The strongest immortal emperor in history

Chapter 129
"Heh! You're still quite arrogant, so we won't let go. Let's see what you can do." A monk said in a stern voice.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Several other monks laughed when they heard Zhou Qi's words.

"Boy, I don't care where you come from, leave these three female cultivators behind, and you and that idiot can go away." The monk surnamed Feng who had been staring at the three of Gongyehui said.

"Boy, did you hear my senior brother's words? Leave a few female cultivators here and let us have a good time. If you don't want to get out, grandpa doesn't mind giving you a live erotic play."

"Ha ha ha ha"

Several monks laughed again.

"Snapped!"

A slap rang out, and the unvirtuous monk spurted out a mouthful of blood, and a few teeth flew out along with it, and half of the monk's cheek suddenly swelled up.

Seeing Zhou Qi standing there as if he hadn't moved, the monk showed a strange look of anger on his face: "You dare to hit me, boy, even if you want to leave now, you have to ask grandpa, I agree." No promise."

Zhou Qi didn't even look at the screaming monk, but stared at the monk surnamed Feng. The monks here all looked forward to the monk surnamed Feng.

"Boy, who are you?" Cultivator Feng asked with a sullen face. Zhou Qi's speed just now made him feel a little jealous.

"I'll say it again, leave the monsters behind, and you can get out, otherwise don't blame me for killing." Zhou Qi dismissed the question of the monk named Feng, and reiterated.

"Heh! Hehe." The monk surnamed Feng has never been so underestimated before, and now he smiled angrily: "You are so arrogant, I want to see what you have, dare to speak so shamelessly."

The monk surnamed Feng was really angry. A mere fifth-level monk in the spirit-gathering period dared to be so arrogant in front of his first-level monk in the divine development period. I don't know who trained him.

"I don't know how your master trained you. You are so reckless. I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your master today." The monk surnamed Feng said.

"You are not worthy." A cold voice sounded in the ears of cultivator Feng, who suddenly felt something was wrong, and there was a sharp pain in his arm, and cultivator Feng performed a secret technique, and his figure disappeared out of thin air. In the same place, after his figure disappeared, Zhou Qi's figure appeared in the place where the monk surnamed Feng was just now. At this time, Zhou Qi was holding an arm in his hand, and the monk surnamed Feng appeared a hundred feet away, One arm was torn off by Zhou Qi, and he looked at Zhou Qi with a pale face.

"You escaped quickly." Zhou Qi said coldly, looking at the monk surnamed Feng who was hundreds of meters away.When the cultivator surnamed Feng insulted his master, Zhou Qi used the blood mist escape and came to the cultivator surnamed Feng, intending to kill the cultivator surnamed Feng in one fell swoop. Ten blood Bodhisattvas are enough for him to use the Blood Mist Dungeon for a period of time without any scruples, and he can also see that among this group of monks, this monk surnamed Feng has the highest cultivation level, has broken through the stage of Yanshen, and shoots people first. Shooting the horse, the king was the first to capture the thief, so Zhou Qi immediately attacked the monk surnamed Feng.

Unexpectedly, this cultivator surnamed Feng is worthy of being a cultivator of the Yanshen Stage, and he discovered something was wrong at the first time, and escaped by using a secret technique, but Zhou Qi ripped off an arm.

"boom"

Seeing that Zhou Qi actually tore off one of his senior brother's arms, the other cultivators were terrified and scattered around, fearing that they would be torn apart if they approached Zhou Qi.

"You dare to hurt me, you want to die." Cultivator Feng's face was pale, with a look of hatred in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to caress the wound, he did not know what elixir was applied, immediately the blood spattering from the wound stopped, A thin layer of blood scab.

Then, the monk surnamed Feng rushed into the sky with a flying sword on his feet. He knew Zhou Qi's tyrannical body, and he would never give Zhou Qi a chance to get close.

After flying into the air, the cultivator surnamed Feng held out a flying sword exuding a deep blue light. The flying sword was like a blue dragon, moving flexibly in the air, and the sword glow spit out by the flying sword turned into a vivid blue dragon in the air. , Mighty and unparalleled, with an unrivaled momentum, a powerful aura locked on Zhou Qi and bit towards Zhou Qi.

