The golden, red and cold white jade bottle hanging on Li Ziqing's waist suddenly burst out with raging white gold flames. Finally, the white gold flames circled into a ball and turned into a golden sun, hanging high on Li Ziqing's waist.
Directly above Qing's head.
At the same time, Li Ziqing moved his five fingers and actually held the jade bottle in his hand. From a distance, it looked like he was holding the hilt of a sword. Finally, he
When Xiahou Qingshan's sword slashed towards him, he saw a bright golden-white sword light roaring out from the mouth of the golden-red and cold-white jade bottle.
Clang!!!
The sword light finally showed its true state, and finally, like the sharp iron sword, it directly resisted Xiahou Qingshan's Dragon Sword Slash and the blood formation that could deprive all vitality.
"That jade bottle is actually a sword?"
"Is there such a sword?"
"Is it possible that the sword blade is hidden in the mouth of the bottle?"
When they saw the sword emerging from the mouth of the bottle, everyone who saw this scene was speechless.
"Are you kidding me? Such a small bottle is only as big as a palm. How can it possibly hide such a long sword?"
"Then what's going on?"
"I don't know either. I have never seen this kind of weapon. Also, look, the sun above Li Ziqing's head seems to be getting more and more dazzling."
Afterwards, following the direction of the man's finger, everyone saw a dazzling white light bursting out from the golden sun. Finally, the plum moved, and the golden sun followed.
During this period, wherever it was illuminated, the places that were swept away by the dazzling white light were as if all living things were coming back to life.
Finally, looking from a distance, the white golden sun looks like a real sun, reviving all things.
"Could that little jade bottle be a spiritual treasure?"
Zhang Kuan didn't dare to say anything, he just muttered in his heart.
Obviously, Zhang Kuan guessed it right, because Li Ziqing’s [Tai Chi Liang Yi]
Bottle], it is a genuine spiritual treasure.
It not only combines the power of the flame golden fire bottle, the hot fire and the cold fire in the cold cold fire bottle, but also mixes and mixes the power of the sky fire of the star meteor sky fire in Li Ziqing's body.
Finally, the heavenly fire in Li Ziqing's body echoed the heavenly fire in the bottle, and finally, the golden sun in the sky also moved with Li Ziqing's body.
As for the sword body that is solidified like a sword, it is the ultimate compressed flame that has been condensed into a solid state.
The flame sword body is divided into three forms.
The extremely hot flame sword!
The freezing cold flame sword!
The Tai Chi sword between Yan Leng and Yan Leng!
To deal with evil and ghostly things, the flames naturally become more intense, so Li Ziqing only used the flames inside to create a sun-like fire ball.
Finally, the sun appeared and its sunlight filled the earth. Naturally, these evil and ghostly things had to disperse quickly.
It is precisely because of this that when Li Ziqing was fighting with the Xiahou Qingshan sword, the aura of the blood energy formation surrounding him was like the clouds being pushed away, moving at a speed visible to the naked eye.
dissipating rapidly.
Except for Li Ziqing, no one else present noticed this, including Xiahou Qingshan who formed a formation and surrounded him.
And Xiahou Qingshan probably doesn't know that using this blood energy formation will drastically burn his life force. It is precisely because of this that Xiahou Qingshan, who is only eighteen years old at this time, has a face that looks like two people.
Just like the fifteen or sixteen, it has become more sharp-edged and no longer childish.
At first glance, there seems to be no change, but upon closer inspection, there is something fishy about it.
In other words, even if Li Ziqing didn't kill him and just maintained a stalemate with him, Xiahou Qingshan would also die of old age and become a skeleton as time passed.
"It seems that the person who passed the call wanted to use this guy for experiments. Also, if such a demonic method is practiced directly, who knows what will happen?
What kind of sequelae? This guy is really pitiful. He was used as a test subject and he doesn’t even know about it."
When looking at Xiahou Qingshan, who was still facing him tit for tat, slashing with swords and growing older by one year with every passing second, Li Ziqing actually felt a little pitiful for him.
"Why is my magic useless to you?"
The devouring aura of the blood energy formation could be said to have completely enveloped Li Ziqing, but for some reason, Li Ziqing was fine with it.
Not to mention, the golden sun fireball in the sky was just like the sun, and it was so scorching that it made him dehydrated and unable to withstand it.
"Why is it useless to me? Just look around and look at yourself first."
After finishing speaking, Li Ziqing twisted his wrist, and the flame sword condensed in the jade bottle in his hand moved horizontally again. Finally, Xiahou Qingshan, who was holding the Broken Dragon Sword in his hand, was directly thrown away by Li Ziqing, and in the
During the missile's flight, the face of Xiahou Qingshan's Wandering Dragon Sword reflected his face on the sword body. That is to say, Li Ziqing used the sword face as a mirror, allowing Xiahou Qingshan to
I saw clearly what I really looked like at this time.
"No, no, that's impossible!"
Compared with the sharp edges and corners of his early twenties, Xiahou Qingshan's appearance at this time actually showed a lot more vicissitudes of life. He looked a bit closer to his early forties, but this was not proportional to his age of only eighteen years old.
When he finally scanned the surroundings with his peripheral vision, he was even more surprised to find that the ground here was actually covered with blue lightning arcs that flickered like earthworms.
"Thunder and lightning?"
Seeing this, Xiahou Qingshan immediately frowned.
Li Ziqing immediately gave him a response: "Leike is a monster in the world, not to mention your little evil spirit and blood. Also, take another look at your appearance."
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Ziqing sheathed his sword and walked away, keeping a certain distance from Xiahou Qingshan.
When Xiahou Qingshan heard this, he naturally retracted his sword immediately and finally used the sword surface as a mirror to check his own appearance again.
Finally, compared with the previous vicissitudes of forty years, at this time, his hair on the temples has completely turned into a white gap.
He looked like an old man in his early fifties who was heading towards his sixties.
"It's impossible. It's only been a few minutes. I'm only eighteen years old. This person is not me. This person is definitely not me!"
When he saw that his face was like that of an old man, Xiahou Qingshan trembled all over. At the same time, he also leaned back tremblingly, as if he had completely lost his soul.