With countless knife attacks, Chen Qingyuan's sharp eyes stared at Fu Dongliu, who was casting spells in the distance, waved a silver gun, overturned the knife light, and accelerated his pace.
"Ang--"
Fu Dongliu realized that the crisis was coming. With a wave of his right hand, a black knife appeared, about a foot long, with a blade on both sides, cold and cold.
"The boss's long sparrow knife."
Everyone in Xijiang recognized this knife, their eyes condensed a little, and their expressions changed greatly.
"A hundred years ago, the ancestors of the main vein worked together to create a holy soldier's sword specially for the old body."
This kind of treatment is placed in the 18 veins of Western Xinjiang, and only Fu Dongliu can enjoy it.
"Chen Qingyuan can force the boss to go all out, and it's not a shame to lose!"
The rest of the heavenly pride knew about this, only envy, but did not dare to be jealous, because they knew that Fu Dongliu had this qualification and was convinced.
In the starry sky, Chen Qingyuan waved a blow with all his strength, shaking all the hundreds of knives blocking the way in front of him.
Then, Chen Qingyuan quickly killed Fu Dongliu, and the silver gun in his hand picked out several gun flowers, smashing the void in front of him, forming a round storm and blocking a huge area.
The space around Fu Dongliu became distorted, and his expression was serious. He pulled out his knife and roared: "Drink!"
"Dong"
The silver gun collided with the Mo Dao, and the outburst pressure fell into the water like a boulder, and the water splashed everywhere, and the momentum was huge.
The wind wave spread far away, and a strong wind was set off in every corner of the ancient star of Yanchang. The sound of roaring sounded through the sky. Many people's clothes were blown and their hair was messy.
"Sheng--"
The two sides confronted each other for a moment and retreated for a distance.
Although Chen Qingyuan is only the cultivation of Yuanying in the later stage, he contains huge spiritual power in his body, which is far beyond his own realm.
In this way, Chen Qingyuan can compete head-on with Fu Dongliu in the later stage of Huashen without falling behind.
"You gave me too many accidents."
Fu Dongliu's array of ten thousand knives was broken, and he had to take out the holy soldier. Among his peers, Chen Qingyuan was the first to force him to use all his strength, shocked and excited.
The two attacked at the same time, the knives and guns collided, and the law clashed.
Fortunately, the battlefield is in the starry sky, otherwise the storm will definitely have a huge impact on the onlookers.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
After hundreds of rounds, Chen Qingyuan's left leg injury was attacked by Fu Dongliu, causing the blood to flow out again, the bone was broken, and the lower body was soaked with blood.
Fu Dongliu also suffered a loss. There was a very deep wound on his left face, which spread from his chin to the corner of his eyes, which was shocking.
If Fu Dongliu's defense hadn't been in time, I'm afraid that half of his face would have been cut off by Chen Qingyuan with a silver gun.
The battle became more and more fierce, and the roar broke the boundaries of the void, spread to the ancient star of Yanchang, and fell into everyone's ears.
"Let's see how fever you can stick to it."
Fu Dongliu reached out and touched the wound on his cheek. His expression was slightly ferocious, and his eyes became sharper and whispered.
Over the years, this is the first time that Fu Dongliu has been hurt by his peers. He is in a complicated mood, with anger, excitement, joy, expectation, loss of face and so on.
It's hard to describe.
The only certainty is that Fu Dongliu changed his original idea and regarded Chen Qingyuan as one of the strongest opponents of his peers.
There is a big difference between the two, and Chen Qingyuan can still fight with Fu Dongliu back and forth. With this alone, there is no second peer in the whole world.
"Chen Qingyuan, do you dare to fight again?"
Fu Dongliu looked at the broken void in front of him, and could faintly see Chen Qingyuan's figure. He used the power of the law and drank loudly.
At the same time, the endless abyss behind it seemed to grow out of a huge tree, containing extremely terrible power.
It is visible to the naked eye. Above the mouth of the abyss, the giant trees are blooming and the branches and leaves are dense.
Such a vision symbolizes the supreme foundation of Fu Dongliu, which is as unpryable as the abyss, and like a towering giant tree with unimaginable vitality.
The ancient laws of the road emerged from the bottom of the abyss, and then flowed around Fu Dongliu.
Although the law has some flaws, which are not so real, this is what Fu Dongliu has come to understand with his own strength.
Thousands of streamers gushed out of the long river, setting off his great figure, as if he were the king of the world, with millions of corpses in anger and bleeding thousands of miles.
"What kind of magic is this?"
The demons from all walks of life below were dumbfounded, and their hearts were wrapped in fear, and their throats seemed to be stuck in something, and it was difficult to breathe.
"I've never seen it."
The people of the 18 veins in the western Xinjiang were also stunned. They had never seen Fu Dongliu show it before. Because in their impression, none of their peers can force Fu Dongliu to use all his strength.
"What a horrible vision. A huge tree is born in the mouth of the abyss, and the law flows for thirty thousand miles."
This battle has just begun, and there are more than a hundred moves. I never thought it would evolve to this point, which shocked everyone present.
Fu Dongliu planned to devote his life to what he had learned without leaving any effort.
Once he took action, Fu Dongliu could not stop at the critical moment.
"Why don't you dare?"
Chen Qingyuan slowly walked out of the broken space, holding a silver gun diagonally in his right hand and wearing a blood-stained white dress. Although his voice was not loud, it directly hit the soul.
Hearing this, Fu Dongliu smiled.
This is my opponent. I am not afraid of death and fight hard.
No matter what the future is, you, Chen Qingyuan, are the strongest opponent in my life.
In order to show respect for Chen Qingyuan, Fu Dongliu will not have any reservations and must use all his strength to defeat him.
"If you are a metortal in this battle, he will pay tribute to you every year."
Fu Dongliu waved his hand and summoned the law, as if he were bathed in it, unparalleled.
"Don't be too confident in yourself." Chen Qingyuan took dozens of miles in one step, with a ghost and a voice, deafening: "My strength, do you really see through it?"
As soon as the words fell, the silver gun in Chen Qingyuan's hand trembled slightly, and infinite power gushed out, like a volcanic eruption, which instantly flooded the area.
From the beginning of the war to now, Chen Qingyuan has not used the real power of the silver gun. He only regards the silver gun as an indestructible thing, so as to give full play to his ability of the long gun.
The little wisdom of the silver gun has been in a deep sleep.
At this moment, since Fu Dongliu has done his best, Chen Qingyuan certainly can't hide it.
The foundation of the three elixics can't be exposed unless necessary.
As for the other cards, if you can't hide them, you don't have to hide them.
"Wow--"
The old silver gun began to wake up.
Even if there is only one wisp of fragment left in the wise, it can only show one-ten-thousandth of the power of the gun in its heyday, which is extraordinary and vulgar.