The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star.
Silver light moved the ground, and the sound of dragon roars was heard among the waves surrounding the island.
It was clearly spring, but everyone present felt a sense of chilling autumn wind. The sound of swords and guns being unsheathed could be heard in their ears. The cold light spread in the battlefield. The autumn wind passed by and the wild sand rolled in.
The competition ground between the two people has turned into a battlefield. Each person is approaching with a gun, but it is like leaping on a horse with a gun, like stepping on a joint camp.
Many people sitting cross-legged opened their eyes, and there was a burst of emotion inside and outside the venue.
The Taoist priest who was the first to bear the brunt was horrified. The bloody and fierce force of the cold light in front of him shocked him so much that his energy and blood were somewhat stagnant, and his skin felt tingling.
The Taoist priests repeated their old tricks and used soul secret techniques to invade the spiritual platform.
Li Qingjun's eyes were cold, and he rose from the spiritual platform with awe-inspiring power. The secret technique that tried to influence the soul was washed away to pieces, and not even a single spell could be formed.
The Taoist priest was shocked and confused, and subconsciously jumped into the clouds to avoid the sharp spear light coming from the ground.
The silver gun raised its head, and thousands of cold lights spread across the sky and the earth. Among the stars in the sky, there were shooting stars flying to the moon, straight through the throat!
A bronze mirror-like magic weapon was blocked in front of him, forming an arc-shaped shield.
This kind of arc is the best way to deal with attacks concentrated at one point. Regardless of whether it is a gun or a sword, it is easy to be deflected and pass by.
Li Qingjun's eyes were neither sad nor happy, the silver spear trembled slightly, and thousands of cold lights condensed into a single line, stabbing accurately at the center point of the arc.
"Qiang!" There was a crisp sound, the shield collapsed, and the silver spear turned into a sweeping sweep, with a mysterious arc of bullets sweeping past, and it hit the side of the body hard on the road.
The audience was stunned.
Chu Jiantian had four levels of bone forging...Li Qingjun had three levels of bone forging. But the opponent Chu Jiantian couldn't beat was swept away by Li Qingjun within a few shots, and he is still lying on the ground hunched over like a shrimp.
Li Qingjun placed his gun on the ground and stood straight: "I accept the concession."
The silver dragon converged and disappeared without a trace.
Qin Yi looked at it from a distance and suddenly remembered a poem.
The horse is riding a new white jade saddle, the battle is over and the moon is cold on the battlefield; the sound of the iron drums on the city wall is still vibrating, and the blood of the golden sword in the box is still wet.
The sea breeze blew by, and the place was completely silent.
Even the bystanders outside the formation held back their breaths and were shocked in their hearts.
A treasure was found in Penglai sword pavilion.
This kind of blood and fierceness, which is completely different from Qingxiu who retreats from the world, is often reflected in the murderous demon, but she does not need it.
This is not just a matter of "genius", but a combination of experience. She has her own way.
In the world of mortals, at the tender age of fifteen or sixteen, she had already led three armies to attack the city and destroy the country. The soldiers' robes were stained with blood among the people, and their heads were like rain under the silver spear.
Such a fierce battlefield, the soul is soaked in the blood of thousands of resentful souls and thousands of comrades, how can a simple spell of a pure cultivator affect the mind?
Although her experience was not long.
But he has experienced the low point of almost losing his country, and was trapped in an isolated city; he has also experienced the killings of attacking and destroying enemy countries, standing on the top of the ministers, commanding the south of the world; he has also lost his country in the city of hope, and fled alone to protect his family and country.
She has experienced rise and fall, peaks and valleys, clouds and hells.
In just over a year, her eldest brother, father, second brother, and sister-in-law died cleanly, and all her relatives were lost. She also passed through a country supported on her thin shoulders.
Just over ten years of human life has passed the lives of many people.
For a genius, there is no need to go further.
When the lead is washed away and returned to the East China Sea, then the real dragon escapes from its trap and leaps straight into the nine heavens.
That's what many people want, to break the world of mortals.
The old Taoist priest at Tianshu Shenque looked a little solemn and asked slowly: "This... what was your name just now?"
"Donghai Penglai, Li Qingjun!"
"Pindao has written it down. Penglai Jiange is lucky." The old Taoist priest didn't know what he was thinking, so he didn't say anything more and said instead: "The challenge continues."
The place was quiet for a while, and then someone slowly came up: "Taipuzi of Lingyun Sect, please give me some advice from fellow Taoist."
Li Qingjun bowed his hands and said, "Please give me some advice, Taoist Master."
