In the eyes of those monks with insufficient cultivation, the battle was like three light groups constantly hitting each other, creating countless arcs of light and deadly storms of true energy.
But in the eyes of the Black Fox Elder and the Demon Prince, this confrontation was detailed and vivid.
Their powerful cultivation allows them to look directly at the center of the battle without being dazzled. Their bodies are also far stronger than ordinary Yuanying monks. Even if the powerful storm of true energy washes away their bodies, in their feelings
It's just the breeze blowing on my face, which makes it a little cool.
They saw Qin Changkong take out a long sword shining with purple lightning and starlight, and he slashed at the Holy Son with one sword after another. Luo Tianqie was actually helpless against this sword. Ordinary weapons should have been used long ago.
It’s only right to groan under Luo Tian’s cutting, even to be cut with scars.
Waves of golden light continued to erupt from the saint's body, as she used magical powers one after another. She kept chanting ancient spells in her mouth, and quickly formed seals with her hands. The golden light sometimes turned into a deadly rain of swords, and sometimes turned into an overwhelming
The net sometimes looked like a gigantic cauldron weighing a thousand tons, and it all fell on Qin Changkong, but it seemed like it had fallen into the terrifying Dead Sea, without even causing any waves.
They saw Qin Changkong's sword skills and his veteran fighting experience. He was like an old monster that had been sleeping for thousands of years, with an ordinary appearance and ordinary temperament and an appearance of no more than thirty years old. However,
It's his disguise. Once this disguise is torn away, his performance will make even an old fox like the Black Fox Elder, who considers himself an old fox, scared.
"This guy is actually suppressing the Holy Son and Holy Girl of Luotian Sect." The Black Fox Elder murmured.
The demon prince couldn't hold his breath, and said coldly: "It seems that the saints and saints of the Luotian Sect are nothing more than this. Once the power of the law is suppressed by the space of the Styx, they will be unable to do anything to Qin Changkong. If they possess the law,
With strength, they should be able to win."
The Black Fox veteran's eyes flashed and he said: "Maybe, who knows..."
The space on the ninth level of the Styx suppresses the power of laws of the Holy Son and Saint Daughter, but this suppression is fair and will also suppress Qin Changkong - who knows if Qin Changkong has the power of laws? Who knows if he has the power of laws?
In terms of strength, is it possible for the Holy Son and Saint to win, or is it possible for the Saint to lose faster, or even be killed instantly?
"Dang!" There was another slashing move. It was the confrontation between Tiandu Sword and Luo Tianqie. As a result, the Holy Son was directly knocked away by this sword. One of the two golden light groups quickly retreated and escaped.
There was a purple light group and another golden light group on the battlefield.
Qin Lang's calm voice echoed in the space: "I said, you are not worthy of this sword, your strength is not enough to control it, and it is also very dissatisfied, because if it is another person, it may not be able to use my Tiandu Sword.
It fell so fast."
"I don't accept it!" Shengzi coughed up a mouthful of blood and managed to stop himself.
Qin Changkong is not the kind of person who will let the enemy breathe without pursuing him. Beating the drowned dog, adding insult to injury, cutting off the roots, etc. are all things he must do. If the saint hadn't used her magical power to hold Qin Lang back at that moment, Qin Lang's fate would have been
Dujian has already penetrated the heart of the Holy Son, and the purple arc will begin to shine in his heart, roasting everything in his body, including the Nascent Soul, into fly ash.
The saint is very anxious. She has realized that her magical power seems to be of no use to Qin Changkong. The magical power that was invincible in the past is like falling into a black hole when it hits Qin Lang.
She realized that today's battle might be lost. Even if both of them used secret techniques and joined forces to fight the nightmare-like monk in front of her, there was no hope of victory.
She still has a final trump card that has not been revealed, but she does not want to use this trump card. It will only be used when the greatest despair comes. Because she has no way to control this trump card. Once it is used, she may be able to
Qin Changkong will be killed, but the Holy Son will definitely die before Qin Changkong.
Qin Lang swung his sword at will, and purple electric arcs shone out from the sword, shattering golden light groups one after another. Even a giant cauldron weighing a thousand tons would be broken into pieces without any life under his long sword.
