The sound is like ice and snow, and the sword is like frost, breaking through the air and freezing the sky.
A wisp of frost-white sword light stretched out, like solid ice, slashing out from thousands of miles away. It struck Canggu Saint Son's punch like a flowing blade.
"Floating clouds thousands of miles away!"
The blue cloud was suspended ten meters in the air, and a long knife appeared in his hand. The blade of the long knife seemed to have white clouds floating in it. His slender hand passed over the blade, and the knife was suddenly swung out. White clouds seemed to be flying.
As if coming alive from the sword, every white cloud is condensed by the sword's energy. It seems light and soft, but in fact it contains an astonishing edge.
All the white cloud sword energy floated towards the punch from Canggu Holy Son.
Qingchen also took action, shaking his arms, and the green lines on his body seemed to be burning like blazing flames. Immediately, he rotated and pressed his palms, blasting out two terrifying spirals of energy, one hitting Canggu Holy Son, and the other
Then it blasted towards Canggu Holy Son himself.
One on three!
A fierce battle begins immediately.
Boom boom boom!
The white frost shattered, and countless frost sword energy shot out. Wherever it passed, the lake surface froze into solid ice, and the white cloud sword energy also shattered, turning into wisps of clouds and mist that spread in all directions. Qingchen's palm also shattered.
, there were dots of green light, but the palm that hit Saint Son of Canggu was broken by Saint Son of Canggu's punch.
Canggu Holy Son stood on the lake like a god of war, never moving, and punched again.
Boom boom boom!
Three consecutive punches came out, then three more punches, and then three more punches.
Three punches constituted one wave, and the terrifying power of the punches hit the three of them one after another.
Every punch is a basic form of Cangtian Ancient Fist.
A powerful martial art like the Cangtian Ancient Fist consumes a lot of power every time it is used, but the power of the Canggu Saint Son seems to be endless. He continuously bombards without any fatigue, which is shocking.
The first prerequisite for practicing Cangtian Ancient Fist is to have enough physical strength and endurance. After successful practice, there will be an astonishing improvement in strength.
Facing such a tyrannical Saint Son of Canggu, the pressure on Qingchen and the others was unspeakably great. They found that even if the three of them joined forces, it would feel almost the same as if they had not joined forces.
Under the attack of Saint Son of Canggu, the three of them could only fight on their own.
The blue waves were majestic, rolling up thousands of waves. Qingchen and the other two people continued to use their unique skills to resist the attacks of Canggu Holy Son again and again, looking for opportunities to counterattack. However, their counterattacks were difficult to achieve, and they were completely defeated by Canggu Holy Son.
broken.
"Bai Chi!" Bai Qingjue used all his strength to display his strongest move.
As soon as the sword came out, there seemed to be a strange dragon roar resounding through the sky. As the long sword twisted, the body and the sword merged into one. A dragon beast that seemed to be condensed from white frost and ice opened its teeth and claws, and drove the nine-day sky towards the Holy Son of Canggu.
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Where Bai Chi passed by, the sky was filled with frost and the lake surface was frozen, like a road of solid ice, constantly spreading towards Canggu Holy Son.
"The sky is broken!"
Lan Yun Miaosu held the knife in his hand, and his figure was surrounded by countless clouds. He kept rising into the sky until he was a hundred meters in the air.
The white clouds are as heavy as the mountains and the earth, crushing towards Canggu Saint Son.
In the white clouds, countless swords were cutting back and forth, as if everything was cut and minced.
It was as if the sky was collapsing and pressing down.
"Qingyan kills Tianque!"
The hands emitted extremely strong cyan fire, and when they were rubbed suddenly, a pure cyan burst out. The cyan seemed to be a crescent moon condensed by flames, breaking through the lake surface, with extremely terrifying tyranny, and slashed fiercely.
Xiang Canggu Saint Son.
In an instant, Canggu Holy Son faced the most powerful attacks from three parties. Once he was hit by such a powerful attack, he would not get any benefits and would be seriously injured and defeated.
Even so, Saint Son Canggu had no idea of evading.
His expression was a bit solemn, but his eyes were filled with excitement, a kind of excitement that came from deep within his heart, and he was filled with fighting spirit.
Heavenly power!
Three punches were thrown out in a row, and each punch seemed to use all his strength. Even though Canggu Saint Son's strength and endurance were astonishing, he felt like he was about to be exhausted at this time, and his face turned slightly pale.
Those three fists carried the power of heaven and earth, and blasted towards Bai Chi, the white clouds tens of meters away, and the green crescent moon.
Everyone knows that this is another critical moment that determines victory or defeat.
Was it the three members of the Five Emperors Family who defeated Canggu Saint Son?
Or will Canggu Holy Son defeat the three of them?
Chen Zong couldn't help but guess.
Three against one!
Which side can win?
Whether it is Bai Qingjue, Lan Yunmiao or Qingchen, the strength displayed by the three of them is definitely very strong.
The powerful explosion once again eclipsed the world. Everyone's ears could no longer hear any sound, and there was only black and white in front of their eyes.
This feeling lasted longer than before, making me extremely uncomfortable but unable to get rid of it.
When the black and white receded and the colors filled the air again, an extremely sharp roar sounded in the ears. This strong contrast made people's spirits turbulent, as if they were about to be broken, making them feel dizzy and confused, and their consciousness was upside down.
Already.
If someone wants to kill them at this time, this is the best time.
