Xiang An is coming menacingly.
But this time, Chu Xinghe was well prepared, and the Shura Realm had been focusing on Xiang An.
The moment Xiang An took action, Chu Qingxiao's eyes narrowed, and a broken blade flew out of the bag behind him and fell into his hand.
"Break the formation - a critical moment!"
He shouted low, took out the broken blade in his hand, and collided with the incoming Dragon Sky Sword.
Five realms versus six realms.
Especially a peak powerhouse of the Sixth Realm who has touched the threshold of the Seventh Realm.
Chu Qingxiao's move was actually a bit uncool.
But he had just entered the fifth realm and had not even had time to consolidate his cultivation. When he faced Xiang An who took action with anger, relying on the breath perception of the Shura world, although he could discern Xiang An's intentions, due to the huge gap in cultivation, The speed of the two is not at the same level at all.
Blindly escaping may be self-defeating. If there is even the slightest mistake, Xiang An will hit him. With the other party's cultivation in the Sixth Realm, Chu Qingxiao may have to rest for a long time even if he does not die.
Instead of doing this, it would be better to fight hard.
With this thought, the spirit evil dragon's breath and the Loulan sword intent came out of Chu Qingxiao's body at this moment, and they collided hard with Xiang An's Longxiao sword.
The moment the divine sword collided with the broken blade, a terrifying force surged toward Chu Qingxiao along the blade of Longxiao Sword.
Chu Qingxiao frowned, and the expression on his face suddenly became a little ugly.
Xiang An naturally saw Chu Qingxiao's strangeness.
"Chu Qingxiao!"
"You don't think that these twelve years of my life were in vain, do you?" He said coldly, once again increasing the stimulation of his spiritual power and sword intent.
In an instant, Chu Qingxiao, who was already a little overwhelmed, felt an even more majestic force coming in.
His body was bent, as if he could no longer support himself.
"Qingxiao!"
Everyone who saw this scene also came back to their senses at this time.
Song Qingqing inspired the Luo Shen Sword Intent, Chu Zhaozhao activated the Peach Blossom Sword Formation, Xue Sanniang spread the wings of the ghost crow, and even Zuo Chuanxin, who was still injured, raised his sword and wanted to step forward to help.
But facing the overwhelming killing moves from everyone, Xiang An's lips revealed a sneer.
"Looking for death!" he said.
A powerful aura suddenly exploded in his body, and the next moment, a pale figure suddenly appeared behind him.
It was a rickety dead soul with withered skin, like dead wood. He was wearing a wide white robe. The white hair on his head grew randomly like weeds and was scattered in front of his forehead. He couldn't see the appearance clearly, but he could feel it. There was a coldness and gloominess that seemed to crawl out of hell.
"It's Wuhun!"
Chu Qingxiao noticed the strangeness almost immediately, and he shouted loudly at everyone.
But the killing moves in the hands of the people who came to kill were now completed and it was difficult to take them back.
At the same time, the pale figure's robe stirred, and a terrifying force surged out from under the robe and swept away.
boom!
After hearing several muffled sounds, everyone's figures flew out one after another and fell heavily to the ground.
Song Qingqing and Zuo Chuanxin, who were still relatively young in cultivation, turned pale and vomited blood.
Chu Qingxiao looked at the injured people, and murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Xiang An! Don't push yourself too far!"
Xiang An sneered, and the look on his face was extremely ferocious.
"Chu Qingxiao! I gave you a chance!"
"It's you who must be my enemy!"
"From the moment you make your choice, you have to understand that many people will die because of you!"
Murderous aura surged in his eyes, and the thin and pale figure behind him seemed to feel Xiang An's anger. At that time, he stretched out a hand with five slender fingers, like a skeleton.
But a blood-colored power surged out from the skinny fingers, turning into several venomous snake-like things and running toward the crowd, wrapping around their necks.
The bodies of everyone were lifted up and hung in the air. They struggled desperately, but could not break free from the poisonous snake-like thing.
Only the blood on the face continues to recede...
At the same time, the Longxiao Sword in Xiang An's hand also made a high-pitched cry, and exploded with huge power. Chu Qingxiao could not resist the powerful force and retreated several steps. It took a long time to stabilize his body.