Every inch of Qin Lang's body is now shining with purple light. This is the result of the purple Yuanying's true energy spreading all over his body. Although this is not the effect he wants, after all, it makes him look like a purple monster.
, but the Purple Nascent Soul obviously doesn’t care what he thinks.
Fortunately, this kind of true power brings him unparalleled power. It seems that the never-exhausted true power is constantly being transported out, allowing him to easily dissolve the saint's magical power. The essence of the so-called magical power is true power.
, after the saint's true power in magical powers was dissolved by his true power, the magical powers would be self-defeating.
Relying on the suppression of the quality of the purple Nascent Soul's true power, he showed the ability to dissolve the true power as if he was cheating. With the blessing of this true power, he seemed to have the character in the game.
A shield that absorbs magic power, and the saint's magical attack is a magic attack. The magic attack hits the shield that absorbs magic power. No matter how high the magic damage is, it will consume the energy of the shield equally. However, the energy of his shield
It seemed to be endless, so the magical power seemed to be ineffective when it hit him.
The saint couldn't figure out the logic, because it was simply impossible. It was like she had 100 points of true energy and could use a magical power worth 10,000 points of damage, but could the other party have 10,000 points of true energy to offset it?
Does she have supernatural powers?
She is using a secret method now. She is an out-of-body immortal. To do this, you must be a venerable in the distraction stage!
Qin Lang is not a Venerable Master in the Distraction Stage, but he possesses the Purple Nascent Soul.
Qin Lang never knew how abnormal the purple Yuanying was with all its seven orifices opened. It was not until this battle that he realized how many times the purple Yuanying was stronger than the Yuanying of ordinary monks.
Ordinary monks, even the ultimate seventh-grade Nascent Soul, are like a drop of rainwater containing extremely trace amounts of metal elements compared to a drop of molten steel compared with the purple Nascent Soul.
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"Da Luo Tian Zhan!" The Holy Son roared and launched another attack. In the precious few seconds that the Holy Girl bought for him, he had recovered the ability to launch the next attack, and then he slashed out with a sword.
, in his mind now, he no longer cares whether he can defeat Qin Changkong, he just wants to keep drawing out the sword, and then drawing out the sword again, until he can no longer swing the sword.
He is the proud holy son of Luo Tianzong and a cultivator in the galaxy world. How can he admit defeat in front of Qin Changkong?! In his opinion, he is the noble prince of the Roman Empire, while Qin Changkong, a monk from a remote galaxy, is just a
A country bumpkin from a small mountain village, when he rides a tall horse, wears luxurious armor, and carries a long sword made of stainless steel to the small mountain village, the country bumpkin should kneel on the roadside, trembling, and even raise his head to look at himself
One glance is blasphemy.
But the country bumpkins in this remote galaxy actually rode on their own donkeys, holding things like harpoons and hoes, and spat disrespectfully at him. Qin Changkong, a country bumpkin, was especially hateful, because Qin Changkong was riding a donkey and holding a hoe against him.
He launched a charge and even knocked down the sweaty horse under his crotch. He waved the hoe to block his own sword, saying that your sword is not as useful as my hoe. Of course, in fact, you don't know how to do it at all.
Use a sword.
How could he bear this? The noble prince, holding a sharp sword with a cold light, was about to be beaten to the ground by a bumpkin with a hoe?
This is impossible!
"You are just a lowly monk! And I am the Holy Son of Luo Tianzong! Go to hell!" The Holy Son roared angrily, and the Luo Tianqie in his hand cut the space with a roar, and slashed towards Qin Changkong.
With a "clang" sound, Luo Tianqie was blocked. This powerful and angry sword was blocked by Qin Lang with the Tiandu Sword in his backhand. He blocked it so easily and casually, just like a swordsmanship teacher blocking a six or seven-year-old
It's like a wooden sword in the hands of a young student. The swordsmanship teacher never has to pay much attention because the opponent is just a young child.
Qin Changkong had this feeling when dealing with the Holy Son of Luo Tianzong. (To be continued)