In an instant, Chen Zong got rid of this feeling and woke up instantly, but he also felt horrified.
This kind of collision is so terrible.
Even though I feel this way when I am thousands of meters away, how much impact will Canggu Holy Son and Qingchen, Bai Qingjue, Lan Yunmiao and others in the center receive?
They feel very uncomfortable.
Even if he reacts and takes precautions in an instant, it is very uncomfortable, as if his whole consciousness has been completely distorted and strangled.
When everything returned to calm, Qingchen, Bai Qingjue, and Lan Yunmiao all managed to stand on the lake. Their faces were frighteningly pale, their breath was weak, and they obviously had no strength to fight anymore.
Saint Son Canggu also stood on the lake. His face was pale, and there was a hint of exhaustion in his eyes, but his expression was a bit arrogant, and the aura around him was constantly fluctuating, and he was no longer as calm as before.
Immediately, Canggu Holy Son punched three times again.
It can be seen that the power of these three punches is no longer as good as before, but Qingchen and the others are no longer able to resist.
Boom boom boom!
The three of them tried their best to resist, but were still blown away.
One on three!
Win!
All around, everyone was so shocked that they couldn't breathe.
How powerful is Canggu Saint Son?
Waves of dragon roars sounded, and four golden dragons of luck appeared.
Then, the Luck Golden Dragon on Saint Son Canggu swallowed 10% of the other three Luck Golden Dragons respectively. The length directly exceeded eight feet, reaching an astonishing eight feet six, and the body became thicker and majestic.
Everyone was shocked when they saw the golden dragon of luck that was more than eight feet long.
If no one can defeat Saint Son of Canggu, perhaps in the end, this luck golden dragon will be able to approach nine feet, or even reach nine feet.
Throughout the ages, nine has been the ultimate number, and it is even more different when it reaches nine feet.
For a moment, everyone was silent.
"Holy Son of Canggu, you have consumed too much power now. I won't fight you." Yi Qianqiu of the Proud Sword Tianzong walked over with his sword, his eyes seemed to penetrate the void and fell on Chen Zong: "Chen Zong, with you
For those who practice swordsmanship, you and I will fight."
Chen Zong's original intention was to fight against Saint Son of Canggu, but everyone could see that Saint Son of Canggu had consumed a lot of his strength at this time, and there was not much fighting power left.
Such a battle is an unfair battle. Even if you win, there will be no sense of achievement at all.
Therefore, Chen Zong suppressed the fighting spirit in his heart and only waited until Canggu Holy Son recovered his strength before challenging him. Unexpectedly, Yi Qianqiu of the Proud Sword Tianzong appeared and openly challenged him.
The meaning of his words is easy to understand. Let Saint Son of Canggu rest first and regain his strength, while he will fight Chen Zong. After defeating Chen Zong, he will then fight Saint Son of Canggu who has recovered his strength.
By then, even if Canggu Holy Son's power has not been fully restored, Yi Qianqiu himself will consume some power. A battle between the two will be a fair duel.
Before his fighting spirit could be suppressed, Yi Qianqiu invited a fight. Chen Zong walked out without even thinking about it.
Saint Son Canggu did not speak, but retreated to a distance to regain his strength.
Indeed, he first defeated Li Wuji, then defeated Zi Huan, and finally defeated three powerful opponents with one against three, leaving him with very little strength left.
If he fights Yi Qianqiu again, the outcome will be uncertain.
No one said anything about the Eternal Saint Son's retreat and recovery of strength, and no one laughed at him. Some just felt a sense of awe.
Who can do this?
In fact, everyone was still thinking that Saint Son Canggu had consumed too much power and whether this fierce battle would end here.
Although it was exciting and intense, and made everyone's blood boil, there was still a feeling that it was still unfinished.
Now, it was Yi Qianqiu who invited Chen Zong to fight, and although Chen Zong didn't answer vocally, he expressed it with actions.
Yi Qianqiu is a disciple of the Aojian Tianzong. He is a swordsman with superb swordsmanship. Chen Zong is also a swordsman. The previous two battles also showed Chen Zong's superb swordsmanship.
This battle will be a duel between swords.
When they thought of this, everyone's hearts couldn't help but become even hotter.
Everything, when given a certain meaning, will often produce sensory changes, which will make people feel more exciting.
Yi Qianqiu held a sword in his hand and walked towards Chen Zong step by step. Every step he took was like a sharp sword stabbing across the lake, leaving sword marks one after another.
The invisible but sharp sword energy condensed around Yi Qianqiu's body one after another, constantly surrounding the body and cutting the air, making sharp sounds that made people's scalp numb.
Very pure, this is a very pure swordsman.
Chen Zong also walked towards Yi Qianqiu step by step, feeling the invisible sword energy condensing on Yi Qianqiu's body, and seeing the white sword marks under Yi Qianqiu's feet, his eyes became brighter.
Before the battle, Chen Zong already knew that Yi Qianqiu was a good opponent, a very good opponent, the best opponent so far. From the time he practiced until now, from when he was very weak, he had improved step by step, the opponent he had ever encountered.
There are many, and there are many who can be called good opponents, but there has never been one as pure as Yi Qianqiu.
In an instant, the fighting spirit in his heart burst out, soaring straight into the sky. The invisible sword energy was as blazing as the flames, repelling the air around him and the lake water under his feet, creating countless ripples.