Two lotuses formed by water mist appeared in front of Zhao Wujiang.
The lotus flower is only the size of a palm, glowing with a faint green light, unremarkable, without any breath.
When Zhao Wujiang danced the third lotus flower, Li Changsheng was already 3.1415926 feet away from him.
Li Changsheng raised his hand and grabbed Zhao Wuyang.
The three lotuses in front of Zhao Wujiang changed in an instant.
Just like Tao gives birth to one, gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things.
Three mist lotuses covered Zhao Wujiang's entire body in an instant.
The transparent water mist is like someone splashing azure oil paint on it, and the lotus flower changes from transparent to blue in the blink of an eye.
Li Changsheng smelled a sense of crisis, which seemed a bit absurd to him.
Now that he has the blessing of his true self and is a Six Tribulations Venerable, he actually feels a crisis?
The vast blue lotus flowers suddenly bloomed, and the green lotus flowers appeared all over the ground in the blink of an eye.
"Qinglian Sword Song!" Zhao Wujiang's face was as pale as paper. He used the Qinglian Sword Song, almost all the sword energy in his body was used up, and he felt that his body was hollowed out.
He raised his hand and swung his sword lightly. He was surrounded by green lotuses, and his sword energy also had a faint green glow.
Just like that, an ordinary sword, an ordinary sword energy, cut through the rain curtain, passed through the rain curtain, and flew towards Li Changsheng without even breaking the rain curtain.
Many of the onlookers were still confused and full of expectations.
Since Zhao Wuyang did not dodge or dodge, the sword energy he displayed should be extremely powerful and terrifying.
But now this sword energy is too bland, just like those displayed by minor cultivators such as the Foundation Building Pill, soft and without momentum.
It seemed that Zhao Wuyang was really exhausted and had no resistance at all.
It's just that the protection of Lu Xiaojin and others was in vain.
Lu Xiaojin's black dress was swaying in the heavy rain. She was somewhat disappointed with Zhao Wuxu's sword.
But she knew it was Zhao Wuyan's fault.
Previously, Li Changsheng in water form was too powerful. Zhao Wuyang was able to sustain only minor injuries under the powerful offensive of Li Changsheng in water form, which is enough to show how tyrannical Zhao Wuyang is.
It's just that Li Changsheng is not at the same level as them, and can almost be regarded as a monk of the previous generation.
With his years of cultivation and the resources of the Li family, Li Changsheng is simply not something that the monks of their generation can compete with.
They are also geniuses and can fight across levels, but they cannot defeat Li Changsheng, who is equally talented and is several levels better than them.
Unless Zhao Wuyang, who is at the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm, can display a great magical power.
But this is even more fanciful.
In the Divine Transformation Realm or even in the early stages of being a Venerable, being able to master minor magical powers is already the limit.
Many powerful monks in the world who have survived many vengeful tribulations have only cultivated small magical powers.
For a person at the pinnacle of the Divine Transformation Realm to master great supernatural powers, it is tantamount to wishful thinking and extremely unrealistic.
Li Changsheng sneered and reached for the sword energy with his big hand.
This green light sword energy is not too fast, and it is not even as fast as the thunder escape technique displayed by Zhao Wuxu.
But when he was about to hold the sword energy.
The sword energy passed through his palm so quietly, then passed through his right arm, and surged towards the rain curtain and mountains in the distance.
He was slightly startled.
The onlookers were also slightly startled. What kind of sword energy is this? It doesn't do any harm at all?
The invisible Fengxu sword in Zhao Wujiang's hand shattered, and his body was almost exhausted, but he could still use the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique.
Deep purple blood continued to pour out of his mouth and nose, and he fell to the ground with a patter.
"Zhao Wuhuang, you should have..." Li Changsheng snorted and was about to pinch Zhao Wuhuang's neck with his right hand.
Suddenly, the entire palm of his right hand was cut diagonally open as if by a sharp weapon, and the four fingers fell straight to the ground. The fracture was as smooth as a mirror.
Li Changsheng's heart trembled, and then he heard another heavy falling sound. He looked sideways and saw that it was his arm.
An inch below the shoulder, the entire right arm slipped heavily and fell into the muddy water.
The fracture was still as smooth as a mirror, and there was no pain or blood.
The next moment, severe pain struck from his tailbone and went straight to the Tianling Cap, dancing in his head like trembling music.
"ah!"
He cried out in heartbreaking pain.
Panic and weakness hit him overwhelmingly, and he heard Zhao Wuxu say in a cold voice:
"Hey, pick up your hand!"
