The blood was boiling, the white horse passed through the gap, and Gu Qing suddenly disappeared, avoiding the terrifying blow of the Son of the North Ming.
"Son of Beiming, come again!"
Both of them have the fastest speed in the world. If they compete in speed, neither of them is weaker than the other. If the battle continues like this, there will be no end.
Both of them knew each other's intentions, so they stopped dodging and started attacking each other. The violent power made everyone in the void square feel helpless.
Several young supremes asked themselves, if they were on the field and faced such an attack, they would be killed with just a few moves.
God Son Yanyun showed excitement on his face, clenched his fists, and stared at the two people in the void, with endless fighting intent in his eyes. Neither Gu Qing nor God Son Beiming let him down. Their fighting power was completely
Those who are close to him are his opponents, and the others cannot compare with him at all.
"Gu Qing, you are finally back. The fateful battle between you and me can finally begin."
After being defeated at the hands of Gu Qing nine hundred years ago, the Son of God Yanyun slept for six hundred years, upgraded his qualifications to the level of a monster, and even cultivated magical powers, all in order to fight Gu Qing again.
Today, Gu Qing came with unparalleled fighting power, which made him extremely excited.
boom!
The battle situation changed, and the two people who were attacking each other suddenly separated. The world was silent, but the surrounding atmosphere was extremely depressing.
The black and white Qi of Beiming Shenzi seemed a little weak, his slender body was soaked in blood, and the cracks on his body were extremely obvious. Gu Qing's offensive technique caused him to suffer heavy injuries.
On the other hand, Gu Qing's whole body was steaming with blood, his body was dim, and there were traces of cracks. The Kunpeng Holy Fist of the Son of the North Ming God was indeed a great attack technique in the world, and was by no means weaker than the Sky-shattering Demonic Fist. This also brought a great deal to Gu Qing.
pressure.
"Kunpeng flaps its wings for ninety thousand miles, and everyone in the world thinks that this is the magic of its body, but no one knows that when Kunpeng spreads its wings, it can tear apart the heavens and the world."
"Gu Qing, you are indeed very strong, but unfortunately compared to me, you are still a little behind. You will definitely lose today."
The face of Beiming Shenzi was calm, and the aura around him slowly converged. There was just a faint golden light rolling on his arms, and an aura that could split the world, making Gu Qing's face condensed.
"Let's see how capable you are."
Gu Qing spoke calmly, and the wheel of time turned slowly. This was his immortal power, and it was also a mysterious and unpredictable power.
"The Kunpeng split the sky."
boom!
The Son of Beiming raised his arms, and the dark golden luster became as solid as substance. The space was torn apart and disappeared from Gu Qing's eyes.
"Time is like a knife cutting down the genius."
Gu Qing roared violently, and the breath of time filled the sky and the earth. He punched out, and the Son of Beiming passed by him, and the whole world was silent.
Silence, silence!
The Void Square was completely silent. Looking at the two young supremes in the sky, horror flashed in their eyes. How was the victory in this battle?
Poof!
Blood spurted out, the chest and abdomen were split open, Gu Qing's face was pale, and the horrific wounds were unbearable to look at.
"Gu Qing has been defeated." The Son of God of the Void spoke ferociously, with great joy flashing in his eyes.
"Humph! Ignorance!" God Son Yanyun sneered, looking at Gu Qing's eyes with a dazzling look.
Click!
A sudden change occurred in the sky, and I saw the Son of Beiming. The black and white energy around his body dissipated, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. His tyrannical body was cracked every inch, and a large amount of blood dyed his body red. The whole person was like a rootless duckweed, falling from the sky.
And down.
"How can this be?"
The scene in front of them made everyone scream in shock. How could such a powerful Son of Beiming be defeated by Gu Qing?
Buzz!
The void shook, and his body turned into mysterious light. Gu Qing stepped out in one step, catching the falling figure of the Son of Beiming, and then shot towards the void square.
The two of them landed. The Son of God Beiming had a bitter look on his face. Kunpeng's Holy Law continued to operate, and the cracks all over his body gradually stopped. Gu Qing's eyes were filled with strong unwillingness.
"Gu Qing, you are indeed very strong. I lost today's battle. Unfortunately, it was only me who lost, not Kunpeng Shengfa."
"I am too proud. I thought that with half of the Kunpeng Holy Law, I could dominate the world. It seems that I can only suppress you if I obtain the complete Kunpeng inheritance."
"In today's battle, I understand my true intention clearly. If this son of God can walk out of Kunpeng's nest alive, it will be time to suppress you."
The eyes of Beiming Shenzi flashed, as if he had made some kind of decision. He made a low voice, turned and left. His back was desolate and desolate, and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Master, why don't you kill him?" Mei Yingfeng came quickly and looked at the back of Beiming Shenzi with a look of fear.
The immortal true demonic body shone brightly, and the torn chest and abdomen healed rapidly. Gu Qing's face was slightly pale. Looking at the lonely and desolate back of the Son of God of Beiming, he said in a low voice: "If there are not one or two opponents in life, how can it be possible?"
It’s not too boring.”
"But, Master, respect him"
Raising his hand to interrupt the young man's words, Gu Qing smiled calmly and said: "The Son of God Beiming is right. It was only him who was defeated, not the Holy Law of Kunpeng. I look forward to his return again. I think it will be exciting then."
Hearing Gu Qing's words, the young man's face was confused. He really couldn't understand that the Son of Beiming was so terrifying. He only practiced half of the magic arts and could already fight with his master to such an extent. How could he be given a chance to rise? Why not just
The ground kills, nipping the evil in the bud.