Tai Puzi sighed: "You have made other people in our Lingyun Sect afraid to come. As the finale, Pindao has to come out so early... But I am also happy to have a discussion with such a fellow Taoist to confirm my experience."
Li Qingjun smiled slightly and said nothing.
"But since Pindao is out, girl, be careful."
As soon as Taipuzi finished speaking, clouds surged around the venue.
A wooden sword appeared in the clouds, and then turned into the power of Huiyang, and suddenly stabbed down.
In the Tengyun-level competition, Huiyang's ability appeared for the first time. It was Taipuzi's natal magic weapon, and it was within the rules.
Li Qingjun did not complain about the unfairness. The silver spear shook, the dragon roared again, a dazzling spear light formed, and the cold wind rose into the sky.
In the previous battles, neither Chu Jiantian nor Li Qingjun had a violent outburst like Qin Yi's in the early days. It's not that the level is lower than Qin Yi's, on the contrary, it is higher.
Their Gang Qi is hidden in the weapons and merges into one body. With the addition and change of the weapons, it turns into sword Qi and spear light. Today, Qin Yi's swing of the stick rarely contains a large stream of Gang Qi, and is more simple and unpretentious.
, the power is inherent and concentrated, the principle is the same for everyone.
But this time, the tip of Li Qingjun's spear gathered a very obvious gun aura, and the aura had a faint golden color, which looked very beautiful.
A disciple of the Sword Pavilion next to him whispered: "The Divine Sword of the Rift...er, the spear. Junior sister Li turned her sword skills into spear skills, and she can already use her arms and fingers like this..."
This is a skill... This move is probably the famous move of Penglai sword pavilion. I don't know how the internal luck works. Qin Yi clearly felt that there was extremely terrifying power gathered on the tip of the spear, and the explosion was like stabbing the stars.
It is very likely that his outbreak will end in the same way.
Seeing this, Qin Yi remembered that the shape of Li Qingjun's gun was the same as before. In fact, it had been changed a long time ago. Now this gun is at least Huiyang grade in terms of material grade. Otherwise, the early mortal gun would not be able to withstand such a violent force.
, can also add bonus...
"boom!"
The spear came out like a dragon, with the tip of the spear sticking to the side of the sword.
Under the fierce energy conflict, it exploded.
This island, which was said to have been reinforced with formations that could not even dig out a hole, actually shook slightly, the ground cracked, flying rocks sputtered out, and the middle of the battle was filled with smoke and the remaining light of the energy bombardment.
Countless people took a breath of cold air.
Is this the battle of Tengyun? Several monks who thought they were also very powerful in Tengyun covered their faces with their sleeves, feeling ashamed to see others.
Although there are bonuses from high-level magic weapons and weapons, they themselves are like arms and fingers, and they are simply not something that ordinary Teng Yun can handle.
Even Qin Yi shuddered slightly.
Famous martial arts should not be taken lightly. The world is so big and there are so many talented people.
In the smoke, a faint hint of ice suddenly appeared, stacked on the sword body and spreading on the gun.
The seemingly exhausted spear's light rose again, shattering the ice.
The ice turned into Tai Chi and suddenly spun.
The spear's light rose three times, piercing Tai Chi.
"Three stacks of breaking waves." The disciples of Jiange looked at it in ecstasy.
This is the true power that can break through all kinds of things. You can transform it into thousands of ways. I can break it with just one shot, just like the endless layers of ocean waves. The old power has not gone away, but the new power has been born.
In the way of martial arts, you have entered the Tao.
"Choke!" The figures suddenly separated.
Tai Puzi covered his ribs, blood spilled from his fingers.
He was silent for a while and then slowly said: "I heard that you have only practiced for three years."
Li Qingjun cupped his hands and said: "Before going to Jiange, I practiced martial arts for seventeen years and never slacked off."
"Teachable."
"Concession."
Tai Puzi slowly turned around, suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and shook his head: "One hundred and fifty years of cultivation were in vain."
The crowd stared blankly as Tai Puzi walked off the field. Li Qingjun stood on the spot and pointed his gun horizontally: "Is there any other comrade who wants to teach me?"
There was silence.
The sea breeze blew her long hair flying, the spear shone in the sun, and the silver soft armor shone like a goddess coming to earth.
"The list of stunning fairies is about to be replaced." At this moment, most of the people watching had this thought in their minds.
Of course, the list of stunning fairies depends not only on your face. If you are Taiqing and you look like a passerby, you will be the most beautiful woman in the world. If you are Fengchu and you look like an immortal, you will be nothing more than a furnace. Such is the human heart.
As for Li Qingjun now, it is conceivable that he will be famous all over the world in a few days.