"Do you see, this is the strength of the perfect master of Zifu. According to me, it is better for us to hand over the key. If we can get some benefits, it will be worth it. Keeping the key will only attract the Qianlingshan people. Anger!" Wu Yuanqing shouted loudly, but at the end of the sentence, he still asked Lingxuzi to hand over the key to Qianlingshan.
Lingxuzi frowned slightly, looked deeply at Wu Yuanqing, and said in a deep voice: "At this moment, Jiang Tian has not yet decided the winner with the monks from Qianling Mountain. Junior Brother Wu, by saying this, aren't you trying to boost the morale of others and destroy yourself?" prestige?"
Xu Ruoling snorted coldly: "Uncle Martial Arts Master, you have repeatedly said that you will give the key to the Juntian Secret Realm to Qianling Mountain. Could it be that you and Qianling Mountain have colluded in private? Otherwise, why did you Are you so concerned about the affairs of Qianling Mountain? Not to mention that Junior Brother Jiang has not lost yet, even if he does lose, the key is related to the rise and fall of our Qianyuan Mountain, so we must not hand it over casually!"
"Well said, good disciple, what you said is exactly what I want to say. If someone really colludes with Qianling Mountain, even if he is an elder of the sect, I will ask the sect master to take action to clear up the source and show no mercy! "Chen Sheng also looked at Wu Yuanqing coldly and snorted at him. He had already determined in his heart that Wu Yuanqing must have colluded with Qianling Mountain, otherwise why would he bother to cheer for Qianling Mountain?
A look of sarcasm appeared on Wu Yuanqing's face, then he turned his head and stopped talking. He had already said too much by pretending to be crazy and stupid. If he continued to talk, it would only make people more suspicious.
Outside the mountain gate, the black spear in front of Wu Qingfeng has condensed into shape, and black talismans like flames are spinning around the spear like ribbons.
Even if this blow has not yet been launched, people can still feel the terrifying power contained in it, which makes many monks in Qianyuan Mountain secretly sweat for Jiang Tian in their hearts.
However, Jiang Tian didn't feel anything about the black evil Shura Kill in front of him. There was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He was just a perfect cultivator from the Zi Mansion in front of him. It was enough to deal with it with the fragments of the bloody blade!
"Boy, suffer death!"
The moment the black spear condensed, a ferocious smile appeared on Wu Qingfeng's face, and then the spear in his hand stabbed, and then floated on the black spear in front of him. The constantly rotating talisman ribbons pulled the spear, A black trajectory was drawn in the void, shooting directly towards the river and sky.
"go!"
Jiang Tian raised his head, glanced at the confident Wu Qingfeng, and then flicked the blood blade fragment with his finger. The blood blade fragment immediately shot out, transformed into a bloody rainbow, and rushed straight towards the black spear. .
boom!
In an instant, the blood-colored rainbow collided head-on with the black spear. The fragments of the blood blade were extremely sharp. In just a moment, they were submerged into the black spear. Then everyone saw the talisman wrapped around the black spear floating towards the , began to collapse and break piece by piece, and in the blink of an eye, it fell into pieces.
At the same time, cracks bloomed on the black spear, and the bloody light could be vaguely seen rushing into the black spear. Wherever it went, the black spear cracked and collapsed, unable to withstand the bombardment of the bloody blade fragments.
By the time the blood blade fragments passed through the black spear, the black spear had completely broken together with the black ribbons, and was being annihilated and dissipated bit by bit in the void.
"This, this is impossible!" Wu Qingfeng was stunned when he saw this scene. He felt a surge of excitement in his heart. He couldn't bear it anymore and spat out a mouthful of blood.
His eyes were blood red, and he looked at the bloody blade fragments that were shooting towards him. He gritted his teeth and said, "I want to see how powerful this magic weapon of yours is!"
Before he finished speaking, he held the gun with both hands, and the black flames burning on his body were poured into the scale-reverse gun, and he fired out one shot at the bloody blade fragments in front of him.
boom!
Black flames burst out, turning into flaming meteors, splashing out in all directions, and finally slowly dissipated.
The tip of the scale-reverse gun suddenly collided with the blood blade fragments, and then a series of tiny cracks bloomed from the tip of the gun, spreading towards the scale-reverse gun.
The dragon scale patterns on the anti-scale spear broke apart one after another, and then the spear was broken piece by piece, completely shattered in front of Wu Qingfeng.
The bloody blade fragment turned into a stream of light. Under Wu Qingfeng's surprised, shocked and puzzled gaze, it pierced his heart, and finally drew an arc and flew back to Jiang Tian.
Wu Qingfeng looked at the wreckage of the Anti-Scale Gun flying around, then lowered his head, looking at the blood gurgling from his heart, then raised his head with difficulty, still looking at Jiang Tian with disbelief.
He muttered a few words, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could speak, blood kept pouring out of his mouth, staining his clothes red.
Wu Qingfeng's eyes gradually dimmed, and until his death he could not believe that he, a great Perfection cultivator of the Purple Mansion, holding a magic weapon like the Anti-Scale Spear, would actually die in the hands of a mere Yuandan Completion cultivator.
As the last breath dissipated, Wu Qingfeng's eyes closed completely, and then like a meteorite, it penetrated the clouds, fell towards the mountain below, and finally fell heavily to the ground with a bang.
"We win, Junior Brother Jiang wins. Who said Junior Brother Jiang is not this guy's opponent before? Why don't you stand up and admit your mistake?"
Seeing Jiang Tian kill the Zifu Perfection cultivator in Qianling Mountain, everyone in Qianyuan Mountain was dumbfounded and stood there stupidly.
Only Xu Ruoling was the first to react. She clapped her hands and cheered, not forgetting to mock Wu Yuanqing, who was beside him and was already lost.
"Jiang Tian, this kid is too strong! If Senior Brother Mo is still here, he will be very happy to see that his good disciple is so powerful now!" Chen Sheng looked at Jiang Tian in mid-air and thought of Mo who died in the battle. Old, my eyes were sore for a while.
"We at Qianyuan Mountain are lucky to have a disciple like Jiang Tian. We are destined to rise!" Lingxuzi also let out a sigh of relief. The strong strength displayed by Jiang Tian made him sure that his choice was correct and merged with him. Qianling Mountain is lingering on, being looked down upon by others, and being an inferior lackey. It is better to take a chance. If it succeeds, Qianyuan Mountain will surely prosper and become a powerful force that is not inferior to the ancient sects.
"Hey! Wu Qingfeng is actually dead?"
At this moment, the extremely cold voice of a middle-aged man came from the giant spaceship that had been silent before.
Hearing this voice, everyone remembered that there was someone on this flying boat who could give orders to Wu Qingfeng, a cultivator of the Purple Mansion. This person could command Wu Qingfeng, and his worst strength was in the realm of the Purple Mansion. And it will only be more powerful than Wu Qingfeng!
"It seems that I can't do anything if I don't take action today!"
A white figure slowly stepped out of the flying boat, as if it could shrink to an inch. In just three or two steps, it crossed thousands of feet of space and stood in front of Jiang Tian.