"Ying Feng, when you have your master's cultivation, you will understand his state of mind. Don't say more." God Son Yanyun walked over and said.
"Ha ha!"
"Son of God Yanyun, you, an old friend, understand me better." Gu Qing laughed wildly.
Seeing Gu Qing laughing heartily, the corners of Yanyun Divine Son's lips curled up with amusement: "The so-called Young Supreme is not rare to me. If I hadn't heard that your disciple was coming to replace you, I'm afraid I would still be in Yanyun at this time.
Practice hard in the cave."
"Since your fighting prowess is comparable to mine, the old grudge between you and me should be put to an end."
Hearing the words of God Son Yanyun, Gu Qing nodded slowly and said: "That's exactly what I meant."
"Ying Feng, take your wife, let's go." Gu Qing said indifferently.
Chi Chi Chi!
As Gu Qing finished speaking, the four holy sons of the foreign race appeared aside. The Shura God Son, who had been silent all this time, actually stood with the four holy sons, looking at Gu Qing with a cold look in his eyes.
Such a scene made the Void Square extremely oppressive. Many young monks stepped back, with solemn looks in their eyes. It was obvious that these young monks wanted to keep Gu Qing here, and they had the potential to join forces.
"Although Gu Qing is seriously injured, have you forgotten me, the Son of God Yanyun?"
Looking at the murderous eyes of several young supremes, the whole body of God Son Yanyun erupted with terrifying power, and the eight-wheeled divine sun appeared high in the sky. The fiery and violent aura seemed to burn up the void.
"Son of Yanyun God, your Yanyun Cave Mansion has already announced that you will join our ancient tribes. If not, you would have been killed by our clan's Tianyuan Power in Cangtian City that day. How would you have the chance to speak arrogantly here today?" Canglong Saint
Zi spoke gloomily and looked at Yanyun God Zi with a look of ridicule.
After being provoked by Holy Son Canglong, the eyes of God Son Yanyun erupted with terrifying murderous intent. He was injured by the powerful Tianyuan in Cangtian City, and his sect was even more aggrieved. In order to save his own life, he repeatedly begged for mercy. This is God Son Yanyun.
The pain in my heart is even more of a shame.
He is different from Gu Qing and Beiming Shenzi. Gu Qing has no sect and no family, and his brother Beiming Immortal King is behind him. And Beiming Shenzi has the behemoth of Youhan Palace on his back, so he has no fear of hundreds of ancient races.
However, he was shouldering the important responsibilities of the sect, and all hopes for his rise fell on him.
At this time, it was not the time for him to offend hundreds of ancient tribes.
But even so, God Son Yanyun risked his life to allow Gu Qing to evacuate safely. How could the nine-hundred-year-old grudge between the two be destroyed by these despicable people.
"Amitabha! The young monk is a disciple of the Buddha from the Great Thunder Sound Temple of Mount Xumi. Gu Qing is my good friend. Anyone who touches him will be against me, the Great Thunder Sound Temple of Mount Sumeru." The golden lotus appeared and Putuo walked over.
As the young monk finished speaking, Holy Son Canglong looked startled, and then a look of hesitation flashed in his eyes. Not to mention that both of them were young supremes, and their combat power was probably not weaker than that of himself and the others, but behind this young monk
The power made him fearful.
The Great Thunder Sound Temple in Mount Sumeru is one of the most powerful religions in the world. No ancient religion dares to say that it surpasses it. This is a kind of intimidation and an invincible momentum.
"Ha ha!"
The Canglong Holy Son's face changed, he laughed wildly, and a flash of light flashed in his mind.
"I heard that the Dragon-Subduing Arhat died at the hands of Gu Qing. I can't understand how the people of Mount Sumeru could become friends with this devil."
"Could it be that the Buddha was bewitched by this demon, rebelled from Mount Sumeru, and joined forces to kill the Arhat who subdued the Dragon?"
"Amitabha! The donor is lying. The Buddha in this temple has nothing to do with Gu Qing." The Buddha's light shone, the golden lotus reflected the sky, and the Crouching Tiger Arhat appeared beside Putuo.
"Uncle! The Buddha ordered us to bring Gu Qing back to Mount Sumeru. However, you have repeatedly disobeyed the Buddha's will and entangled with Gu Qing. You have developed inner demons. Therefore, you and your nephew returned to the Buddha's realm to remove the inner demons.
Suppress it."
Without waiting for Putuo to react, the Crouching Tiger Arhat stretched out his Buddha's hand, and Putuo disappeared in an instant, as if he had been included in some kind of rare treasure. This shocked everyone present.
"Amitabha!"
Fuhu Arhat chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice. He took a deep look at Gu Qing and slowly said: "The donor practices demonic skills and causes endless killings. He should put down his butcher knife and take refuge in my Buddha."
"You want to attack me?"
The young monk was restrained by the Crouching Tiger Arhat, which made Gu Qing feel apologetic in his heart. Facing the Crouching Tiger Arhat, his voice sounded extremely cold.
"Although the poor monk is an Arhat, he knows that the benefactor has many tricks, and even the Immortal King of Beiming is overpowering the entire sanctuary. The poor monk will not take action against the benefactor."
"But the poor monk advises the donor not to be arrogant and arrogant. Today, the poor monk is here. If someone from Mount Xumi really comes, even if Immortal King Beiming can become a great power in the sky in the future, the donor thinks that Mount Sumeru will be afraid of me.
him?"
The Fuhu Arhat talked about it in detail. As a person from Mount Sumeru, no one knew the terror of the Great Thunder Sound Temple better than him. Even if a Beiming Immortal King could become a great power, it would not make them too afraid.