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Chapter 199 The Battle of Immortal Cultivators
"...It's you." Qingqiu looked at the young man in front of him with some confusion, and said after a while, "I didn't expect that you also became an immortal cultivator."

Sure enough, it was all destined.

Back then, he would replace Wei Sichen's fortune with such a bad one, because the other party was born by destiny, and was the life of the most noble, and his luck was too strong.

Ordinary bad luck can't suppress his luck, so he will be suppressed with such extreme bad luck, making him have no relatives since he was a child, weakening his luck.

He even concealed it when he was tested for the rare dark spirit root. Even if it is not guaranteed to completely cut off his path to immortality, it can delay the best and most prosperous time for him to cultivate immortality.

I thought everything was going according to plan, but I didn't expect...

Sure enough, although immortal cultivators go against the sky, they can't go against the sky after all.

Perhaps his current fate is the punishment of heaven for trying to hide evil intentions from Destiny's Child.

What disturbed him the most was that although he couldn't see the other party's cultivation base, but from the sense of coercion exuded, the other party's cultivation base was definitely higher than his own, perhaps even higher than his peak.

Looking at the young face of the other party, even if he started practicing at the age of eight, it was only more than ten years.

But it has been almost 30 years since I started practicing, and it is still because I spent most of the time in the ancient continent, and I have been stuck in practicing Qi Dzogchen.

Or is there a high teacher behind the other party?Or was he accepted as a disciple by some big sect?

No, at his age, if he is accepted as a disciple by the sect of the ancient mainland, he will definitely not be left to stay in the world to kill time.

Furthermore, if the other party really has such a backer, why should he suffer those grievances and ridicules for so many years.

Immortal cultivators are all arrogant, how could they allow little mortals to laugh and curse.

For a moment, there were thousands of thoughts in his mind, but he couldn't figure out any of them. He could only look at the young man across from him in astonishment.

Those black eyes that seem to be compatible with the dark night are just as empty as when I saw them before.

But the emptiness at this moment, he knew that it wasn't the disheartened, numb and hateful thing he thought before, but the indifference and indifference to everything.

Indeed, with such a talent, such luck, such spiritual roots, and a master behind the scenes that no one dares to offend, how could he still look at Fanchen's useless wealth and power, and that false family affection?
Qingqiu laughed at himself, clenched the reins unconsciously, his voice was a little hoarse and depressed, "May I ask the Third Prince what advice you have?"

Wei Sichen just looked at him coolly, holding the rein with one hand, and putting the other on the back of the horse's neck, patting one after the other, his movements were careless, but the coercion and evil spirit released from his whole body made it hard to breathe .

Sensing the cold and evil spirit that rushed over like a figure in an instant, Qingqiu's hand holding the rein twitched with blue veins, his eyes sank, and he just pursed his lips tightly to confront him.

As if he had enjoyed enough of the change in the other party's expression, Wei Sichen hooked the corners of his mouth evilly, and said in a careless and lazy voice, "The debt has not been paid off, can your Excellency get away with it?"

What he said was terrifying.

Qingqiu tightly pressed a soft sword hanging from his waist, "So your Excellency intends to kill and take revenge? Don't forget that this is the mortal world."

"So what." He slowly drew out the long sword at his waist, his tone still calm and lazy, but the moment the long sword was drawn out, it had already condensed a layer of sharp spiritual power. The moment the sound fell, it was like a bolt of lightning shooting out.

The horse neighed in horror, then fell to the ground.

Qingqiu's pupils shrank, regardless of the rules and regulations, he quickly used his spiritual power to avoid it, flew down a few meters, and at the same time sacrificed a palm-sized black gold nine-petal lotus from his sleeve.

The lotus disintegrated instantly in the void, and the nine-petal lotus was combined into a nine-section single whip with barbs. At the same time, a crimson treasure, half the size of a palm, shaped like a harp was sacrificed.

As soon as the harp came out, silent sound waves sounded, as if forming circular ripples trapping Wei Sichen in the middle.

At the same time, Qing Qiu also attacked him with a single black gold whip.

From this series of actions alone, it can be seen that the other party is not as gentle and harmless as it appears on the surface. In that cannibalistic world of immortal cultivation, the other party may have fought life and death more than once.

This point, perhaps the current Wei Sichen is not as good as it is.

It's just a one-shot attack, and Wei Sichen definitely has no shortage of actual combat experience, so he just stagnated for a moment, so he took the sword to split the sound wave layer of the harp with the momentum of opening a mountain.

Ling Rui's sword energy turned around, and shot into Konghou's mouth like a meteor that quickly fell down the night sky.

In an instant, the harp exploded, sending out a final mournful cry, and the sound waves attacked indiscriminately.

Qingqiu's complexion changed slightly, and his movements also stagnated for a moment.

But in this short period of time, the best attack opportunity has been missed, and it has created a counterattack opportunity for the opponent.

The soul-stirring sword energy came oncoming, Qingqiu could only lift a single whip and barely opened it, and the person was pushed back by this force and fell more than ten meters, his face turned pale.

Looking down at the single whip in his hand, he saw a gap in one of the lotus petals.

Knowing that the opponent's strength might be higher than what he expected, Qingqiu didn't dare to hide any more, and quickly threw two treasures to cooperate with the attack.

Distressed beyond measure.

Those treasures were obtained almost by his life, or he used the spirit stones he had accumulated for a long time to forge in the Artifact Refining Pavilion.

This is only one cover and one is lost, and now these two are probably hard to keep.

But if life is gone, everything is empty talk. If you can escape today, you will definitely get it back a hundred times in the future!
Suppressing the surging blood in his heart, Qingqiu's attacks became more and more fierce, with ruthless moves.

It was Wei Sichen's first time facing magic weapon attacks. Although he was affected at first, he was able to find the restraint and cracking methods of these magic weapons in an instant.

This method of cracking seems to come from instinct, and there is already feedback in the brain at the moment of contact, and it seems to be very familiar with these.

After a few tricks, two more treasures were completely destroyed, Qingqiu suffered some injuries, and his face was extremely ugly.

He quickly took out a bottle of Gathering Spirit Pill from the Qiankun bag, poured a few pills into his mouth without caring about his heartache, and then threw out two more magic weapons in one go, and continued to attack while looking for a way to escape.

Wei Sichen's cultivation base is above him, and his swordsmanship is extraordinary. In addition, because of the forced contract with Xu Yanqing, his foundation has not been restored, so he is not the other party's opponent at all.

Wei Sichen looked at the flying magic weapon, but this time he didn't directly destroy it like before, but broke the spiritual seal on the magic weapon, holding the two magic weapons in his hand, he finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of essence while watching with a smile. A light mound of blood.

"If there is any other treasure, just take it out at once, so as to save trouble, my patience is very limited."

Qingqiu spat out a mouthful of blood again, but this time he was angry.

(End of this chapter)