Chu Qingxiao raised his head and looked at Xiang An in horror.
Before this, Chu Qingxiao fought across borders and dealt with many opponents whose cultivation levels were one or even two realms higher than his.
So much so that he believed that with his skills in the Shura world and the blessings brought by various adventures along the way, it would not be too difficult to deal with opponents who were one level better than himself.
Therefore, although he entered the fifth realm for the first time, he dared to meet Xiang An from the sixth realm.
But facts have proven that fighting across borders can only affect mediocre people.
A person like Xiang An, who is already extremely talented and possesses the King's Sword at his side, cannot be measured by common sense.
The long-term smooth sailing made Chu Qingxiao underestimate the world's heroes.
Xiang An not only possesses a majestic internal power that far exceeds that of a warrior in the Sixth Realm, he has even condensed a complete martial spirit that can only be accomplished by most warriors in the Seventh or even Eighth Realm...
Anyone who underestimates such an opponent may bring disaster to himself.
At this moment, Chu Qingxiao was in such a dilemma.
"Chu Qingxiao, I told you a long time ago that your opponent is more powerful than you think."
"But you're too stubborn."
The look of horror on Xiang An Jiang and Chu Qingxiao's face was clear to his eyes. His face was filled with color, and the look in his eyes became more and more ferocious. As he spoke, he glanced at the people imprisoned in mid-air by his martial spirit. He declared: "Now, it's time for someone to pay the price for your stubbornness."
"Aren't you that powerful? Take action!" Seeing that everyone was in trouble, Meng Jin felt anxious and quickly looked at Meng Ziliang beside him and urged loudly.
She was originally going to join everyone in helping Chu Qingxiao just now, but she was held back by Meng Ziliang the moment she took action.
She was a little surprised at first, but it wasn't until Xiang An summoned this weird martial spirit that she realized that Meng Ziliang had an insight into Xiang An's powerful strength, so he held her back.
This kind of insight, coupled with the way he had just lightly blocked Xiang An's killer move, made Meng Jin realize that his brother seemed to be different from what he used to be.
Although she didn't understand what happened during this period of time to make the helpless Meng Ziliang grow to such a terrifying point.
But at this moment, she had no intention of delving into it, but urged Meng Ziliang to take action and save everyone who was in trouble.
Meng Ziliang shook his head: "Sister, it's not the time yet."
"Not the right time? What the heck?" Meng Jin frowned.
Immediately, anger appeared on her face: "Have you forgotten who rescued you from Sword Slave City? How can our Meng family be ungrateful?"
Meng Ziliang showed a wry smile. He glanced sideways at the old blind man behind him who was still drinking tea on the Grand Master's chair, and said, "Sister, don't worry, Brother Chu will be fine..."
Meng Jin naturally could not understand Meng Ziliang's words, not to mention that the situation of Chu Qingxiao and others was critical at the moment, and Xiang An was pressing harder. Meng Jin was anxious: "Okay! If you don't help him, I will go by myself. When the time comes, remember to take my body back to Xuncheng! Give it to my parents!"
After she said this, she raised her gun and was about to step forward.
Meng Ziliang smiled bitterly when he saw this, but he didn't know how to explain it.
At the same time, Lu Sandao, who was leaning against the wooden pavilion and drinking, also glanced at this place. She wiped the wine stains on the corners of her mouth with her sleeves and stood up. The two hidden blades sheathed that she put aside The knife seemed to sense something and trembled slightly.
"Don't rush."
But at this moment, the old blind man's voice suddenly came.
Lu Sandao looked at the old man strangely.
"The great road has no boundaries, and the traveler is not trapped in the abyss, so he can reach the sky."
"When the world is difficult, only when an ordinary man is on his own game can he play chess."
"If he can't handle this little trouble, how can he be in a big position?"
The old man spoke leisurely and in a relaxed tone.
Lu Sandao was stunned when he heard the words. He seemed to understand a little, but he didn't seem to understand much.
She just leaned on the railing again, turning her head and looking forward. The two knives, which had been silent for an unknown period of time, seemed to tremble unwillingly, and returned to silence again.
Like a prehistoric beast, it pretends to be asleep and opens its eyes, but then it is dormant again...
