The purple robe covered the sky and covered the monkey.
The chaos is surging, and the terrifying suction is like a black hole, swallowing everything around it.
The great magical power of ancient times - the universe in one’s sleeves!
The angry Hong Qiu took action with all his strength, showing the horror of the semi-saint.
The monkey roared angrily, its golden hair standing on end as it stepped out step by step, cracking the space. However, it could not escape the attraction of that field and flew towards the sleeves.
At the critical moment, his fiery golden eyes shot out two golden lights, breaking a small space crack, and then he escaped with difficulty.
Before he could gain a firm foothold, a big hand with shining purple light clapped it down, and the Tao diagrams were flowing in the palm, and its power was unpredictable.
"Well done!" the monkey shouted and hit it with his stick.
Although he was defeated in the first move, his momentum did not drop at all, and his fighting spirit was burning!
Bang! It turned out that the momentum could not make up for the difference in combat power. The monkey was knocked away hard and turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the horizon. There was no movement for a long time.
Just when everyone was wondering if he had taken the opportunity to escape, a golden-red meteor rushed back with a shocking force.
The monkey does not run away, but uses distance to accumulate power and deliver a powerful blow.
The fire was raging, it was the sparks caused by the friction between the hair and the air. The black iron rod drew countless stick shadows, and finally converged on one stick, slamming it down with the force of thunder.
Facing such a terrifying blow, Hong Qiu did not dare to neglect it.
He moved both hands together, moved the Dao, drew a mysterious Dao diagram and sealed it.
The violent meteors hit the Dao map heavily, the Dao marks collapsed, sparks shot out, and the scattered energy scattered the clouds in the sky, and Hong Qiu was also driven back by the impact.
He retreated, but the monkey did not.
"You die!" The monkey with blood stains on his body rushed to him with murderous intent, raised his stick and smashed it down on his head.
It has to be said that the Douzhan Holy Apes clan truly lives up to their name when it comes to fighting, and is not generally ruthless.
The monkey endured the blow forcefully in order to stay close, because he knew that only by fighting in the physical body could he have any chance of winning.
He has already experienced the magic power of the semi-saint, and there is no way he can win in spells.
The big stick approached, but Hong Qiu didn't panic at all and raised his palm to greet him.
As a descendant of the Eight Divine Generals, his physique and bloodline are not weak. Although he is not as good as the ancient prince, but at a higher level, he is still confident that he can compete with a monkey.
When! The palm of your hand intersects with the iron rod, sparks fly up and make a sound like striking iron.
The monkey dances with a big stick and the tiger creates wind, and the sound breaks through the air like continuous thunder.
Hong Qiu, on the other hand, was as steady as a mountain, switching his fists, palms, and fingers one after another, blocking all the monkey's attacks.
With the blessing of strong magic power, he didn't let the monkey take advantage of him at close range. The two of them fought head-to-head, evenly matched.
"Have fun! Come again!" The monkey became more and more crazy as it fought, and the warlike nature of the Dou Zhan Holy Ape was stimulated.
"Ha!" The monkey opened his mouth and spat out a golden light. This was the innate Hunyuan Qi, as majestic and strong as a waterfall, with boundless divine power.
Hong Qiu retreated and faced the attack. He fired eighteen Dao pictures in a row, but still could not completely resolve the attack. Blood bleeded from the corner of his mouth after being shocked.
Woo~ A heavy sound broke through the air, and the shadows of sticks fell all over the sky. The monkeys attacked continuously, leaving no chance to breathe at all.
Hong Qiu tried his best to resist, but he was still beaten back continuously. The stick was heavier than the mountain, and every fall of the stick made his arms numb.
"Let's see how long you can hold on!" the monkey said fiercely, adding another 20% strength to the iron rod in his hand.
The Half-Saint was more powerful than he thought. He had dragged the opponent into a melee fight, but still couldn't take him down. After one round of attacks, the opponent was only slightly injured, which made him a little anxious.
