The purple lotus began to bloom and grew larger. In the blink of an eye, it expanded dozens of times.
The petals begin to fall off and turn into a new purple lotus.
Immediately, a new purple lotus bloomed, and then continued to shed its petals, turning into a newer purple lotus.
Repeatedly, in just ten seconds, purple lotuses spread all over the Huangquan River.
The Huangquan River was like a giant black python nailed by nails. It could no longer flow and quickly disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Also disappearing were the black fog and gloomy ghostly atmosphere in the Trading Place city.
Seeing this scene, the ancestor of Wuqing Mountain changed his mind drastically: "You can't be a monk in the middle stage of foundation building!"
Such changes in magical power cannot be displayed even at the peak of the late stage of Core Formation, let alone the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.
Chen Hao said lightly: "Are you blind?"
He pointed a little.
The purple lotus that had occupied the entire Huangquan River instantly gathered together and turned into a huge purple fire dragon, roaring and rushing towards the ancestor of Wuqing Mountain.
As for the Huangquan River, it has completely disappeared.
The Patriarch of Wuqingshan didn't dodge, he grabbed it in the air, and instantly there was a jet-black sword in his hand, and he chopped it off hard on the head.
Unparalleled sword light emitted from the jet-black sword, immediately cutting the purple fire dragon into several pieces and dissipating into countless sparks.
"Did you use a magic weapon?"
Chen Hao's expression changed, and under the call of his mind, a red light flashed, and a fiery red sword appeared beside him out of thin air.
It is the Chifeng sword among the seven-color swords.
Chen Hao stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the Chifeng Sword. As the mana was poured into it, with a roar, the Chifeng Sword burned with blazing flames.
"Chen Hao, you are very strong, but not so strong that you can crush me. That's great!"
Although the Patriarch of Wuqing Mountain was defeated in the competition with magical powers, he did not show any signs of solemnity and panic. Instead, he was very excited and full of fighting spirit.
Chen Hao was startled.
Is this Patriarch of Wuqingshan a martial arts idiot?
"Eat my sword!"
The Patriarch of Wuqingshan shouted loudly and flew into the air. While in mid-air, he swung his black sword and chopped off Chen Hao's head.
The unparalleled sword power bloomed, like a river bursting its banks, surging and extremely powerful.
He actually took the initiative to attack Chen Hao.
"court death!"
Chen Hao's face turned cold and he refused to evade. He held the Chifeng Sword and soared into the sky.
Whoosh whoosh... Soaring into the sky together, there was also the huge wave of fire released by the Chifeng Sword, which roared like a fire dragon and dyed the sky in the Trading Place City blood red.
In the blink of an eye, the sword and the fire wave collided head-on, making a deafening explosion.
Waves of fire intertwined with sword light, spreading out like a storm and sweeping through every part of the trading market.
Everything is shattered.
Even if Yu Haojie and Yan Hongzhi were protected by a large array, they did not dare to stay in the trading market anymore, but quickly retreated.
The white light curtain surrounding Fang City was like bulletproof glass that had been bombarded by machine guns. It made an overwhelming crackling sound, and fine cracks kept appearing, and were later repaired by the power of the formation.
The monks from all the sects retreated further, using their spiritual consciousness to remotely sense the battle, with expressions of awe and shock.
The awe was due to the powerful power displayed by Chen Hao and the Patriarch of Qingqing Mountain.
What was shocking was that Chen Hao, a monk in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, was on a par with the ancestor of Wuqing Mountain who was in the Dan Formation stage.
No, it’s not that they are evenly matched, it’s Chen Hao who is suppressing the ancestor of Qingqing Mountain! If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn’t have believed it.
Almost all the monks took out their communication talismans and sent them to their respective masters to report the situation of the battle in real time.
In the city, in the firelight, two swift and unmatched figures kept colliding and separated like lightning.
It was Chen Hao and the Patriarch of Qingqing Mountain each holding swords, fighting fiercely in close combat while competing for the power of magic weapons.
