"Of course I will fight."
The stage has been set up. Can Chen Qingyuan not sing?
After finishing the gambling, Chen Qingyuan jumped to the sky and looked at Yang Suirong.
Today, Chen Qingyuan was wearing a long blue dress, and his black hair was tied tightly with a dark strip of cloth and put on his back. The belt around his waist swayed with the wind, and the cloth shoes on his feet were stained with a few mud, as if pulling him down from the high position and stained him with a few wisps of red dust.
Buzz--
A sword chanted, and it turned out that the Yulan sword came out of its sheath.
Chen Qingyuan held the sword, and the smile on his face disappeared from an unknown time, as cold as ice. The eyes have also changed, sharp and sharp, like a cold needle.
Once he entered the state of battle, Chen Qingyuan seemed to become another person.
Calm down, arrogant.
On weekdays, he is idle and loves money as much as his life.
During the battle, he was like a god, exuding a strong sense of oppression, which surprised and suffocated his opponents and the audience.
Just a change in his eyes made Yang Suirong have a bad feeling. His heart trembled and his pupils contracted rapidly.
"Ang!"
The sound of a sword broke the strange and depressing atmosphere in the battlefield.
Chen Qingyuan, the sword is out!
The powerful swords gathered together to form a terrible cylindrical storm, and the core of this storm is Yang Suirong from the western frontier.
"The spirit of heaven and earth, the universe, all the laws, edict!"
Yang Suirong's face was so solemn that he quickly formed dozens of seals with his hands.
Swhew, swhw--
Dozens of spiritual charms appeared and rotated around Yang Suirong.
Chen Qingyuan's sword light was cut off and blocked by the power of the spiritual charm.
"Bang"
At a speed that could not be seen with the naked eye, Chen Qingyuan transformed into several remnants and attacked Yang Suirong from different directions.
The rain of swords flooded the void in an instant.
The spiritual charm suspended by Yang Suirong quickly consumed more than half of it.
"It can't go on like this."
If he has not been able to break Chen Qingyuan's offensive, Yang Suirong will definitely not be able to fully defend and be easily defeated.
Therefore, Yang Suirong decided to defend the attack.
Although it is risky, this is the best way to interrupt Chen Qingyuan's attack.
When the last charm collapsed, Yang Suirong took out a long black stick and swept it.
"Wow--"
The black stick swept across and flattened a lot of attacking swords. The powerful power penetrated the void in all directions, distorting the space, and the law here also collapsed. ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ
Even so, Yang Suirong can't guarantee that he can wipe all the threats in one blow.
There are always some swords that come with strange operating routes, cut through the space and fall on Yang Suirong.
"Ding-dong-dong..."
The stabs of hundreds of swords made Yang Suirong's body boundary endure to the limit, and several cracks appeared.
At this moment, Chen Qingyuan suddenly came from the rear and picked up his sword.
"Tear--"
Yang Suirong's body protection boundary couldn't bear it and broke directly. At the same time, a deep sword mark also appeared on his back.
"Tick..."
A drop of blood dripped from the tip of the Yulan sword, fell down, and then was swallowed up by the battle storm.
A tingling hit his heart, which made Yang Suirong clench his teeth. He quickly turned around and threw out a stick, forcing Chen Qingyuan back for a distance.
Regardless of the injury behind his back, Yang Suirong planned to use all the cards, so that Chen Qingyuan would suffer, or even trample him under his feet.
This battle was a gamble on his family. Yang Suirong did not dare to relax at all and must do his best. At some necessary moment, you may have to work hard.
"Boom"
The battle entered another stage. Chen Qingyuan's sword came out like a dragon. Each sword contained extremely strong aggressiveness, which put Yang Suirong under a lot of pressure.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The collision between the sword and the long stick made a loud sound, like thunder, shaking the sky and the earth.
Everyone was staring and holding their hearts tightly, very curious about the direction in which the battle would go.
"I dare to ruin my business. I really owe it!"
Chen Qingyuan just wanted to sit and make money, but this guy in Xijiang didn't allow it, which was really annoying.
In this case, Chen Qingyuan could only come out in person, which made Yang Suirong regret offending himself.
As a demon of Western Xinjiang, Yang Suirong's cultivation has reached the early stage of the divine realm. Originally, he thought that he could easily defeat Chen Qingyuan with his advantages in cultivation.
However, this is not the case.
Chen Qingyuan does not intend to hide the foundation of Shuangdan holy products. If you want to gain a certain reputation among your peers, you can't pretend to be too weak, otherwise you will be easily bullied.
The most important thing is that you can't make money.
The sacred products of Sandan have never been recorded in ancient books. Therefore, Chen Qingyuan will never be exposed until the life-and-death crisis.
Although the foundation of the practice of the two sacred golden elixirs is extremely rare, such characters have also appeared in history, so there is no need to worry too much.
"Wow!"
After dozens of moves, Chen Qingyuan found a flaw in Yang Suirong, waved the sword in his hand, leaving a sword mark on his left cheek, and a ray of blood oozed out.
Yang Suirong touched his cheek when he was fighting, and his eyes became a little fierce. However, no matter how fierce he was, he could never hurt Chen Qingyuan.
"Why is it like this?"
Obviously, there is a big gap between the two sides. Why is the person who has the upper hand always been Chen Qingyuan? Yang Suirong was very puzzled and extremely confused about this point.
After hundreds of rounds, Yang Suirong used all the cards. Even if he used the unique secret of Western Xinjiang, he couldn't help Chen Qingyuan. At most, he made Chen Qingyuan's clothes break a corner.
"Although Chen Qingyuan's cultivation is weak, the power of spiritual power is far above Yang Suirong, which is not right."
"Kendo is superb, and you can be proud of your peers. Even if it is the sword of Dongli Jianzong, it can't stabilize his head on the swordsmanship.
"Look at this situation, I'm afraid that the Tianjiao in Xijiang will lose his family."
Everyone thought that there would be many accidents in this battle, but they didn't think it was Chen Qingyuan's one-sided crushing.
The evils of all parties looked at Chen Qingyuan's moves and wanted to see some clues from it.
"There is more than one golden elixir in the body."
Fu Dongliu, the boss of Xijiang, had been silent just now, and his eyes suddenly lit up and said in a low voice.
After hearing this, the people around him looked at Fu Dongliu by appointment.
"Boss, what do you mean?"
The pride of the Western Xinjiang asked.
"Chen Qingyuan's foundation is very special. Although he only has the cultivation of the early-infancy period, it is not an ordinary early-infancy period. His body can store more spiritual power than other monks in the same realm.
Fu Dongliu said.
No matter what level of cultivation, the golden elixir in the body still exists, symbolizing the foundation of a tall building and the root of a towering giant tree, which is extremely important.