In the eyes of those cultivators who didn't cultivate enough, that battle was like three light clusters constantly colliding and bumping around, knocking out countless arcs of light and a deadly storm of True Yuan Force.

In the eyes of the Black Fox Patriarch and the Demon Prince, this confrontation was detailed and vivid.

Their strong cultivation allowed them to look directly at the center of the battle without being dazzled, and their bodies were far stronger than ordinary Yuan Infant Cultivators, even if the powerful True Yuan Force Storm washed their bodies, it was just a breeze on their faces, a little cool.

They saw Qin Changkong take out a long sword that shone with purple lightning and starlight, and slashed the Holy Son one after another, Luo Tianche actually had nothing to do with this long sword, ordinary weapons should have already groaned under Luo Tianqi, and even been scarred.

Bursts of golden light continued to erupt from the saint's body, and one after another divine powers were used by her, her mouth was constantly chanting ancient spells, and her hands were quickly sealed, and the golden light sometimes became a deadly sword rain, sometimes it became an overwhelming net, and sometimes it was like a thousand-ton giant tripod, all of which fell on Qin Changkong's body, but it was like falling on the terrifying Dead Sea, and it didn't even stir up any waves.

They saw Qin Changkong's sword skills, and also saw Qin Changkong's old and spicy combat experience, he was like an old monster who had been sleeping for thousands of years, with an ordinary and ordinary temperament and an appearance that was no more than thirty years old, it was just his disguise, once this layer of camouflage was torn apart, his performance made even an old fox like the Black Fox Patriarch who thought he was an old fox frightened.

"This guy is actually suppressing Luo Tianzong's holy son and holy daughter. The Black Fox Patriarch muttered.

The demon prince was a little breathless, and said in a cold voice: "Luo Tianzong's Holy Son and Holy Maiden seem to be nothing more than that, once the power of the law is suppressed by the space of the Styx, they will be helpless against Qin Changkong, if they have the power of the law, they should be able to win." ”

The Black Fox Elder's eyes flashed, and he said, "Maybe, who knows......"

The space of the ninth layer of the Styx River suppressed the law power of the Holy Son and Holy Maiden, but this suppression was fair, and it would also suppress Qin Changkong - who knows if Qin Changkong had the law power? Who knows if the Holy Son and Holy Maiden could win, or might they lose faster, or even be killed in seconds?

"Bell!" was another slash, it was the confrontation between the Tiandu Sword and Luo Tianche, and the result was that the Holy Son was directly shocked by this sword, and one of the two golden light clusters quickly retreated, leaving the battlefield of the purple light cluster and the other golden light cluster.

Qin Lang's calm voice echoed in the space: "I said, you are not worthy of this sword, your strength is not enough to control it, and it is also very dissatisfied, because if it were another person, it might not be defeated so quickly under my Tiandu sword." ”

"I'm not convinced!" the Holy Son coughed up a mouthful of blood, barely holding his body.

Qin Changkong is not the kind of person who will let the enemy breathe and not pursue, beating the water dogs, falling into the well, cutting the grass and roots, etc., are all things he must do, if it weren't for the saint girl who dragged Qin Lang with her divine power at that moment, Qin Lang's Tiandu Sword would have already pierced the heart of the Holy Son, and the purple arc would begin to shine in his heart, baking everything in his body, including the Yuan Baby, into flying ashes.

The Holy Maiden was very anxious, she had already realized that her divine powers seemed to be useless to Qin Changkong, and the previous invincible divine powers smashed on Qin Lang was like smashing into a black hole.

She realized that she might lose this battle today, and even if both of them used secret methods to join forces to fight the dreamlike monk in front of her, there was no hope of victory.

She still has a finale hole card that she hasn't turned over, but she doesn't want to use it, which is only used when the greatest despair comes. Because she had no way to control this hole card at all, once she used it, she might be able to kill Qin Changkong, but the Holy Son would definitely die before Qin Changkong.