Bang bang bang... Every time the two of them met and collided, the Chifeng sword and the jet black sword would clash hundreds of times, making a sound of gold and iron that was enough to pierce the eardrums.
Endless waves of fire and sword energy centered on the two of them, bursting out wildly in all directions, blooming in many places, turning the city into a hell-like place.
If it weren't for the powerful formation blocking it, Chen Hao and the ancestors of Wuqingshan might have completely destroyed the entire Wuqingshan.
The alchemy monks possess overwhelming power, and it is no lie.
"Your sword is pretty good."
Chen Hao said with his spiritual consciousness.
When he saw the ancestor of Qingqing Mountain take out a jet-black sword, he thought it was a magic weapon with yin attributes, so he took out the Chifeng Sword with masculine fire attributes, intending to use its attributes to restrain it.
However, after the confrontation, Chen Hao discovered that the flying sword, the magic weapon of the ancestor of Qingqing Mountain, was only black in color and had nothing to do with the Yin attribute.
This jet-black sword is not only more powerful than the Chifeng Sword, but there is also a ruthless spiritual murderous intention hidden in the sword's power.
This spiritual murderous intention is silent and extremely fierce. It is integrated with the power of the black sword and is extremely difficult to guard against.
If Chen Hao was just an ordinary alchemy monk with the same cultivation level as the Patriarch of Wuqing Mountain, he would no longer be an opponent with the Red Peak Sword alone.
The Patriarch of Qingqing Mountain chuckled: "You know what you are good at, this is the Wuqing Sword, the treasure of Qingqing Mountain.
How about it, isn’t it a good feeling to have your spirit invaded by the ruthless sword intent?”
Although Chen Hao didn't look abnormal, it was impossible not to be attacked by the ruthless sword's murderous intent.
"The sword intention is good, but it's a pity that you are too weak and cannot display its power at all."
Chen Haodao: "This will solve your problem."
As he finished speaking, a green light flashed in his left hand, and instantly there was a sword blooming with a green light.
Qingfeng Sword.
The expression of the ancestor of Wuqingshan changed. He didn't expect that Chen Hao also had a magical flying sword of different colors.
Has this guy not used his true strength yet?
"Die!"
Chen Hao held two swords in both hands, shouted loudly, and chopped off the head.
Boom, boom, boom... the unparalleled sword light and fire wave instantly drowned the ancestor of Wuqing Mountain.
The Patriarch of Wuqing Mountain roared angrily, waved the Qingqing Sword, and tried his best to block it.
The sword's light is like water, fire waves are shooting out, the sky is shaking, and it is wreaking havoc.
The Patriarch of Wuqingshan retreated for tens of meters, finally neutralizing the power of Qingfeng Sword and Chifeng Sword.
But the feeling of danger did not disappear, but became stronger.
After the fire wave and sword light dissipated, what was revealed was Chen Hao's figure exuding a terrifying aura.
Two unparalleled sword edges, one green and one red, crossed and slashed at the ancestor of Wuqing Mountain.
"Ahhh..." The Patriarch of Wuqingshan had no time to dodge, nor did he want to dodge. He roared and raised the Qingqing Sword, blocking and parrying.
Bang bang bang... The three swords intersected fiercely, erupting with dazzling sparks. The violent sound of gold and iron clashing, like an iron cone, strongly stimulated the eardrums of every monk watching the battle.
All the monks couldn't help but cover their ears.
"Defeat me!"
Chen Hao shouted loudly and pressed down hard with his swords.
The dirty and pale face of the Patriarch of Wuqing Mountain instantly turned as red as blood. He felt an overwhelming force coming from him and was about to fly backwards uncontrollably.
But his eyes widened with anger, and he refused to take a step back, choosing to bear this huge force forcefully.
"You..." Chen Hao was surprised.
I really don’t understand why the ancestor of Qingqing Mountain did this.