Liu Qinghuan's heart trembled, and Fusheng Sword's sword energy became strong. As soon as he turned around, a black fist appeared strangely from behind and struck hard!
The green protective shield on his body suddenly shook, and he felt a huge force coming from him. He took advantage of the momentum and flew out, with a backhand sword.
The black fist was shattered in an instant, but there was a whistling sound coming from the other side, but there were countless sharp blades condensed from black mist, the tips of the blades flashed with sharp black light, and the skin of the body was cold.
Liu Qinghuan roared loudly, his body flew around, and he used the "Remnant" of the Eight-Character Sword Art. Thousands of sword lights suddenly exploded, and the silver-white brilliance spread one after another, like the remaining snow and frost all over the sky.
In a moment, the turbid fog with a radius of a hundred feet was cleared away, the sword energy was raging, and with all the eyesight, a vast white sky and earth could be seen.
Chang Ying, who tried to repeat his old trick and launch a sneak attack, staggered and fell out of the fog, with a hint of horror in his eyes.
His face was as heavy as water, and the purple-black round wheel in front of him that blocked the sword was covered with sword marks, and a layer of it had been cut off. He threw it away, and his figure suddenly became weak and disappeared again.
Liu Qinghuan frowned, a white light flashed in his eyes, and a big net filled his eye sockets.
The Fusheng Sword, which restrained the sword light, turned into a sword and flew into the tip of the Qianqiu Samsara Pen in his hand. Then he aimed at somewhere on the left and made a sharp stroke!
With a hiss, the space suddenly split open, and a black shadow flew out of it. It flashed and then disappeared into the void again.
Liu Qinghuan didn't even look back. He turned the Qianqiu Samsara pen and drew a line of light that flowed like a star and pierced three feet away from him.
With a scream, the shadow was stabbed again and narrowly escaped from the pen.
However, the opponent still did not give up. He tried to get closer again and again, but was found and picked out of the void again and again.
"What kind of magic is this? Why can you always find me?"
Chang Ying formed a figure on the other side and roared angrily, but was too afraid to come any closer.
I have used this hidden killing technique several times before, but it doesn't work at all in front of this person!
But if he wants to activate the power-stealing method, he must get within three feet of the opponent.
I saw that he was shrouded in demonic energy at this time, and his face was sinister. There was no trace of a righteous monk.
In Liu Qinghuan's field of vision, he could still see the bloody aura emanating from his body, as if countless bloody snakes spitting poisonous messages were tightly wrapped around his body, and they would turn back and bite him from time to time.
Such strong blood evil energy is simply shocking. Although Changying has condensed Yang Shen, it can be seen that there is only a thin layer of golden light left on the opponent's Yang Shen, which is covered by the blood filled with resentment.
The evil is eating away bit by bit.
Therefore, no matter how he concealed his whereabouts, Liu Qinghuan's eyes were as clear as a firelight in the dark night.
Liu Qinghuan suddenly asked: "Did you switch from the righteous path to the devil's path?"
Changying suddenly became alert and took a step back: "None of your business!"
"No wonder..."
If one had followed the demonic path from beginning to end, then there would not be such a strong blood-evil spirit. However, switching to the demonic path halfway from the righteous path would be tantamount to deviating from the original Taoist heart, and the backlash would be even more severe.
When the golden light of the Yang God disappears, the person's soul will collapse immediately.
The laws of nature are cyclical, and the sins of killing caused by greed will sooner or later be repaid with one's own body.
Looking at his appearance, he seems to be aware of his own situation, but why does he still wantonly seize other people's cultivation?
Aren’t you afraid of death? Or are you reluctant to use the techniques to quickly improve your cultivation, but you already have a solution to the blood evil?
Liu Qinghuan smiled enigmatically: So, it would be easier to deal with the other party than he thought.
The Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen, which had completely unlocked the first seal, emitted bright stars and was gently held up by him...
Chang Ying's expression was extremely ugly. This man could see through the hidden dangers in his cultivation at a glance. He must not stay!
He raised his head and let out a sharp roar, and something appeared in his hand. The whole body was fiery red and crystal clear, but it was a gourd the size of a palm.
He quickly rubbed the surface of the gourd, and one by one the shining golden words lit up.
The word was made up of countless dots and lines. It was mysterious and difficult to understand, but Liu Qinghuan took a breath because it was a secret fairy text!
Secret Immortal Script, also known as True Immortal Script, was originally a script used in the immortal world. Because it could not be displayed in their human world, it became an incomprehensible script composed of dots and lines.
Liu Qinghuan had obtained three small objects with secret immortal texts written on them. Except for the half-destroyed one, the other two were extremely powerful and had inestimable abilities.
His expression changed drastically, he stamped his feet suddenly, and his body immediately disappeared from the place, and escaped upwards as fast as possible!
The next moment, I heard the voice of Chang Ying chanting mantras from under my feet. The mysterious syllables echoed between the heaven and the earth. They were loud and weak, and the sound was thick and thin, as if someone was whispering in the ear, making the people who heard it cry.
My mind became trance-like, and I felt like I was out of body.
However, Liu Qinghuan's consciousness was strong enough, and he broke free in an instant. He let out a light blast from his mouth, which was like rolling spring thunder, breaking through the overwhelming sounds that surrounded him from all directions.
A cold snort came from below: "You can't run away, so you better send your Yang Shen to me to devour, and I will leave you a whole corpse!"
Liu Qinghuan ignored it and quickly fled to the top of the Dao Wu Ya cliff.
The surrounding fog became dark again, and his whole body was shrouded in shining green light. He used his strong magic power to resist the influence of the turbid fog. Every time he used the Earth Shrinking Technique, he would escape a large distance.
But there was a fiery red light pillar that forcibly broke through the heavy black fog and shined in.
A majestic suction force suddenly came from the light pillar. Liu Qinghuan felt a chill in his heart. He picked up the Qianqiu Samsara Pen and made a strong stroke, and a long river hung upside down!
With a loud "boom", the light pillar was scattered, and the huge force exploded suddenly, shattering the hanging wall into pieces, and large chunks of rocks collapsed.
At the same time, fire splashed into the sky like boiling oil, igniting the surrounding fog, and the unpleasant burning smell immediately dispersed.
Liu Qinghuan was shocked. What kind of fire was this? It was so powerful that it could even ignite mist!
However, Changying was obviously afraid of the fire, so he let out a startled scream and ducked to the side.
But since he was already at the bottom, he was immediately embarrassed and hurriedly used the gourd to calm down the fire.
Liu Qinghuan's heart moved, and he actually grabbed a rock and stopped. With a flick of his left hand, a small green flame appeared. He floated it in the air extremely carefully, not daring to touch it at all.
Then he took a step, and the next moment he appeared behind Changying. With a slight move, the flames flew out.
Chang Ying suddenly turned around and saw a wisp of flames flying towards him, with a ferocious smile on his face. He turned the mouth of the gourd and sprayed out a pillar of fiery red light again.
Liu Qinghuan's feet were a little lower, and his figure was like catkins in the wind, floating away easily before the beam of light touched him.
But the flame seemed to pass through the light beam without any impact and fell on the other party.
In an instant, screams that seemed to have torn apart the entire mind and soul resounded throughout Dao Wuya!