Fu Dongliu saw that Chen Qingyuan no longer retreated, raised his spear and stabbed him, with a shocked look on his face, and swung several knives to try to stop him.
The mind is confused and there is a loss of direction.
He swung the sword several times but failed, and was repulsed by the power of Chen Qingyuan's spear.
The tip of the spear thrust forward, and a beam of light poured into the starry sky, shattering all the boulders floating around.
"Bang"
Fu Dongliu formed a magic formula with his left hand and formed thousands of shields in front of him. Unfortunately, the power of the spear penetrated everything, and all the spiritual shields collapsed.
"The situation is over."
At this moment, a trace of despair appeared in the depths of Fu Dongliu's eyes, and his heart began to waver uncontrollably.
Even if he harnessed the power of the abyss and the vision and the sharp knife in his hand, he could not stop Chen Qingyuan from attacking with all his spiritual power.
"Boom!"
A huge eye of the storm appeared in the starry sky, and the terrifying laws were intertwined, making a harsh sound of "chichi", and there were scenes of lightning and thunder.
The spectators could not see the specific picture of the eye of the storm. Their whole bodies were tense and they could not take their eyes away.
The monks in the Eighteen Meridians of Western Xinjiang were extremely worried. At that moment, it was obvious that Fu Dongliu was at a disadvantage. The current situation may not be good!
"If you can catch this move, I will no longer hide my clumsiness. I am willing to take the risk of being targeted by the old guy and fulfill the promise I made before the war."
Before the war, Chen Qingyuan once said something to Fu Dongliu.
Fighting with me will be the most wrong thing you have ever done in your life. I will become a nightmare that you will never get rid of.
Chen Qingyuan had no intention of exposing so many trump cards. He just wanted to sit aside and count the money.
However, if you are an evildoer, you will surely suffer evil consequences.
Although Chen Qingyuan appeared to be a bit philistine and had a heavy aura of worldliness. However, Fu Dongliu's keen eyes saw that Chen Qingyuan was not an ordinary genius and insisted on inviting a fight.
The talented people in Xijiang even openly mocked him, gradually touching Chen Qingyuan's bottom line.
In this case, there is no reason not to fight.
Not only fight, but fight and win.
With this blow, Chen Qingyuan drained all the spiritual energy from his body, leaving nothing behind.
If Fu Dongliu can still hold on like this, Chen Qingyuan has to expose the existence of the third golden elixir foundation. In this way, Chen Qingyuan can really use the power of the foundation to quickly recover the consumed spiritual power, and his strength can at least increase by a few
become.
Perhaps, many talented people watching the match could not understand the reason why Chen Qingyuan was so desperate.
If Chen Qingyuan loses this battle, it will be a huge obstacle to his future practice. If he is provoked and pushed to the bottom line by everyone in Xijiang, if he loses, his mind will definitely not be clear and the consequences will be unpredictable.
The same is true for Fu Dongliu. He started this battle single-handedly. If he loses, it will be a knot in his heart that will be difficult to untie.
"Boom——"
The eye of the storm in the battlefield exploded, and the figures of Chen Qingyuan and Fu Dongliu appeared in front of everyone again.
Seeing that scene in the starry sky, everyone was shocked, jumped up, and their souls trembled.
A silver gun pierced Fu Dongliu's heart, and his internal organs turned into a puddle of mud.
Fu Dongliu held the Mo Dao in his right hand, and seemed to have used all his strength to put the Mo Dao against Chen Qingyuan's head. However, his right hand was shaking violently, and the blade was suppressed by Chen Qingyuan's power, making it difficult to move forward half a mile.
inch.
"cough......"
Blood overflowed from Fu Dongliu's mouth, and every time he coughed, his whole body was in agony.
His eyes were as scarlet as blood, with dense bloodshot eyes, reflecting Chen Qingyuan's figure.
His left arm was already seriously injured. It was swept away by the power of the spear and broke at the shoulder level, shattering into a mist of blood.
There was a huge bloody hole in his chest, which was shocking.
The black clothes were in tatters, stained with blood, and there was no dry place.
The blood dripped down the broken clothes, floating in the starry sky, and then was swallowed up by the black hole like the mouth of the abyss, leaving no trace.
The violent pressure was still spreading from Chen Qingyuan's body, causing Fu Dongliu's body to tremble uncontrollably.
If possible, Fu Dongliu wished to maintain a heroic posture. However, he temporarily lost the ability to control his body, and the trembling of every inch of his skin came from his body's instinct.
The spiritual energy in Chen Qingyuan's body dried up.
Hundreds of spirit stones suddenly appeared in front of them, and were absorbed by Chen Qingyuan, turning them into pieces.
Relying on the power of the temporarily refined spirit stone, Chen Qingyuan recovered a little strength and said expressionlessly: "You are defeated."
Fu Dongliu and Chen Qingyuan looked at each other at close range. The silver gun seemed to connect the two sides and became a strange bridge.
Fu Dongliu opened his mouth, and more blood flowed out of Fu Dongliu's mouth. Whether it was because he had no strength or because he had nothing to say, he quickly closed his mouth and remained silent.
"Boss!"
After being stunned for a long time, everyone in Xijiang was anxious and shouted loudly, wanting to get up and run to the battlefield.
"clang--"
Suddenly, a round of golden light fell from the sky, knocking more than a dozen of the talented people of Western Xinjiang who had risen into the air back to the ground.
An extremely huge golden Buddha appeared in the void. He slowly raised his right hand. There was a golden "卍" Buddha seal in the palm of his hand.
, dare not act rashly.
"The fighting is not over yet, no one can interfere."
Daochen Buddha stands in the air, with his hands clasped together, and behind him is the shadow of the huge golden Buddha.
This was the first time that Buddha used the top magical powers of Buddhism in front of everyone. He showed an extremely powerful posture and shocked the whole audience, allowing everyone to intuitively understand the value of Dongtu Buddha.
The geniuses of the Eighteen Meridians of Western Xinjiang were so anxious that they could not care about the consequences and planned to swarm forward to repel Daochen Buddha and protect Fu Dongliu's life.
Facing the people from Xijiang who were about to be killed, Daochen Buddha looked indifferent, as if he didn't take these people seriously.
As long as you dare to take action, the poor monk is willing to let you go to the West to meet the Buddha.
"Let them come over."
Chen Qingyuan noticed the movement of Yanchang Ancient Star, and a message came.
After hearing Chen Qingyuan's words, Daochen Buddha put away his Buddhist magical powers, stepped aside, lowered his eyebrows and recited "Amitabha".
Without Fozi's suppression, everyone in Xijiang rushed to the depths of the starry sky as quickly as possible. Looking at the silver gun inserted in Fu Dongliu's heart, they did not dare to do anything drastic towards Chen Qingyuan and stared at him with eager eyes.
"Puch"
Chen Qingyuan accidentally killed Fu Dongliu and pulled out the silver gun.
Without the drag of the silver spear, Fu Dongliu could not stabilize his position and began to drift with the storm on the battlefield.
At this time, all the monsters from the Western Border came to Fu Dongliu's side and protected him. They sealed the bleeding wounds, refined elixirs into the body, and protected the foundation with the secret techniques of the Western Border.
After doing all this, everyone in Xijiang breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, everyone turned to look at Chen Qingyuan, their eyes extremely complicated. They never thought that their boss would lose, and he still lost to Chen Qingyuan, whose cultivation level was only at the Nascent Soul stage.
No one can accept this result.
"Ahem..." Fu Dongliu regained some strength, dragged his scarred body and was helped towards Chen Qingyuan, his eyes dim and his voice hoarse: "Is this all your strength?"