Chapter 100: Bitter Battle

"Law enforcement Elder Xue is not here, then my deacon elder will enforce the law on his behalf, although there is a suspicion of overstepping his bounds, but I don't mind, and I don't mind if I want to come to Elder Xue." The look on Zhou Moyang's face fell into Wan Qingping's eyes, and the latter smiled, put away the harvested storage bag, patted his sleeve casually, and showed a disdainful expression towards Zhou Moyang. Slowly approached two steps, pointed to the charred corpse casually, and said, "Do you want to kill yourself and leave a whole corpse, or do you want to be like him?" ”

"Don't be ashamed!" Zhou Moyang's eyes were cold, he subconsciously took two steps back, maintaining a distance of ten zhang, his hands flashed, he sacrificed the dragon head sword and the golden light shield, looked directly at Wan Qingping, and said in his heart, "This person has extremely strong strength, and his methods are extremely cruel, so he needs to be more careful." ”

"I really wonder, why do you like to say this before you die?" Wan Qingping stroked the hem of the red robe, a little helplessness appeared on his face, but there was no expression in his eyes, only deep indifference, like perennial ice and snow. Zhou Moyang was ready for battle. "By the way, before you die, you will regret not offending me." Wan Qingping's face showed a smile, like a blooming poppy, and a trace of cruelty was undoubtedly revealed in his eyes. Zhou Mo raised his eyebrows and frowned, this person's eyes were empty, which made him disgusted.

Suddenly, the pitch-black pupils in Wan Qingping's eyes suddenly lit up, his eyes instantly turned turquoise, his pupils became swirling, and two silky black rays flashed away. "Supreme True Pupil Soul Piercing Technique" Zhou Moyang was taken aback, Wan Qingping was not a disciple of the Reincarnation Sect, how could he be a soul technique? At this time, it was too late to think about it, Zhou Moyang's eyes that were also not slow turned turquoise in an instant, his pupils became swirling, and two silky black rays greeted Wan Qingping's two black rays, and then Zhou Moyang only felt a tingling pain in his brain, endured the discomfort, shook his head and barely came back to his senses, and cheered up his spirits. At this time, Wan Qingping was also taken aback, "Good boy, where did you learn this soul technique?" Zhou Moyang didn't answer, now the two of them no longer have the power of their souls, and they have performed the second soul technique.

"Dragon's Head Sword, Disease!" Zhou Moyang made the first move, pinched the sword trick in his hand, and a golden light, as fast as lightning, shaped like a cloud shuttle, with a "boom", in the blink of an eye, it had already shot in front of Wan Qingping. Wan Qingping majored in fire magic, and his hands shot out two flames several inches long, as soon as these two flames appeared, they immediately condensed into one, like a sword, and with the ability of the naked eye, he turned into a slender fire sword seven or eight inches long. The fire sword immediately caught up with the dragon head sword, and its body was invisible, and it was shattered by the dragon head sword, but it recovered in an instant, wrapped around the dragon head sword, and made the sword speed slow down.

At this time, Wan Qingping walked towards Zhou Moyang, his red robe was rubbed by the breeze, and the material was like a fine silk thread, glowing with brilliance, as if there was a dark red flame flowing on it. He didn't walk fast, but every time he took a step closer to Zhou Moyang, Zhou Moyang felt a scorching chill enveloping him, which kept getting worse.

It was obviously a scorching flame, and there was a burning sensation on the skin, but it felt like a cold breath on the face, and the whole body was so cold that it was about to shiver. These two extreme feelings were fused together, and Zhou Moyang felt quite uncomfortable. Seeing Wan Qingping getting closer and closer, he suddenly clasped his hands together and shouted, "Flame Knife!" ”

Between the two hands, two dazzling rays of light rose, completely belonging to the scorching heat of the sun, and the surrounding air boiled, dispelling the cold. "You're also playing with fire, so it's even more fun!" Wan Qingping smiled, his steps suddenly splendid, and he swept in front of Zhou Moyang.

