Wu Qingfeng clenched the spear with both hands, and then shook his wrist slightly. A black light immediately poured out of his body and spread to the spear in an instant. Along the layers of dragon scales, it continued to shoot towards the spear. Gathered at the tip.
The dragon scales engraved on the spear were immediately lit up as the black light spread over them. Black rays of light were seen rising from the spear, making it look as if the spear was being ignited by flames.
boom!
When the black light finally converged on the tip of the spear, the spear, which was originally shaped like a flame, seemed to be burning, exuding terrifying power.
"My spear is called Ni Lin. It's your honor to be able to die under my spear as a mere Yuan Dan Perfection monk!" Wu Qingfeng chuckled, with a look of pride on his face. The Zifu Perfection cultivator has a magic weapon like the Scale-Reverse Spear in his hand. Facing a Yuandan Perfection cultivator like Jiang Tian, he is naturally full of confidence in victory.
What's more, he didn't believe Jiang Tian had the strength to kill Ding Wen and others. He thought Jiang Tian was exaggerating, so he didn't take Jiang Tian seriously.
Jiang Tian just silently took out the Yuanchu Sword from the Najie, then looked at Wu Qingfeng and said in a deep voice: "Let's do it! I just want to see how the Zifu Perfection monks in Qianling Mountain are different from other places? "
Wu Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, then looked up to the sky and smiled: "Okay, I didn't expect you to be impatient and want to die, then I will help you!"
Before he finished speaking, the spear in his hand suddenly thrust out. In an instant, the black light condensed on the tip of the spear immediately turned into a black flame hurricane and swept towards the river and sky.
The black flames contain extremely terrifying high temperatures. The surrounding clouds are constantly being pulled into the flames, then evaporate and annihilate, turning into clouds of white mist, and then being pulled into the hurricane, roaring across the river and sky.
"It's so powerful. Is this the strength of the Perfection cultivator of Qianling Mountain's Zifu? Any attack is so powerful. I don't think Jiang Tian is his opponent!" Wu Yuanqing's face changed slightly when he saw Wu Qingfeng take action. , couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, he never believed that Jiang Tian had the strength to match the perfection monks of Zifu.
Chen Sheng frowned, glared at Wu Yuanqing fiercely, and then whispered: "Wu Yuanqing, Jiang Tian is our disciple of Qianyuan Mountain, can't you hope that he wins?"
"That's right! Since Junior Brother Jiang dares to go out and challenge, it means that he must be sure!" Xu Ruoling also snorted. Regarding Jiang Tian's strength, she is the most confident person in the entire Qianyuan Mountain.
Wu Yuanqing snorted coldly and stopped talking, but secretly hoped that Jiang Tian would lose, so that everyone could know that his words were absolutely correct.
Jiang Tian faced Wu Qingfeng's attack, but still had a calm expression on his face. He raised his sword and slashed hard against the black flame hurricane.
The dazzling red light surged out from the blade with a bang, transformed into a giant sword, and struck impartially in the center of the black flame hurricane.
boom!
The red giant sword instantly cut the black flame hurricane into two pieces, and then was gradually annihilated in the erupting black flames. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared together with the black flame hurricane in everyone's sight.
There was a look of surprise in Wu Qingfeng's eyes. Although he just struck casually, with the blessing of the scale-reverse spear, it would be absolutely difficult for ordinary late-stage cultivators from the Purple Mansion to resist. Even if they didn't die, they would still be severely injured.
However, Jiang Tian only used a simple sword to completely block his blow, and it looked particularly easy, as if he didn't use any skill at all.
"Uncle Martial Arts Master, look, wasn't the attack of the Zifu Perfection cultivator in Qianling Mountain blocked by Junior Brother Jiang? I know that nothing is impossible in front of Jiang Tian!" The Mountain Protector of Qianyuan Mountain In the formation, Xu Ruoling snorted and looked at Wu Yuanqing proudly. She wanted Wu Yuanqing to know that Jiang Tian would never lose, even if his opponent was a cultivator from Zi Mansion.
Wu Yuanqing snorted coldly: "Master Nephew Xu, don't be too happy. This monk from Qianling Mountain was just trying out a random move. When he displays his real killing move, Jiang Tian may not be able to stop him!"
"That's enough. Jiang Tian is fighting to the death with a powerful enemy outside the mountain gate. How unbecoming are you guys making noises here!" Xu Ruoling was about to speak, but he didn't expect Lingxuzi, who had been silent until now, suddenly let out a muffled groan and shouted at the two of them. People scolded.
Xu Ruoling and Wu Yuanqing were immediately silent, and for a while they did not dare to speak again.
Wu Qingfeng sneered and said: "Now I believe that you are really capable of killing Ding Wen and the others. What a pity! It's me you are meeting now. Boy, today is the day you die!"
Before he finished speaking, he shook his hands slightly, and the spear thrust towards Jiang Tian again like an angry dragon.
At the same time, black flames rose up from Wu Qingfeng's body, and a dazzling black light burst out from the scale-reverse gun in an instant. Then, black aurora containing terrifying high temperatures surged out directly from the scale-reverse gun, like a dragnet. Spread towards the river and sky.
These black auroras are extremely sharp. Wherever they go, the white clouds are divided into countless fragments. It seems that even time and space cannot withstand them and can be cut at will by them.
A solemn look appeared in Jiang Tian's eyes, and the Zifu Perfection cultivator took action, which was indeed extraordinary.
In particular, Wu Qingfeng was holding the scale-reverse spear. His combat power was top-notch even among the Perfection cultivators of the Zi Mansion. If Jiang Tian didn't show some real skills in this attack, he might be defeated.
"Look, I know that the strength of the cultivators of Perfection in Zi Mansion can never be that simple. Look at this magical power. How can Jiang Tian resist it?"
When Wu Yuanqing saw Wu Qingfeng take action, he shook his head again and sighed. Although Jiang Tian hadn't made a move yet, in his eyes, he had already lost.
Xu Ruoling glared at Wu Yuanqing fiercely, gritted his teeth and said: "Uncle martial artist, Junior Brother Jiang will never lose. Besides, he hasn't made a move yet? How do you know that Junior Brother Jiang is worse than him?"
Wu Yuanqing sneered and said: "Master Nephew Xu, if you don't believe it, the two of them will soon decide the winner. Then you will know that what I said is right!"
"Okay, I want to see what you have to say if Junior Brother Jiang wins!" Xu Ruoling snorted coldly, turned his head, looked at Jiang Tian nervously, and silently prayed for Jiang Tian in his heart.
Jiang Tian raised the Yuanchu Sword, and then the power of the soul and the spiritual energy in the Yuan Dan poured into the sword like a mighty flood.
A dazzling crimson light continued to emerge from the Yuanchu sword, and then faintly entangled into chains, flowing slowly on the blade.
When the crimson light on Yuanchu's sword reached its peak, Jiang Tian roared in a deep voice and slashed out with his sword in the face of the black aurora cutting through it.
In an instant, crimson light rose from the Yuanchu sword like a rainbow penetrating the sun, transforming into a sword energy that seemed to be condensed from a chain, and surged away against the black aurora like a shackle.
