Facing the attacks of countless sword lights, Chen Qingyuan's sharp eyes stared at Fu Dongliu who was casting spells in the distance, brandishing his silver spear, overturning the incoming sword lights, and quickened his pace.
"Qiang——"
Fu Dongliu sensed that the crisis was coming. With a wave of his right hand, a black Mo Dao appeared. It was about one foot long and had two blades. It had a cold light and a chilling effect.
"The boss's long bird sword."
Everyone in Xijiang recognized this Mo Dao, their eyes focused on one point, and their expressions changed drastically.
"A hundred years ago, all the ancestors of the main line worked together to create a holy sword specifically for the boss."
Among the Eighteen Lines of Western Xinjiang, only Fu Dongliu could enjoy this kind of treatment.
"Chen Qingyuan can force the boss to go all out, so there is no shame in losing!"
When the other geniuses found out about this, they were only envious, but they did not dare to feel jealous because they knew that Fu Dongliu had this qualification and were convinced.
In the starry sky, Chen Qingyuan swung out a blow with all his strength, shattering all the hundreds of sword lights blocking the way in front of him.
Then, Chen Qingyuan quickly attacked Fu Dongliu, and the silver gun in his hand picked out several spear flowers, shattering the void in front of him, forming circular storms, sealing off a huge area.
The space around Fu Dongliu became distorted, his expression was serious, he drew his sword and shouted: "Drink!"
"Boom"
The silver spear collided with Mo Dao, and the pressure that erupted was like a boulder falling into the water, with water splashing everywhere and a huge sound.
The storm spread far away, and strong winds arose in every corner of Yanchang Ancient Star. The roaring sound echoed through the sky. Many people's clothes were blown "chi" and their hair was messy.
"Zheng——"
The two sides faced off for a moment, and each retreated a certain distance.
Although Chen Qingyuan is only in the late stage of Nascent Soul, his body contains huge spiritual power, which is far beyond the scope of his own realm.
It is precisely in this way that Chen Qingyuan can compete head-on with Fu Dongliu in the late stage of becoming a god without falling behind.
"You gave me too many surprises."
Fu Dongliu's formation of ten thousand swords was broken, and he had to take out his natal holy weapon. Among his peers, Chen Qingyuan was the first to force him to use all his strength, and he was shocked and excited.
The two attacked at the same time, swords and guns collided, and laws clashed.
Fortunately, the battlefield is located in the starry sky, otherwise the storm would definitely have a huge impact on the onlookers.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
After hundreds of rounds, Chen Qingyuan's left leg was injured by Fu Dongliu, causing blood to flow out again, a section of the bone to break, and the clothes on his lower body to be soaked with blood.
Fu Dongliu also suffered a loss. There was a very deep wound on the left side of his face, which spread from his chin to the corner of his eye. It was shocking.
If Fu Dongliu hadn't defended in time, half of his face would have been chopped off by Chen Qingyuan with his silver spear.
The battle intensified, and the roaring and sonorous sound broke the boundaries of the void, spread to the ancient star of Yanchang, and fell into the ears of everyone.
"Let's see how far you can persist."
Fu Dongliu reached out and touched the wound on his cheek, his expression became slightly ferocious, his eyes became sharper, and he whispered in a low voice.
This is the first time in many years that Fu Dongliu has been hurt by a peer. He has mixed emotions, including anger, excitement, joy, expectation, and the melancholy of losing face, etc.
The five flavors are mixed and difficult to describe.
The only thing that is certain is that Fu Dongliu changed his original idea and regarded Chen Qingyuan as the strongest opponent among his peers.
There is a big difference between the two, but Chen Qingyuan can still fight Fu Dongliu back and forth. Based on this alone, looking at the whole world, there is no second one among his peers.
"Chen Qingyuan, how dare you fight again?"
Fu Dongliu looked at the broken void in front of him, and could vaguely see Chen Qingyuan's figure. He used the power of law and shouted loudly.
At the same time, a giant tree seemed to grow out of the endless abyss behind it, containing extremely terrifying power.
Visible to the naked eye, above the mouth of the abyss, giant trees are blooming and their branches and leaves are dense.
These visions symbolize Fu Dongliu's supreme foundation, which is as unexplorable as the abyss, and like the towering giant tree possessing unimaginable vitality.
Lines of ancient laws emerged from the bottom of the abyss, and then flowed around Fu Dongliu.
Although the River of Laws has some flaws and is not so real, it is something that Fu Dongliu understood based on his own strength.
Thousands of streams of light spurted out from the long river, highlighting his majestic figure, as if he were a king on earth, who laid down millions of corpses in anger and shed blood for thousands of miles.
"What kind of magical power is this?"
The monsters from all walks of life below were dumbfounded, their hearts shrouded in fear, and something seemed to be stuck in their throats, making it difficult to breathe.
"Never seen it before."
People in the Eighteen Meridians of Xijiang were also confused. They had never seen Fu Dongliu perform it before. In their impression, no one among his peers could force Fu Dongliu to use all his strength.
"What a terrifying vision. A giant tree grows at the mouth of the abyss, and the law flows for thirty thousand miles."
This battle has just begun. After more than a hundred moves, I never thought it would evolve to this point, which shocked everyone present.
Fu Dongliu plans to devote all he has learned in his life and leave no stone unturned.
Once he takes action, Fu Dongliu cannot stop at the critical moment.
"Why don't you dare?"
Chen Qingyuan slowly walked out of the broken space, holding a silver gun diagonally in his right hand and wearing white clothes stained with blood. Although his voice was not loud, it struck the soul directly.
Hearing this, Fu Dongliu smiled.
This is my opponent, who is not afraid of death and fights hard.
No matter what the future holds, you, Chen Qingyuan, will be my strongest opponent in this life.
In order to show respect for Chen Qingyuan, Fu Dongliu will not hold back and must use all his strength to defeat him.
"If you die in this battle, I will hold a memorial ceremony for you next year."
Fu Dongliu waved his hand and summoned the light of law, as if bathing in it, with an unparalleled look.
"Don't be too confident in yourself." Chen Qingyuan walked dozens of miles in a step, with a ghostly figure and a deafening sound like a cauldron: "Have you really seen through my strength?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the silver gun in Chen Qingyuan's hand trembled slightly, and infinite power spurted out, like a volcano erupting, instantly flooding the area.
From the beginning of the war to the present, Chen Qingyuan has never used the true power of the silver spear. He only regards the silver spear as an indestructible object, thus displaying his own ability in the art of the spear.
The little bit of intelligence that Silver Spear possesses has been in a state of slumber.
At this moment, since Fu Dongliu had tried his best, Chen Qingyuan certainly couldn't hide it.
The foundation of the three holy elixirs should not be exposed except as a last resort.
As for other trump cards, there is no need to hide them if they cannot be hidden.
"Woo——"
The ancient silver gun is beginning to wake up.
Even if there is only a fragment of spiritual wisdom left, it can only show one ten thousandth of the power of the sword in its heyday, and it cannot be compared to ordinary weapons.