The stage is set up, can Chen Qingyuan stop singing?
After finishing the gambling business, Chen Qingyuan jumped into the sky and looked at Yang Suirong.
Today, Chen Qingyuan was wearing a long cyan coat. His black hair was tied tightly with a dark cloth and draped over his back. The belt around his waist swayed in the wind, and the cloth shoes on his feet were stained with a little dust.
It was as if he had been pulled down from his high position and given a few wisps of the worldly atmosphere.
Buzz——
There was a sword chant, and it turned out that the Yulan sword was unsheathed.
Chen Qingyuan was holding the sword, and the smile on his face disappeared without knowing when, and he became as cold as ice. His eyes also changed, and they were sharp and sharp, like cold needles.
Once he entered the fighting state, Chen Qingyuan seemed to become another person.
Calm and aloof.
On weekdays, he is carefree and loves money as much as his life.
When fighting, he appeared like a god in the world, exuding a very oppressive aura that surprised and suffocated his opponents and onlookers.
Just a change in his eyes gave Yang Suirong an unpleasant feeling. His heart trembled and his pupils contracted rapidly.
"Qiang!"
A sound of swords broke the strange and oppressive atmosphere in the battlefield.
Chen Qingyuan, draw your sword!
The powerful swords gathered together to form a terrifying cylindrical storm, and the core of this storm was Yang Suirong from Western Xinjiang.
"The gods of heaven and earth, the laws of heaven and earth, the edict!"
Yang Suirong's expression was extremely serious, and he quickly formed dozens of seals with his hands.
Whoosh whoosh——
Dozens of spiritual talismans appeared, spinning around Yang Suirong.
Chen Qingyuan's sword light struck, but was blocked by the power of the talisman.
"Bang"
At a speed that could not be seen by the naked eye, Chen Qingyuan transformed into several afterimages and attacked Yang Suirong from different directions.
The rain of swords filled the sky and instantly submerged the void.
More than half of the spiritual talismans floating around Yang Suirong were quickly consumed.
"This can't go on like this."
If Chen Qingyuan's offensive had not been broken, Yang Suirong would have been unable to fully defend and would have been easily defeated.
Therefore, Yang Suirong decided to use offense as defense.
Although risky, this is the best way to interrupt Chen Qingyuan's attack.
When the last talisman collapsed, Yang Suirong took out a long black stick and struck it with a sweeping blow.
"Shua——"
The black stick swept across, neutralizing many incoming sword lights. The powerful power penetrated the void in all directions, causing the space to distort and deform, and the laws of this place also collapsed.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ
Even so, Yang Suirong could not guarantee that he could eliminate all threats with one blow.
There are always some sword lights coming in a strange route, piercing the space and falling on Yang Suirong.
"Ding dong dong..."
The thrusts of hundreds of sword lights pushed Yang Suirong's protective barrier to its limit, and several cracks appeared.
At this moment, Chen Qingyuan suddenly came from behind and raised his sword.
"tear--"
Yang Suirong's protective barrier couldn't hold it any longer and broke. At the same time, a deep sword mark appeared on his back.
"Tick tock..."
A drop of blood dripped from the tip of the Yulan Sword, fell to the bottom, and was then swallowed by the battle storm.
A stinging pain hit his heart, causing Yang Suirong to grit his teeth and quickly turned around and threw out a stick, forcing Chen Qingyuan back a certain distance.
Regardless of the injury on his back, Yang Suirong planned to use all his trump cards to make Chen Qingyuan suffer, or even trample him under his feet.
This battle was a gamble for his family. Yang Suirong did not dare to relax at all and had to go all out. At some necessary moment, he might even have to fight tooth and nail.
"boom"
The battle entered another stage. Chen Qingyuan's sword was like a dragon. Each sword contained extremely powerful offensive power, which put Yang Suirong under a lot of pressure.
"Bang bang bang..."
The collision of the sword and the long stick made a loud sound, like rolling thunder, shaking the heaven and the earth.
Everyone watched intently, their hearts clenched tightly, and they were very curious about the direction in which this battle would develop.
"You dare to ruin my business, you really deserve a beating!"
Chen Qingyuan originally just wanted to sit back and earn money, but this guy from Xijiang refused to let him go, which was really annoying.
In this case, Chen Qingyuan can only take action personally to make Yang Suirong regret having offended him.
As a monster in the Western Border, Yang Suirong's cultivation has reached the early stage of the God Transformation Realm. Originally, he thought that he could easily defeat Chen Qingyuan with his advantage in cultivation.
However, this is not the case.
Chen Qingyuan does not intend to hide the foundation of the Double Pill Saint Grade. If he wants to gain a certain reputation among his peers, he cannot pretend to be too weak, otherwise he will be easily bullied.
The most important thing is that you can't make any money.
The Three Holy Pills have never been recorded in ancient books. Therefore, Chen Qingyuan will never be exposed unless he is in a life or death crisis.
Although the cultivation foundation of two holy golden elixirs is extremely rare, there have been such figures in history, so there is no need to worry too much.
"Whoosh!"
After dozens of moves, Chen Qingyuan found a flaw in Yang Suirong and waved the sword in his hand, leaving a sword mark on his left cheek, and a wisp of blood seeped out.
Yang Suirong touched his cheek while fighting, and his eyes became a bit fierce. However, no matter how fierce he was, he could not hurt Chen Qingyuan.
"Why is this happening?"
There was obviously a huge gap in cultivation between the two sides, so why was Chen Qingyuan always the one who had the upper hand? Yang Suirong was very puzzled by this and was extremely confused.
After fighting for hundreds of rounds, Yang Suirong used all his trump cards. Even if he used Xijiang's unique secret technique, it would not be able to do anything to Chen Qingyuan. At most, Chen Qingyuan's clothes would be torn.
"Although Chen Qingyuan's cultivation is weak, his spiritual power is far greater than that of Yang Suirong, which is not right."
"The swordsmanship is superb, and he is proud of his peers. Even the swordsmen of the Dongli Sword Sect cannot hold him down in terms of swordsmanship."
"Looking at this situation, the genius of Western Xinjiang may lose his family fortune."
Everyone originally thought that there would be many surprises in this battle, but they never thought that it would be a unilateral crushing by Chen Qingyuan.
Monsters from all walks of life looked at Chen Qingyuan's moves, trying to get some clues from them.
"There is more than one golden elixir in the body."
Fu Dongliu, the boss of Xijiang, had been silent just now. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he said in a deep voice.
After hearing this, the people around him looked at Fu Dongliu in unison.
"Boss, what do you mean?"
The geniuses of Western Xinjiang asked.
"Chen Qingyuan's foundation is very special. Although he is only at the Nascent Soul stage, he is not an ordinary Yuanying stage. His body can store spiritual power several times more than other monks of the same realm."
Fu Dongliu said.
No matter what level of cultivation you have reached, the golden elixir in your body still exists. It symbolizes the foundation of a tall building and the root of a towering tree, which is extremely important.