed, and shouted loudly.

Yi Qingchen raised his Zhan Yuan sword and floated in mid-air, it was about to fall.

The wonderful sword energy filled the heaven and the earth, causing the monk Huang Fenggu's blood to boil and his soul to shake, and he hurriedly fled further.

Xiang Zhili God also felt that the blood in his body was about to move, so he couldn't help being even more fearful, and directly sacrificed the spirit treasure.

"Hit when you want, stop when you want, do you think poor people are made of mud?"

Yi Qingchen said coldly: "You are the first to start today, then I will finish it."

"cut!"

The sword energy all over the sky suddenly disappeared, and the Zhanyuan sword sucked all the sword energy between the heaven and the earth, and jumped in front of Xiang Zhili.

A sword, cut down.

Xiang Zhili's expression changed suddenly, and he had long forgotten whether he would consume his life essence.

A nine-story golden pagoda flew out from above Xiang Zhili's head, swelled several feet in size in the face of the wind, and emitted thousands of golden lights to meet Zhan Yuanjian.

At this time, Patriarch Linghu had just left the customs to check the changes in the sect, and his expression changed wildly when he saw the nine-story golden tower.

"Tiantian Lingbao..."

As soon as he turned around, he turned his head and fled backwards.

Now he still has hundreds of years of lifespan, how can he fight against an invincible enemy for Huang Fenggu.

The aura flashed, and the energy surged wildly.

A terrifying energy storm erupted from the intersection of the two magic weapons, sweeping towards the surroundings at a high speed.

The earth cracked and the mountains collapsed.

The nearby hilltops all disappeared, and the buildings and palaces within them also disappeared without a trace.

The disciple of Huang Fenggu who hadn't escaped far shivered and ran out with all his strength.

The nine-story golden pagoda's light was overwhelming, and the black sword light it illuminated continued to melt away.

Suddenly, Zhan Yuanjian wailed and flew back backwards.

Xiang Zhili's aura soared, the nine-story golden pagoda tilted slightly in Yi Qingchen's direction, but did not fall down.

Yi Qingchen caught the Zhanyuan sword and sighed inwardly.

After all, the refining method of Zhan Yuan Sword is not successful, far inferior to Xiang Zhili's nine-story golden tower.

If he hadn't expected it in advance, the Zhanyuan sword was poured with a lot of real energy to protect the sword body, I'm afraid the sword would be shattered by the nine-story golden tower.

Yi Qingchen took the Zhanyuan Sword into his body to warm it up, thinking that he should refine the Zhanyuan Sword again according to the method of refining weapons in this world.

His face remained calm, the anger on his face turned into a smile, and he praised: "Fellow Daoist really has the ability, the power of your golden tower is far stronger than my flying sword, poor Dao admits it, the relationship between us The grievances are over."

Xiang Zhili had a nine-story golden pagoda on his head, and his eyes sparkled.

Just now one blow seemed to decide the winner, but it didn't tell the difference.

The opponent's fault is that Feijian is not as good as his pagoda, not that he is weaker than him in mana.

Looking at the other party's calm appearance now, no one knows if he has a better magic weapon.

The most important point is that the use of the nine-story golden pagoda has already begun to consume his lifespan.

The wind can't last long!
Xiang Zhili's thoughts turned in his mind, and he suddenly retracted the nine-story golden pagoda.Smilingly, he said: "Fellow daoists can say whatever they want, but fellow daoist's strength has already reached the stage of transforming gods, so it's better not to intervene in the trivial matters of the world of cultivating immortals, otherwise all the monks in the stage of transforming gods will be besieged."

(End of this chapter)