Cao Qiong said without changing his expression: "Brother Yuwen, if you want to kill me, you will have plenty of opportunities in the future. I think it's better for you to recuperate now. Why don't you let me come and ask for advice first."
Yu Wencheng glared at Cao Qiong with cold eyes and said, "Are you ordering me?"
The next moment, Cao Qiong appeared in front of Yu Wencheng like a ghost. Although the smile on his face did not change, the invisible sense of oppression sent chills to everyone present.
Cao Qiong's eyes narrowed, his smile was terrifying, and he said word by word: "It's a discussion."
"." Yu Wencheng's eyes shrank, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. After looking at each other with Cao Qiong, he looked away, snorted, and retreated without saying anything more.
Yu Wencheng's withdrawal left Duolun and Cao Qiong alone on the battlefield.
Duolun looked at Cao Qiong, raised his eyebrows and said, "You want to be one-on-one with me?"
Cao Qiong glanced at Duolun and the little sword master with a smile and said, "If you feel it's inappropriate, you two can come together."
The little sword master said calmly: "What a loud tone."
Duolun's eyelids were lowered, making it difficult to see the changes in his eyes, and he said: "It seems that I, the number one true immortal, have been looked down upon."
Cao Qiong smiled and said, "I didn't think highly of you at first."
In one sentence, the atmosphere in the room was tense to the freezing point.
Duolun's eyes became colder and colder, and the aura he exuded gradually increased. A powerful aura swept the world, and the strength of the number one in the True Immortal Book was fully revealed at this moment.
Duolun's tone was calm, but he said with a strong confidence: "Cao, if I can't defeat you within one stick of incense, I, Duolun, will never set foot in the Qiyuan world again!"
Cao Qiong said with a smile: "Then what if you can't take it? For example, if you die here, you really don't have to set foot again, and you have no chance."
Hearing this, Duolun suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, but the laughter was full of endless chill and said: "I don't know whether I will die or not, but if you die, I will definitely help you collect your body!"
After the words fell, Duolun suddenly exerted his strength and shot out violently. The powerful immortal power spurted out, which was far beyond the comparison of ordinary true immortals. Even the mysterious immortals had to pay attention to it!
Duolun's eyes were fierce, his immortal power concentrated in his hands, and he punched Cao Qiong hard.
Cao Qiong's expression did not change, pure white immortal power wrapped around his palms. Duolun's extremely fierce punch came. Cao Qiong met Duolun's heavy punch with his palm, and pushed him away. .
A trace of surprise flashed in Duolun's eyes, and he quickly returned to normal and said: "I can't beat Su Bujin, but I really don't take the rest of you Qiyuan Realm seriously!"
Duolun dodged and came to Cao Qiong, and hit Cao Qiong's face with another uppercut.
Cao Qiong stretched out two fingers. In front of Duolun's heavy uppercut, his two fingers seemed particularly fragile, but a surprising scene happened soon.
Cao Qiong actually withstood Duolun's heavy uppercut with two fingers.
"kill!"
Duolun seemed to be irritated. He roared and increased his strength. More immortal power gathered in his fists, and the powerful force directly knocked Cao Qiong away.
Duolun was unforgiving and punched so fast that the naked eye could not catch his shadow. Countless fists struck Cao Qiong like a rainstorm.
Cao Qiong was calm. Facing the powerful Duolun, pure white immortal power enveloped his body. This white immortal power seemed to be born with a power that could resolve everything. No matter how fierce the attack, it could not cause any real impact. The sexual injury is insignificant, but it feels like he is forcing himself to be stronger.
As he continued to punch, Duolun became more and more frightened, and thought to himself: "His magical power seems ordinary, but it is extremely mysterious. He can neutralize at least half of the force of each punch I make!"
Duolun knew very well that although Cao Qiong had been in a passive defensive position, no matter how fierce or powerful his attack was, it was like hitting cotton. Most of the power was dispersed and resolved, and it was impossible to really hurt Cao Qiong. , on the contrary, he has been consuming his immortal power.
It's incredible.
Yu Wencheng had already seen the clues. He stared at Cao Qiong and muttered to himself: "He should be practicing one of the secret skills of the Demon Sect, the Eight-pole Strengthening Technique!"
The little sword master also saw Cao Qiong's extraordinary strength and said to Duolun: "Brother Duo, you seem to be in trouble. If you need me to take action, please call me at any time."
Duolun snorted coldly: "No need!"
But at the same time, Duolun couldn't help but feel a little impatient. He understood that if he continued like this, his immortal power would be consumed more, and Cao Qiongding would be slightly injured, which would not do him any good.
When he thought of this, Duolun decisively dodged and disappeared from the spot.
When the young sword master saw this scene, his eyes changed slightly and he said, "Is this guy Duolun going to be serious so soon?"
Cao Qiong frowned, Duolun's aura disappeared without a trace, and even he couldn't feel it.
"Demon Sickle Leg!" Suddenly, Duolun's figure appeared above Cao Qiong's head like a ghost, and swept out a whip leg. At this moment, his leg was like a monster sickle, with a deadly edge, and it hit Cao Qiong directly. His neck was about to cut off Cao Qiong's head.
This is an extremely dangerous blow!
"Huh?" Cao Qiong raised his eyelids slightly, and a strange light flashed through his slightly squinted eyes. He noticed the danger of Duolun's move, and quickly formed seals with his hands. The pure white immortal power gathered together and condensed into a thick side. shield.
Stab!
With a flash of cold light, the immortal power shield in front of Cao Qiong was like paper in front of the demon's sickle legs. It was vulnerable to a single blow and was cut into two halves and collapsed instantly.
Fortunately, Cao Qiong had already dodged. If Cao Qiong hadn't reacted quickly, this blow would have seriously injured him.
The little sword master nodded without any surprise and said: "It is indeed the trick of the Immortal Army Palace."
Cao Qiong glanced at his torn robe and said, "This move is powerful enough!"
Duolun smiled proudly and said: "This is one of the five skills of my Immortal Army Palace, Demon Sickle Legs. Anyone who is a member of the Immortal Army Palace must practice the five skills every day. I can't say that my Demon Sickle Legs are superb, but they are also I am already proficient in it, and I have seen through your tricks, which are nothing more than to dissolve my power. To put it bluntly, it is to unload my power, but let me tell you, my demonic sickle leg is specifically designed to restrain your unloading power!"
"It's quite impressive." Cao Qiong smiled and patted his robe, praising him sincerely without any nervousness.
"I think so too." Duolun thought that Cao Qiong was just holding on. Since his efforts to relieve him were of no use, Duolun no longer had any scruples. After finishing his words, Duolun disappeared in place again. .
Cao Qiong was not surprised by this, and stood there with a smile, not even in a defensive posture.
(End of chapter)