"Out!" Zhou Moyang's face was reflected red by the two fire knives that were cast, his hands were shining, he looked coldly at Wan Qingping, and with a push of both hands, the two fire knives crossed horizontally and vertically, and collided towards Wan Qingping, and everywhere he passed, the grass and trees were all embers.

However, Na Wan Qingping did not dodge or dodge, but hooked the corners of his mouth, revealing an evil smile, which became more and more weird under the backdrop of his hands. "Heaven and earth are open to fire!" Wan Qingping's two hands were blazing, his right hand was facing the dazzling flame knife, with a false finger, in his figure covered by firelight, there seemed to be more reflection of the flame knife, the next moment, something strange happened, the flame knife was suddenly stunned, this time, the connection with Zhou Moyang seemed to be cut off by a hard partition. Immediately, Wan Qingping's fingers bent and pointed at Zhou Moyang, the horizontal and vertical flame knife, with a "whoosh" sound, flew back upside down, and the whistling flames dragged a long virtual tail.

Zhou Moyang hurriedly pinched the magic trick in his hand, driven by his thoughts, obviously the flame knife that was cast with his spiritual power, but he didn't respond at all. He frowned, already sensing the danger brought by the flame knife he had unleashed, and his body moved at the moment, dodging it.

Wan Qingping's fingers changed direction again, and followed Zhou Moyang, and the flame knife suddenly bypassed the trees that were about to collide, as if spiritual, and chased after Zhou Moyang. Zhou Moyang's face changed slightly, and he continued to dodge, and said in his heart: "I still have the killer Heavenly Thunder Bead, but now that I have spread it out, I will be guarded against by Wan Qingping, and I will no longer have a chance of winning, so I can't be in a hurry." ”

The firelight of Wan Qingping's hands converged a lot, but the two eyes hidden in the sockets stared at Zhou Moyang, who was dodging in a circle dozens of zhang away, and with a slight bend of his fingers, the flame knife moved at will, chasing Zhou Moyang. Wan Qingping stroked his chin slightly white, compared with the red robe, his beard was particularly distinct, standing indifferently, the breeze blowing the hem of the robe, a leisurely and complacent demeanor.

At this time, the fire sword entangled with the dragon head sword had been worn out, after all, it was condensed with fire, where could it be worthy of the real best spiritual weapon. However, the Dragon Head Sword was suspended in the air and did not move again, it seemed that Zhou Moyang was no longer able to be distracted.

"Cat and mouse, I'm tired of playing for a long time, it's time for me to send you on your way!" After a while, Wan Qingping said in a cold voice, turned his head to look at Zhou Moyang, and the fire in his hands suddenly burst out. "Boom!" Zhou Moyang only felt that his whole body was suddenly hot, but his body was suddenly cold, hot as if he was being burned by fire, so cold that his blood vessels were filled with ice, and his whole body suddenly stopped uncontrollably. At the same time, a flying fork that was a few feet long and thicker than a human arm broke through the air with a "whoosh" sound.

This scene is amazingly fast, if you change to an ordinary monk in the early stage of foundation building, I am afraid that even if you have prepared early, you will not be able to struggle at all, and you can only watch death. However, although Zhou Moyang was not shocked, relying on the power of the powerful divine soul, the spiritual power in the dantian surged wildly, although it was not enough to completely dispel the cold and heat feeling around his body, but it was enough to enable him to move freely.

However, he was not in a hurry, but stared at the approaching flames with a frightened expression, and seemed to stretch out his hand with all his might, his mouth wide open, as if he wanted to scream. "That's it, it's a disappointment!" Wan Qingping put down his hands outstretched, and the firelight began to dissipate. He had absolute confidence in his blow, and a mere foundation building monk in the early stage of foundation building, no matter how strong his martial arts were, he couldn't resist it. He looked at Zhou Moyang, his frightened demeanor was like a beautiful picture, vivid and vivid, so that the flesh and blood of his whole body couldn't help but tremble with excitement, he liked to look at his opponent, and fell in front of him in horror.

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