Zhou Qi also had a flying sword on his feet, moving flexibly in the air, avoiding the attack of the blue dragon, but no matter how he evaded, the blue dragon was like a living thing, biting Zhou Qi tightly, threatening to It is impossible to tear him apart.

"call"

Zhou Qi slapped a Qingyuan Chunyang Palm, and the Qingyuan Chunyang Palm radiated brilliance in the air, green and white, as if it was real. With the deepening of Zhou Qi's cultivation, the power of this Qingyuan Chunyang Palm also increased. The power is very powerful, and can be compared to the low-grade exercises of the heavens.

The Qingyuan Chunyang Palm met the Qingjiao Jianmang in the air, emitting a dazzling blue light and a loud sound, the Qingjiao Jianmang opened his mouth angrily, and actually swallowed the Qingyuan Chunyang Palm.

"burst!"

Seeing the Qingyan Jianmang swallowing the Qingyuan Chunyang palm, Zhou Qi's face remained calm, and he gave a cold drink. Suddenly, he saw the Qingjiao Jianmang's stomach suddenly swell, and then let out a loud roar. With a loud noise, the Qingjiao Jianmang was blown into dozens of pieces and dissipated into the air.

Seeing that Zhou Qi had easily deciphered his green dragon sword light, the face of the monk surnamed Feng became even more gloomy. He did not expect that this little thief was not only physically tyrannical, but also had much stronger mana in his body than ordinary fifth-level monks in the spirit-gathering period. Even a cultivator from the eighth heaven of the spirit-gathering period would not be able to dispel this sword glow of his own so easily.

"Humph!"

The cultivator surnamed Feng snorted coldly, and then issued three blue dragon sword lights, twisting towards Zhou Qi, and then said to the cultivators below: "Idiot, what are you doing here, take the other four people down for me. Remember, don't hurt the lives of those three women." The implication is that they don't care about Lei Meng's life or death.

"Yes, Second Senior Brother."

The following few monks were told by the monk surnamed Feng, and they suddenly woke up like a dream, and they rushed towards Gongyehui and others. Lei Meng and Xiao Leiyin swung their sticks, and they were the first to force towards a monk. The speed was so fast that Lei With lightning speed, he came to a cultivator in the blink of an eye, and stretched out the small thunder stick, and the heavy stick shadow wrapped the cultivator inside.

"what!"

This cultivator never expected that there would be two cultivators practicing melee combat in a small team. They were surrounded by heavy sticks and immediately left dozens of sticks on their bodies by Xiao Leiyin's stick. Lei Meng's little Leiyin The force of the stick was heavy, and dozens of sticks came down, smashing the monk to a pulp.

Seeing this situation, several other monks flew their swords into the air one after another, and they dared not get closer to Lei Meng anymore. After a certain distance, the flying swords, spells, and magic talismans all rushed towards Lei Meng and Gongyehui. In the past, for a while, the sky was filled with countless flying swords and spells, covering the sky and the sun.

Lei Meng saw that he couldn't get close for a while, so he retreated to Gongyehui's side. The little Leiyin stick danced like a wheel, and swept away the flying swords one by one. Gong Yehui also stepped on the flying sword and flew into the air, like Fairy Lingbo, resisting the attacks of two monks alone.

Gong Yehui sacrificed a pure yang sword, an unrivaled magic weapon, and defeated the other two flying swords in the air. He raised his hand and made two pure yang big handprints. To the two monks in the air.

The power of the Chunyang Mahamudra in the hands of Gongyehui is much greater than that of other monks. As a pure Yang body, she has a bonus effect on the Chunyang Mahamudra, and its power is overwhelming.

Facing the Chunyang Mahamudra, two monks felt the great coercion, and sacrificed their self-defense magic weapons one after another. One monk slapped a magic spell like a maple leaf, spinning and cutting towards the Chunyang Mahamudra, and the Chunyang Mahamudra touched Seeing a monk's protective magic shield, he slapped the magic shield to pieces with a single palm, and another monk's maple leaf-shaped spell was also scattered by the Chunyang Mahamudra. The cultivator's protective spirit cover made a creaking sound when he slapped it, and it was about to shatter.

Facing Gong Yehui, the two monks couldn't do anything good at all, but were forced into a mess by Gong Yehui.

Linger and Leilei sacrificed several talismans one after another, and attacked the enemies besieging them to relieve Lei Meng's pressure. For a while, the two sides fell into a stalemate.

(End of this chapter)