In Long Qianjue's opinion, if a genius like Luo Cangqiong can be subordinated to Qianjue Island, then even if more people died in Luo Cangqiong's hands before, he can not blame the past.

Luo Cangqiong's calm gaze did not have the slightest emotional fluctuation.

He said indifferently: "Long Qianjue, if you have any means, just use it! Why bother pretending here, let me tell you, you are dreaming if you want me to join Qianjue Island!"

The moment Luo Cangqiong's words fell, the faint smile on Long Qianjue's face gradually solidified.

The fierce killing intent was released from Long Qianjue's body like a storm, and he said calmly: "Luo Cangqiong, I am kind enough to give you a chance to live, you are so ignorant, then you will die!"

Swish!

Long Qianjue's body suddenly disappeared in place.

In an instant, Luo Cangqiong's heart was horrified, and a strong sense of crisis spread from the bottom of his heart.

Roar!

Luo Cangqiong held the silver dragon spear with both hands, and the high-pitched dragon groan erupted from the silver-white spear body.

Luo Cangqiong's body bowed slightly, and the silver dragon spear suddenly stabbed out in front of him.

Clang!

The sound of gold and iron colliding resounded, and the silver dragon spear stopped in mid-air, and at the same time, Long Qianjue's figure also appeared.

Long Qianjue's right hand just held the tip of the silver dragon spear, and at that moment, the silver dragon spear seemed to be held by iron tongs, and it was difficult to make an inch.

Now, before Luo Cangqiong passed, there were endless battles, and his body was covered with many scars, and the consumption of spiritual power was even more intense.

But even so, Luo Cangqiong's previous shot had killed Mu Hong, who had been in the Heavenly Martial Realm, but in front of Long Qianjue, he felt as if he didn't have any power to resist.

"Luo Cangqiong, although you are a senior disciple of the Xuantian Sect, do you feel that my Long Qianjue is the kind of person who can be kneaded? You underestimate me too much. ”

The corners of Long Qianjue's lips raised slightly, and he sneered.

At that moment, Luo Cangqiong's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart was shocked.

Long Qianjue was able to take charge of Qianjue Island and stood in the sea area of Wandao for many years, and his strength was indeed not just a simple Tianwu Realm.

With that kind of strong spiritual power fluctuation, I am afraid that he is already at the peak of the Heavenly Martial Realm Triple Realm, and he is only half a step away from the Heavenly Martial Realm Triple Realm.

Long Qianjue suddenly let go of the silver dragon spear with his right hand, and then he put his hand on the body of the spear, and with a light slap, a terrifying force like a mountain suddenly rushed into Luo Cangqiong's arm along the silver dragon spear.

The tiger's mouth of Luo Cangqiong's hands was directly torn out of a hideous blood mark.

In his arm, a violent tingling sensation came, and Luo Cangqiong had to let go of the silver dragon spear in an instant.

Bang!

The silver dragon spear flew out and plunged straight into the rock wall of the Soul Burial Abyss.

Swish!

At the same time, Long Qianjue's figure disappeared in place again, and the next moment, he appeared in front of Luo Cangqiong.

"Give me death!"

Long Qianjue's face was filled with a touch of coldness, he shouted angrily, and a palm slammed on Luo Cangqiong's chest.

Suddenly, Luo Cangqiong shot out backwards, and his body fell directly into the hard rock wall of the Soul Burial Abyss, and the rocks rolled down from the sky, and Luo Cangqiong was buried.

Long Qianjue stood with his hands in his hands, and his cold gaze looked at the buried Luo firmament.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in surprise: "Huh, Luo Cangqiong is not dead yet, is my cultivation regressing?"

In the midst of the pile of rubble, faint breathing could be heard.

In the quiet space of the Soul Abyss, after a few minutes of silence, a bloodstained palm poked out of the chaotic stones.

Whoa!

The rocks rolled down, and Luo Cangqiong climbed out of the stone pile with difficulty.

At this moment, Luo Cangqiong's clothes were already in tatters, and there were several bloody white bones on his body, which stabbed out from under the skin, and the appearance was extremely terrifying.

However, the only thing that can attract attention is that under Luo Cangqiong's tattered clothes, his upper body seems to have a soft armor with a golden luster.

Just now, it was that soft armor that fended him off most of Long Qianjue's attacks.

Long Qianjue also noticed the existence of that soft armor, he nodded slightly, and sighed: "I see, you actually have a protective soft armor on your body, it's normal that I didn't kill you just now." ”

"But ......" Long Qianjue changed his words and said: "Luo Cangqiong, you think that you can be saved with this soft armor, you are too naïve." ”

"Now I'll break your soft armor and send you on your way. ”

Swish!

Long Qianjue's figure shot out again, and in his hand, the continuous palm prints were like a raging storm and swept towards the Luo sky.

Bang! Bang!

The palm prints continued to bombard Luo Cangqiong's chest.

Although with the protection of the protective soft armor, Luo Cangqiong would not be killed by those palm prints in a short period of time, but the strong anti-shock power still passed into his body through the soft armor.

For a while, the qi and blood in Luo Cangqiong's body surged.

On the top of the internal organs, there were many blood stains spreading, and a trace of blood flowed out of the internal organs, and the intense pain made Luo Cangqiong almost faint.

Long Qianjue looked at Luo Cangqiong, whose vitality was getting weaker and weaker, but the smile on his face was even stronger.

Click!

Suddenly, a crack spread on Luo Cangqiong's protective soft armor, and under the bombardment of many palm prints, the soft armor finally reached the brink of collapse.

At this moment, Luo Cangqiong felt that a powerful attack tore through the soft armor and brutally rushed into his body.

Luo Cangqiong's eyelids seemed to be hung with two thousand catties of boulders, and he even became a little difficult to open his eyes.

"Are you still going to die?"

Luo Cangqiong muttered to himself, he didn't expect that he would die in such a place.

Luo Cangqiong was arrogant in his heart, even at the beginning, when he was chased and killed by many powerhouses on the Thousand Peerless Island, he didn't want to ask for help immediately.

However, when Mu Hong made a move, Luo Cangqiong finally realized what a terrifying crisis he was facing.

However, Luo Cangqiong also knew that although he passed on the information for help through the order of the sect's disciples, the sea area of Wandao was too far away from the Xuantian Sect.

In just a few days, even the elders of the sect could not rush to save him.

The meaning of despair spread in the bottom of his heart, and just as Luo Cangqiong was about to meet Long Qianjue's death palm, suddenly a sound of breaking wind came from outside the Burial Soul Abyss.

That slender figure shot from afar, he supported Luo Cangqiong's crumbling body, and then sighed: "Fortunately, it's not too late for me to come, Luo Cangqiong should still be saved." ”