A figure in black clothes with short hair suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Lian. It was Gu Qing who was cut down from mid-air by a middle-aged scribe who looked like a scribe, smashed the mountain bag, and fell into a deep pit underground.
at this time.
Gu Qing's black clothes were half in pieces and he was a little embarrassed.
Wisps of golden light flowed from his figure.
Follow this golden light.
The injuries caused by Gu Qing falling to the ground at high speed from mid-air were all eliminated in an instant. Only a deep blood mark cut his upper body flesh into two halves. Among the blood marks, there was a silvery white streak. Colorful electric light flowed, hindering the recovery of his injuries.
Black and red blood came out of the blood marks and flowed freely.
raging……!
All the black and red blood turned into steaming blood flames and burned, making the golden light covering Gu Qing's figure look a little mixed.
Gu Qing's expression was extremely cold. He spoke with his spiritual consciousness and said: "The junior took the sword from the senior, but felt the long-lost stretch of muscles and bones. I wonder if the senior would be willing to use a few more swords to loosen the muscles and bones of the junior. Junior I must be grateful.”
Said.
Gu Qing clenched his fist fiercely.
The dimmed Near Talisman and Mountain Shaking Talisman in his hand turned into fine powder, which was blown around by the airflow brought about by his clenched fist.
The two pieces of talisman paper were turned into powder and scattered among them.
Gu Qing punched the approaching middle-aged scholar like a millstone with all his strength.
A bright golden light lit up from his figure, and Gu Qingru turned into a golden little sun. This was the first time he unleashed the power of the ancient demon without any reservation. When he punched, his figure was... He lifted up and instantly transformed into a little giant more than ten feet tall.
The expression of the middle-aged scribe Zhixiu changed slightly.
His figure stopped in mid-air.
"Good physique!"
The light in Xiu Xiu's eyes, who looked like a middle-aged scribe, soared.
He stood in the air with his hands behind his back. As soon as he thought, countless bright white light points gathered from the sky and the earth, condensing within a hundred feet around him, covering Gu Qing and Zhou Lian at the same time.
Gu Qing's punch landed at this moment.
boom!
The space within a hundred feet seemed to tremble slightly.
The power of Gu Qing's punch was exhausted, and a counter-shock force made his fist numb. The punch he punched with all his strength did not even lift the clothes of the middle-aged scribe.
Gu Qing was unaware of this.
The golden light around him flowed, and he punched out again. His hands alternately punched, like wind rollers. Golden fist shadows spread all around. The cold wind of the fist blew away the middle-aged scribe who looked like a cultivator in a space of more than ten feet around him. The stagnant power crushed them all.
Zhou Lian, who was able to escape, hurriedly used his sword to escape to the side and downwards.
In just half a breath.
Gu Qing was already using the power of the ancient demon and punched hundreds of punches with all his strength.
There seemed to be countless cracks spreading in the space within a hundred feet.
This is not the legendary space rift.
It is the power of heaven and earth that has been gathered by cultivating the appearance of a middle-aged scribe.
The middle-aged scribe who looked like Xiu retreated repeatedly, his expression already quite embarrassed, and he looked at Gu Qing with a hint of deep fear.
"This boy's physique is probably equivalent to that of a monk at the third level of Foundation Establishment, who has been reborn! If I want to kill this boy, it is not safe to destroy his Dantian. It would be best to cut off his head..."
Think about it this way.
Click!
With the power of heaven and earth he had gathered, a gap opened in the solidified space of a hundred feet, and he couldn't help but fly backwards several feet, seemingly out of strength.
Gu Qing saw a close talisman appear again in his hand.
His figure flashed.
He almost looks like a middle-aged scribe.
"Senior, why haven't you drawn your sword yet? Could it be that you despise the junior and despise the Xianhe sect from which the junior comes?" He asked coldly.
Don't wait for Xiu Xiu, who looks like a middle-aged scholar, to answer.
Gu Qing punched again, and another...
In just one thousandth of an instant.
Gu Qing was already heading towards the middle-aged scribe who looked like a cultivator, and punched five times with all his strength. He punched out like a dragon, and the golden shadow of his fist landed on the face of the middle-aged scribe who looked like a cultivator, but was immediately eliminated.
The huge power of spiritual consciousness emanated from the middle-aged scribe's eyebrows, and there seemed to be a huge shadow between the sky and the earth. The light and shadow changed in an instant, and a silvery white light condensed on his figure. The armor, the shadow of Gu Qing's fist fell on the silver-white armor mountain.
puff!
But it was like a handful of sand in the strong wind, suddenly scattered.
Gu Qing's five punches were almost useless!
His heart was shocked.
"As expected of a foundation-building practitioner! It's just that this person's spiritual consciousness seems to be a little worse than that of the Hehuan Dao I killed who was suspected of being a foundation-building practitioner." Gu Qing thought about it, and punched the center again. Xiu, who looked like a young scribe, transformed into a golden fist shadow and crushed him away.
Unless he is unwilling to use other means.
At present, the only thing he can match against the foundation-building cultivator is the power of the ancient demon. He has never learned any fighting methods. Unless he uses the Guixu Finger, he can only attack in such a simple and crude way.
The middle-aged scribe looked like Xiu, with an expression of indifference on his face. The spiritual power in his body surged like an erupting volcano. He watched quietly as Gu Qing in front of him kept hitting his silver-white armor with fists.
"His attack is rough, he probably doesn't know how to fight."
Realize this.
Zhixiu, who looked like a middle-aged scholar, felt a little relieved.
The spiritual power in his body finally reached its peak, and powerful spiritual pressure radiated from his body in all directions, shaking away the clouds and mist that gathered within a thousand feet.
"Condensation!"
The middle-aged scholar-looking Xiu shouted lowly.
