The old man in green robe was none other than He Changqing. At this time, his face was full of anger and he was making a gesture of empty hand towards Chen Hongyu.
Immediately, Chen Hongyu felt that the energy and blood in his body began to drain rapidly.
"Don't be afraid!" A gentle voice sounded.
Chen Beixuan suddenly appeared beside him and patted his shoulder with one hand, blocking He Wanqing's technique.
"Senior Brother He, it doesn't look good to bully a junior like this!"
As Chen Beixuan spoke, he flicked his fingers and a ray of blazing sword energy flew out, directly interrupting his spell.
"No matter how ugly it is, it's better than Junior Brother Chen that you and the younger generation are ignoring the overall situation to look good, right?" He Changqing was furious.
Hearing this, Chen Hongyu showed a mocking look on his face, and with a wave of his hand, an object dozens of feet in size was thrown out.
He Changqing took a closer look, but it was the head of the Yuanci Manatee. There was only a trace of soul aura remaining in the head, but the soul was already dead.
"I'm not Senior Brother He. I will naturally take care of all the matters before rushing over." Then he threw out another head, but it was the head of another Yuanci Manatee.
After being slapped in the face twice in a row, He Changqing could no longer contain the anger in his heart. A bamboo stick appeared in his hand and pointed towards Chen Hongyu.
For a person of his status, there is no point in right or wrong at this time. Anyway, the result is that the only golden elixir seed of his He family has been destroyed by Chen Hongyu.
"Today, I will seek justice for Xihua."
Although the bamboo stick was just a finger in the air, Chen Hongyu could still feel a suppressive force coming from him, and he felt that the movement of his spiritual consciousness, magic, energy, and blood were extremely obscure.
However, in my heart I also felt disdain for what He Changqing said.
On the shoulder, Chen Beixuan's left hand tapped lightly, and the suppressive power suddenly disappeared without a trace.
With a wave of his hand, by the time Chen Hongyu stood firm, he was already more than ten miles away.
After doing this, Chen Beixuan made a move, a sword sound sounded, and a sword shadow in the distance quickly approached, and after a few breaths, it was in his hand.
"justice?"
"I also want to seek justice for my Wanqing grandson, and I also want to seek justice for my other descendants!
Could it be that you, an old man, still think that I am just a young monk who has just entered the golden elixir stage?" As he said that, his figure had disappeared from the spot.
The bamboo swords intersected, and the two were separated at the first touch, but the aftermath of the collision killed many monsters again.
Concentrating his mind, Chen Beixuan slashed out the Fierce Sun Sword in his hand, and a sword energy rose into the sky and struck directly at He Changqing, arriving in an instant.
"Little tricks!"
Although He Changqing expressed disdain, he did not dare to underestimate it in his heart. He blocked it with a bamboo stick in his hand, and at the same time, an illusory robe with condensed magic power appeared on his body, blocking all the overflowing sword energy.
After exchanging several moves from a distance, the two collided again and began to fight at close quarters.
It's still a bamboo and a sword, you come and go. It seems simple, but it is very powerful. The two and three sea tribes who were affected and turned into broken corpses are the best proof.
When you reach their level, it's no longer about how many spells you have or what, you already have your own way of doing it.
Moreover, although the two were fighting in close quarters, the competition was not only about martial arts, but also about the collision of spirit, energy, blood, and mana.
He Changqing is a veteran golden elixir monk who has been practicing for seven hundred years. He is also a true disciple of Yuanshen and has good methods.
Chen Bei
At this time, the two of them had already unleashed their true fire, and the remaining repercussions of each move had frightened the monks from afar.
As for the sea tribe near them, they all fled in all directions.
The bamboo staff flutters and the green light shines; the sword changes and the sword light overflows.
For a time, the fight between the two became more and more intense.
In the distance, five or six golden elixir monks from Xuanming Sect and several golden elixir monks from Danxia Mountain gathered together, looking fearfully at the battlefield where the two were fighting not far away.
"This Chen Beixuan is so powerful. It is said that he defeated Senior Brother Jin with one sword that day. Now it seems that he is truly worthy of his reputation!" A Xuanming Sect Jindan monk exclaimed.
"That's right, that's right. We originally thought that it was Senior Brother Jin who deliberately let things slip, but now it seems that it's us who are trying to judge a gentleman's belly with a villain's heart."
"Senior Brother Jin, he is indeed no match for Chen Beixuan!" Another Jindan monk sighed.
Beside these monks, the late-stage Jindan monk surnamed Jin who had just arrived had a dark complexion. He looked at the junior brothers who immediately shut up and shook his head helplessly.
As for the few Danxia Mountain monks next to them, they all looked thoughtful.
"When Beixuan entered the Golden Core stage, He Changqing took away the fifth-level spiritual objects he had acquired but could not do anything about it. But now he can be proud and proud!"
Guo Jingan looked at Chen Beixuan in the distance, who had the power to move mountains and reclaim seas with his gestures. In a trance, he seemed to see the stubborn young man who had a strong face but had to give in.
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In the distance, as the two men continued to fight, He Changqing was showing signs of decline and was gradually losing ground.
Chen Beixuan, on the other hand, became more and more fierce, slashing out a series of blazing sword energy, suppressing He Changqing and beating him.
A slash of the sword cuts off the sea.
During the fight, bursts of violent sounds could be heard, but the island's veins, which were dozens of miles in size, were completely destroyed by the two of them and sank toward the sea.
"Cut!" The Fierce Sun Sword in his hand emitted a dazzling crimson light, and then struck hard at He Changqing.
"Crack, click, click!"
The sword and bamboo collided, and suddenly there were a few cracking sounds, but it was the end of the bamboo staff that cracked.
In He Changqing's shocked eyes, the Fierce Sun Sword slashed down hard without losing any force.
"Bang!" Although the magic weapon on his body blocked the blow, He Changqing flew more than ten miles, then spit out a mouthful of blood, and then stood up again.
At this time, the monks in the distance saw that the two men had reached this stage of the fight and were about to reach the point of life and death, and finally did not dare to sit back and watch.
They came to the two of them one after another and stopped Chen Beixuan before he could take action again.
"Don't stop me, let me go!"
"Today, I must decide whether to live or die with Chen Beixuan!" He Changqing's teeth were chattering and he was furious.
Even the two Jindan monks beside him were a little unable to control themselves.
Chen Beixuan was much calmer. He just stood a dozen feet away and looked at the angry He Changqing with calm eyes.
"Let go!" With a roar, the two Xuanming Sect Jindan monks who were holding He Changqing couldn't help but loosen their grip. Even He Changqing, a late Jindan cultivator, still staggered.
Suddenly, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and several monks from Danxia Mountain also looked at Chen Hongyu with some worry, fearing that the two of them would fight again.
Only the two Xuanming Sect monks who had just pulled He Changqing had mocking looks on their faces.
"Didn't you let it go? Now that it's open, why did it suddenly misfire?"