The Nine Revolutions Xuan Gong was running, and the blood was boiling like a furnace. The monkey turned into a ball of brilliant golden flames. He waved three hundred sticks in a row, each stick heavier than the last, trying to break the Nine Heavens!
Hong Qiu retreated step by step, and when the last stick fell, he finally failed to block it and was whipped away by the stick.
A cold light flashed in the monkey's eyes, and he hit him on the head with a stick.
If he hits it hard this time, Hong Qiu's head will definitely turn into paste!
At the critical moment, a strange field spread out around Hong Qiu, and the monkey's attack immediately slowed down as it entered the quagmire.
"True Demon Realm!" Monkey looked grave.
This is also a kind of vision. It is not particularly rare among the ancient tribes, but when a half-saint appears, it looks very scary.
The monkey felt as if he was carrying 10,000 mountains on his back, and it took a huge amount of effort to move even slightly. He could only watch helplessly as Hong Qiu slowly fell and regained his footing.
Wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, Hong Qiu said in a cold voice: "You ungrateful monkey, I just want to teach you a lesson, but you want to kill me! In this case, I don't have to be polite to you, even if you are a god
My son won’t blame me if he finds out!”
The monkey sneered: "What nonsense, just use whatever skills you have!"
The Real Demon Realm is a means of hurting the enemy as well as yourself. When the enemy is disturbed, he will also be affected. He is not afraid of Hong Qiu using this to make a comeback.
"Hmph!" Hong Qiu stopped talking, put away the Real Demon Realm, opened his mouth and spat out a black and red magic mountain and hit the monkey.
The monkey hit it with a stick, but found that the magic mountain was so heavy that he could not block it at all, and was knocked away hard.
The black magic mountain is rolling with magma, like an ancient demon wrapped in a red ribbon, exuding an ominous aura. It is the red fire magic mountain that Feng Jinghong seized from the powerful Wu Xiubo who was chasing him.
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Later, he gave this object to Hong Qiu, who sacrificed it and refined it into his own magic weapon. He planned to refine it into a holy weapon after becoming a saint in the future.
Hong Qiu knocked the monkey back with one move, and the distance between the two instantly widened.
"No!" The monkey reacted, but it was too late to close the distance.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Hong Qiu formed seals with his hands, and traces of Dao marks danced in his hands. The wind and clouds in the sky moved accordingly, and the magic mountain that blocked the sky and sun fell again.
You don't even need to test the monkey to know that you will never be able to block this blow.
The heavy wind pressure formed a solid position, and the monkey had no time to retreat. He tried his old trick and tried to open a portal with his piercing eyes, but only a string of sparks were wiped out in the void.
The black magic mountain flowing with magma released a heavy field, firmly locking the space around him, completely eliminating the possibility of him escaping through the space door.
Hong Qiu sneered: "If you want to use the same trick a second time, you are looking down on me too much."
The monkey's eyes flashed: "I admit that I underestimated you, but you can't do anything to me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he shook violently, and countless monkey hairs fell from his body, turning into monkeys with brilliant hair and running away in all directions, each one exactly like himself.
Hong Qiu's spiritual consciousness swept away, but he couldn't tell which one was the main body. He couldn't lock it at all. He could only urge the magic mountain to fall hard towards the place where the monkeys were the most.
After an earth-shattering roar, countless monkeys turned into monkey hair and dispersed, leaving only a string of bright red blood in the air.
"You run pretty fast!" Hong Qiu snorted coldly, but the next second his expression changed drastically: "Not good!"
In his consciousness, a golden and blood-stained figure quickly fell towards the ground.
In Miaoyu Temple, An Miaoyi was comforting the frightened Su Miaotong and several other female disciples. They were still muttering angrily:
"That monkey is such a bully. I hope Senior Hong will teach him a lesson!"
"I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed. He can't teach me a lesson!" A cold voice came with a bone-chilling murderous intent, making several people tremble.
As soon as I turned around, I saw a ferocious monkey's face covered in blood rushing towards me.
"I want to kill you, and no one can stop me! Kill you chatty ones first, and then kill the half-saint later!"