Qin Lang swung his sword at will, and purple arcs of lightning shone out from the sword, shattering one golden light cluster after another, even if it was a thousand-ton giant ding, under his long sword, it would be lifeless to shatter into pieces.

Every inch of Qin Lang's body was now shining with purple light, which was the result of the true yuan power of the purple yuan infant all over his body, although this was not the effect he wanted, after all, it made him look like a purple monster, but the purple yuan baby obviously didn't care about his thoughts.

Fortunately, this kind of true yuan power brought him was incomparably powerful, as if the inexhaustible true yuan power was constantly being channeled out, allowing him to easily dissolve the divine power of the holy woman. The so-called supernatural powers, the essence of which are true yuan power, after the true yuan power of the saint in the divine power is dissolved by his true yuan power, the divine power will be self-defeating.

Relying on the suppression of the quality of the purple Yuan Baby's true yuan force, he showed the ability to dissolve the true yuan force as if cheating, with the blessing of this true yuan force, he seemed to have the kind of shield that absorbs magic power in a game, and the saint's divine power attack is a magic attack, and the magic attack hits the shield that absorbs magic power, and how high the magic damage is, it will consume the energy of the shield equally, but the energy of his shield seems to be endless, so the magic power is like ineffective when it hits him.

The saint couldn't guess the logic, because it was simply impossible, for example, she had a hundred points of true yuan power, and she could use a supernatural power with a damage value of 10,000 points, but did the other party have 10,000 points of true yuan power to offset her supernatural power?

She is using the secret method now, she is an out-of-body immortal, and she has to do this, unless it is a distraction period Venerable!

Qin Lang was not a Distraction Venerable, but he had a purple primordial infant.

Qin Lang never knew how perverted the purple primordial infant with full apertures was, and it wasn't until this battle that he realized how many times stronger the purple primordial infant was than the ordinary monk's primordial infant.

Ordinary monks, even if it is the ultimate seventh-grade primordial infant, compared to the purple primordial infant, it is like a drop of rain containing extremely trace amounts of metal elements compared to a drop of molten steel, it is no longer dwarfed, it is clearly a completely different thing.

"Da Luo Tian Slash!" the Holy Son roared and attacked again, in the precious few seconds that the Holy Maiden had fought for him, he had already recovered the ability to launch the next attack, and he slashed out a sword brazenly, in his mind now, he no longer cared if he could defeat Qin Changkong, he just wanted to keep sending out his sword, and then out of his sword, until he couldn't swing the sword.

In his opinion, he was the prince of the noble Roman Empire, and a monk like Qin Changkong who was born in a remote galaxy like Qin Changkong was just a dirt bun from a small mountain village, and when he rode a tall horse, wore luxurious armor, and carried a long sword made of stainless steel to the small mountain village, the earth bun should have knelt on the side of the road and trembled, and it was blasphemy to even raise his head to look at himself.

But the dirt buns of this remote galaxy actually rode their own donkeys, holding things like harpoons and hoes, and spat disrespectfully at him, and Qin Changkong's dirt buns were particularly hateful, because Qin Changkong rode a donkey and launched a charge against himself with a hoe, and even knocked down the sweaty BMW under his crotch, brandishing the hoe to block his sword, saying that your sword is not as good as my hoe, of course, in fact, you don't know how to use a sword at all.

How could he endure this? The noble prince was holding a sword with a flickering cold light, and he was actually going to be beaten down by the hoe of a dirt bun?

That's impossible!

"You're just a lowly monk!And I'm the Holy Son of Luo Tianzong!You give me death!" The Holy Son roared angrily, and Luo Tianche in his hand cut through the space and slashed towards Qin Changkong.

With a "bell", Luo Tianche was blocked, this sword full of power and anger was blocked by Qin Lang with the Tiandu Sword in his backhand, blocking so easily, blocking so carelessly, just like a swordsmanship teacher blocking the wooden sword in the hands of a six- or seven-year-old young student, the swordsmanship teacher never had to concentrate so much, because the opponent was just a young child.

Qin Changkong had this feeling when he dealt with Luo Tianzong's Holy Son.

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