He also refers to it as a sword.
He pointed toward Gu Qing, who looked like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, and then his consciousness shrank towards the center, focusing on Gu Qing's body.
Gu Qing's figure suddenly froze.
The face of the middle-aged scribe Zhixiu turned pale for a moment.
Using his spiritual consciousness to control Gu Qing, who is so powerful, even with the foundation-building skills of a middle-aged scribe, it is still extremely difficult. Even if he can barely do it, the consumption of every moment is incalculable.
Zhixiu, who looked like a middle-aged scribe, stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air.
He grabbed a ball of silver light and slashed it towards Gu Qing's neck.
Click!
Between heaven and earth, a silvery-white brilliance passed by.
This silvery-white brilliance seemed to have cut off the blazing sunlight above the clouds and cut off the surrounding scenery. There was a pop of sound on the mountains below, and an unknown deep crack appeared.
The feeling of life and death crisis immediately emerged in Gu Qing's heart.
His figure, which was more than ten feet tall, suddenly grew again.
I don't know when another mountain-shaking talisman was held in his hand, and it was already activated. Under the blessing of this mountain-shaking talisman, he forcibly broke away from the spiritual consciousness of the middle-aged scribe who looked like a cultivator, and grabbed the silver-white talisman with one hand. The color was brilliant, but I only felt a sharp pain.
The silver-white brilliance passed through the flesh between his palms and fell on his golden bones, cutting a crack on his bones.
Just when this crack appeared on his metacarpal bone, he lost his grip on the silver-white arm.
The silvery-white brilliance wrapped around Gu Qing's palm and fell on his neck. The silvery-white brilliance passed through his fingers, leaving tiny blood marks on his neck.
Stab!
Under this silver-white brilliance, Gu Qing turned into a ball of lightning again, flying thousands of feet backwards in a flash, smashing countless rocks, crushing more than a dozen towering ancient trees, and cutting off a mountain stream.
Boom!
He created a deep pit again.
Click!
The Lanjiang Flying Sword that had been with him for many years broke away from his feet and turned into debris in the sky.
Xiu, who looks like a middle-aged scholar, is
His expression was gloomy.
since he showed up.
His expression had never been so gloomy.
"What kind of spiritual talisman is this person urging? It can actually complement the power of his body, allowing him to forcefully break free from the grasp of my spiritual consciousness!" The middle-aged scribe-like cultivator had a gloomy expression as he thought about it.
He stretched out his hand.
Silver-white brilliance flew out from the deep pit that was broken by the broken mountain stream, and was held in his hand.
This is a silver flying sword.
He put the sword away.
Suddenly he turned his head and looked at Zhou Lian.
However, they discovered that Zhou Lian had fled thousands of feet away.
The appearance of a middle-aged scribe is cultivated with a thought.
He moved towards Zhou Lian's direction and crossed several thousand feet in a flash. He only needed to take one more step to capture Zhou Lian.
But Xiu Xiu, who looked like a middle-aged scribe, was about to take another step when a golden light suddenly hit his side.
Gu Qing, with one arm hanging down, held a dim talisman of closeness in his mouth, and his figure flashed to the side of Xiu who looked like a middle-aged scribe. On his figure, the golden light surged again.
"Senior's sword, this junior's sword was very satisfying."
Gu Qing's consciousness spoke.
In this moment together.
The black flame sword he took out from the space of the stone tablet seemed to be burning with blood-colored flames. He held the sword as wide as the door board and slammed it down at the middle-aged scribe who looked like a cultivator!
He looks like a middle-aged scholar, and his eyes are about to crack.
After the previous sword was slashed, the spiritual power in his body was less than 30%. His spiritual consciousness was forcibly imprisoning Gu Qing. After breaking free, he could not use it for a short time. The power of heaven and earth that he could control was under Gu Qing's previous powerful offensive. , it is difficult to mobilize for the time being.
this moment.
He actually felt like he was in a life-or-death crisis!
He is a dignified monk in the foundation period.
At this time.
On a small Qi-refining cultivator.
I actually felt a life and death crisis!
Xiu, who looks like a middle-aged scholar, is deeply ashamed.
The situation in front of him did not allow him to think too much.
A ring on his finger lit up.
Immediately, a sharp beast roar resounded all around, and the illusory body of a dragon-like monster emerged from the ring on his finger and flew towards Gu Qing's black flame sword.
This evil dragon had a huge body. It actually opened its mouth to swallow Gu Qing, who was wielding a sword. However, it was pierced by golden light and the huge and illusory body exploded.
Gu Qing, who was swallowed by the evil dragon, felt a tearing feeling appear on his body. His clothes were immediately torn to pieces, all his short black hair was broken at the roots, and large amounts of blood mist exploded out of his body. The black flame sword in his hand fell into pieces.
The evil dragon's illusory body disappeared in mid-air.
The embarrassed Gu Qing was shrouded in golden light with a gloomy expression.
"That ring, what kind of magic weapon is it?"
The corner of his eye twitched.
There was a flash of blue light in his hand, and Han Chi's Moon-falling Bow had been taken out by him. As he fell downwards in mid-air, he drew the bow sharply and looked sharply at the middle-aged scribe-looking cultivator.
"Senior! Would you like to give it a try, junior's arrow?"
Gu Qing spoke with his spiritual consciousness again.
Han Chi bowed when he fell to the moon, and when he stood up his bow was like a full moon.
Golden-red arrows condensed out.
He was about to continue chasing after Zhou Lian, a middle-aged scribe who looked like a cultivator, but his figure suddenly stopped. He glanced at Gu Qing with extremely cold eyes, and flew away in the distance without a trace in the blink of an eye.
"Xiang made a note of what happened today!"
Only a loud voice was left, echoing in the sky.
