The robes rustled in the wind, like the sound of war drums.
With a slight movement of his hand, the halberd was pointed at Zhou Qiankun. The flames on the halberd were hot, coquettish, dangerous and charming.
"You are really bold. We all thought that after this siege, you would calm down for a while. Unexpectedly, instead of restraining yourself, you became even more bold and dared to intercept and kill me."
The tone seemed calm and admiring.
Zhou Qiankun smiled slightly, with a hint of indifference and confidence flashing in his eyes.
He raised his hand and pointed a spear directly at Yan Qingchuan.
The gun was filled with waves of coldness, like the opposite of the fire halberd, one ice and one fire, making the surrounding area fall into two realms of ice and fire.
This spear made Yan Qingchuan's eyes no longer calm.
"Bai Lengxiao's Hanye Spear, why is it in your hand?"
His tone was horrified, as if he had thought of some terrible outcome, but couldn't believe it.
He knew Bai Lengxiao's strength, and even he was not sure he could win it.
If such a person wants to escape, how can he be left behind?
The corner of Zhou Qiankun's mouth raised a cold expression.
"What do you think?"
It seems that there is no answer, and it seems that all the questions have been answered.
All the luck in Yan Qingchuan's heart was shattered. He understood that Bai Lengxiao was really defeated and could not even escape.
His heart was beating fast, his palms were sweating, and at that moment, he even lost the courage to take action.
Holding the halberd tightly, he was breathing rapidly, but the fighting spirit in his eyes slowly increased.
As a disciple of the Twelve Heroes and the Fenzhen Sect, this honor does not allow him to fight timidly.
Moreover, he also understood that even those who were timid could not escape death, so it would be better to die vigorously.
At least you know how big the gap between you and him is, and you can kill him only when you make a comeback.
Yan Qingchuan moved, his body was like a flaming war god, his halberd turned into a heavenly weapon, one halberd opened the sky, and all directions turned into a sea of fire.
Zhou Qiankun looked indifferent. The outcome of this battle has been determined. The only variable is how many moves he can sustain!
The cold night spear thrust out suddenly, the cold light flashed, the tip of the spear was like lightning, and it instantly got close to Yan Qingchuan's body.
Yan Qingchuan's pupils shrank, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He raised his halberd without fear, and his figure was like a tiger rushing towards the Great Evil Cultivator Zhou Qiankun. The moment the two of them crossed paths, the halberd and the gun collided, sparking a fire.
The collision of halberds and spears resounded through the sky, and the entire stone forest seemed to tremble.
The power in Yan Qingchuan's whole body surged out, sweeping around like a violent wind, and the surrounding stone pillars were torn apart by his power.
Zhou Qiankun sneered, and the spear in his hand was like a poisonous snake, moving flexibly and fiercely between Yan Qingchuan's attacks, sometimes dodging and sometimes counterattacking.
The two figures rolled in the stone forest, and every confrontation was full of incomparable danger and excitement.
A strong fighting spirit arose in Yan Qingchuan's heart. Unwilling to be defeated by an evil cultivator, he roared resolutely and his aura suddenly exploded.
His halberd was as powerful as a violent storm, one move after another, in a continuous flow, as if he had transformed into the God of War, and was unstoppable.
But Zhou Qiankun always maintained a calm demeanor. His marksmanship was as smooth as clouds and flowing water, flowing freely from move to move, and was not suppressed by Yan Qingchuan's momentum at all.
The battle became more intense, and the surrounding temperature also rose. Flames and cold intertwined, forming a strange and blazing battlefield.
Yan Qingchuan's robes were already soaked with sweat, but he did not flinch and continued fighting resolutely.
He knew that only by trying his best could he have a chance of survival.
"Do you work hard? If working hard is useful in this world, there won't be so many regrets."
Zhou Qiankun watched coldly as his aura increased, and his gun was faster, more accurate, and more unpredictable.
Ten minutes later, in front of the stone forest, a spear pierced Yan Qingchuan's chest.
The blood flowed down the spear, and before it hit the ground, it was frozen by the cold air and turned into ice slag.
Yan Qingchuan was defeated, but he was not depressed at all.
His eyes were bright and he smiled and said: "You won, but I also saw your limit. Next time we fight, you will lose."
Zhou Qiankun drew out his spear coldly, and Yan Qingchuan fell.
Zhou Qiankun watched a blood talisman fly away from his body, with only calm in his eyes.
limit?
It's just his weakest spear.
Picked up Yan Qingchuan's space ring and rummaged through it.
Then, his eyes filled with ecstasy.
"This is Flowing Fire Ganoderma, a middle-grade fire elixir. Xiaoyi doesn't have to worry about his promotion after becoming a god."
As for top-grade elixirs, they are rare.
The top grade fire element is even rarer.
Zhou Qiankun guessed that perhaps only Fenzhen Cult could cultivate Da Chu.
And it is even more difficult to get it.
It takes at least a hundred years for a high-grade elixir to mature, which is equivalent to a mortal's life and one-third of the time of a great monk in the Divine Palace.
Zhou Qiankun sighed and murmured: "After the middle-grade elixir has no effect, the best option is to head to the Endless Sea in the east. The sea there is vast and there are countless undeveloped lands. Maybe with luck, you can find a high-grade fire spirit." Here’s the medicine.”
Abandoning these miscellaneous thoughts, Zhou Qiankun happily put away the elixir in Yan Qingchuan's space ring.
As for the space ring, just throw it away.
The other party must have planted a tracking mark on this kind of space ring containing elixir, and keeping it would be a recipe for death.
Entering Shenxi Cemetery, he carefully opened up a small medicinal field and planted the Flowing Fire Ganoderma lucidum.
Xiaoyi watched Zhou Qiankun come in, his eyes brightened, he flapped his wings excitedly and flew to Zhou Qiankun's shoulder.
"Brother, when...can you take me out...to see, it's quite boring in here."
Zhou Qiankun looked at its begging look and looked around again.
With no one to accompany him except the elixir, it's no wonder it feels lonely.
Zhou Qiankun gently stroked its feathers and comforted him: "I will take you out when I find a transformation technique for spiritual beasts. You look too dazzling now."
Xiao Yi La shrugged her head and said softly.
Zhou Qiankun smiled and shook his head, saying: "Don't worry, it will be quick."
This sentence made Xiaoyi regain some energy.
"Oh well."
Zhou Qiankun smiled and said: "Okay, I'm going out for a trip, and there's an old bald donkey to deal with."
Xiaoyi was quite regretful. If the Tianling Mountain Range hadn't suppressed the monk monsters on the spiritual platform and above, it would have wanted to go out and kill everyone.
At least, I can share some of the burden for my eldest brother.
Zhou Qiankun left Shenxi Cemetery and chased towards the east.
Just when everyone thought there would be no more changes today, another blood talisman flew out and landed directly on the Fenzhen Sect's spirit boat.
Everyone's expressions had completely turned into fear.
Another hero was beheaded!
Yan Qingchuan appeared on the Fenzhen Sect's spirit boat in a state of embarrassment, with unwillingness in his eyes.
"Qingchuan, is it you who Wang Ling killed?"
The elder of Fenzhen Sect was breathing rapidly and his eyes were filled with horror.
