Chapter 40: Hexagonal snake pupils

High in the air

Lu Qianhe stared at Zhao Cang, who had a cold expression in front of him and was full of murderous aura, and said in a deep voice: "Even if you are the descendant of Shen Hanyue and offend my Northern Qi, the old man will kill you!"

Zhao Cang heard Lu Qianhe's words and smiled coldly: "Old immortal, don't think that you can win the general because you have eaten a few years more dry food than the general! Today, I, Zhao Cang, will kill you, and then destroy all the generals under you!" Saying that, the Cold Moon Spear in Zhao Cang's hand slowly trembled.

Suddenly, the shadow of the Dao spear rolled up layer upon layer like a wave, roaring like a beast and rushing towards Lu Qianhe.

Seeing that Zhao Cang's stacking wave spear technique in front of him was even more skillful than just now, a trace of surprise flashed in Lu Qianhe's eyes.

Immediately, his right hand was raised, his five fingers were put together in a palm, and he slapped it forward vigorously.

Suddenly, a huge flow of true qi in the palm of his hand swirled like a rushing river, slapping towards the waves that Zhao Cang had unleashed.

"Bang-"

With a loud bang, the palm of the True Qi and the waves of True Qi collided violently, and suddenly the True Qi exploded, and then a strong and wild wave of True Qi surged around like a bomb.

The wind was raging, the true qi was surging, and Lu Qianhe's eyes narrowed slightly between the black hair flying, and then he looked at Zhao Cang, who couldn't help but take two steps back, with a slightly heavy gaze.

He didn't expect Zhao Cang to be so powerful after fusing with the snake spirit!

He, a powerhouse of the general-level consummation realm, couldn't take Zhao Cang, a mid-general-level junior, which made him feel a little angry in his heart.

On the other hand, Zhao Cang, after he confronted Lu Qianhe, his body took two steps back uncontrollably, and then his eyes flashed, and as soon as he stepped into the void, he actually rushed towards Lu Qianhe again.

At the same time, the Cold Moon Spear in his hand swung violently, and suddenly a huge and condensed Wanyue Phantom that emitted a cold cold light flew towards Lu Qianhe like a light knife!

Feeling the waning moon phantom that Zhao Cang shot out, Lu Qianhe frowned, raised the void in his right hand, and a mini small sword suddenly appeared.

Immediately, the little sword grew up in an instant like a balloon that had been blown up, and almost in the blink of an eye, it turned into a cyan long sword more than three feet long!

This cyan long sword is as wide as three fingers and three feet long, and its luster is transparent and clear, as transparent as crystal.

But what is amazing is that the two sides of this long sword are carved with mountain and river patterns!

Mountains on one side and rivers on the other.

Mountains and rivers sword!

After seeing Lu Qianhe's sword, Zhao Cang's face turned slightly, and his heart was a little solemn.

Because this mountain and river sword is Lu Qianhe's sword, and it is also the Taoist weapon of his divine thoughts.

Dao weapons are high-grade psychic weapons that can be fused with the master's divine thoughts, and Dao weapons can only be fully mastered and used by martial arts cultivators when they reach the king level.

At this time, this Lu Qianhe actually had a Dao weapon in the General-level Consummation Realm, and it seemed that he should have completely mastered the drive, how could he Zhao Cang not be surprised?

Because his Cold Moon Spear didn't fully blend with him!

But even so, he, Zhao Cang, has to fight.

Because at this time he is not just a person, because he also has a snake spirit!

Lu Qianhe held the mountain and river sword in his hand and sighed: "I didn't expect to join forces with you so soon." ”

As soon as Lu Qianhe's words fell, a disdainful voice of a young boy sounded in his mind: "Old man, I didn't expect you to be so vegetable, you can't even beat a hairy boy, it's really embarrassing." ”

Hearing the boy's sarcastic voice, Lu Qianhe's face stiffened, but he didn't blame the other party, but said in a serious tone: "Okay, you better help me destroy the enemy first!"

Listening to Lu Qianhe's serious words, the boy stopped talking, but on the mountain and river sword, there was a streamer, and a light aura instantly emanated.

It all seems like a long time, but it's actually just a moment.

Holding the mountain and river sword, Lu Qianhe directly stepped forward, and the mountain and river sword in his hand swung suddenly, and suddenly a force of mountains and rivers diffused out, and then turned into a fierce and incomparable sword!

As soon as this sword appeared, it exuded a monstrous sharp force, and the void everywhere it passed seemed to be cut by it.

"Click~"

With a soft crisp sound, the waning moon phantom and the mountains and rivers swords and swords collided together, and then the waning moon phantom cracked in response, and then turned into a cloud of fragments of light, and then slowly dissipated.

But Lu Qianhe's sword and sword sword swung out just made a moment, and then roared towards Zhao Cang again.

Seeing this, Zhao Cang's body turned, and then his body suddenly rose in fright, and the Cold Moon Spear in his hand suddenly turned into a sky full of spear shadows and smashed towards Lu Qianhe.

Seeing this, Lu Qianhe's face sank, and the majestic and powerful true qi in his body surged wildly, and the mountain and river sword in his hand swung upwards with a momentum that provoked the sky.

Suddenly, a huge and condensed sharp sword roared out, and I saw that the shadow of the spear in the sky was torn apart from the middle by the sharp sword like a cloth covering the sky.

Then, Lu Qianhe's body shook and disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, his body suddenly appeared on Zhao Cang's side.

Seeing Lu Qianhe appear in front of him, Zhao Cang's face changed suddenly, and his body had dodged in advance before Lu Qianhe attacked him. At the same time, the Cold Moon Spear in his hand shook several times again.

Just like that, the two of you chase me, you attack and defend me, and after dozens of rounds of fighting, no one can help anyone.

Zhao Cang, who was panting violently, looked gloomily at Lu Qianhe, who was also looking at him with solemn eyes not far ahead, and the electric light in his heart was flowing quickly, thinking about countermeasures.

If it goes on like this, he has no choice but to help the other party, although the other party can suppress himself, he can't help himself.

But Zhao Cang knew in his heart that his strength was not his own after all, once the time of the snake sacrifice technique passed, the snake spirit possession would automatically unravel, and his strength would fall back to the middle of the general level again!

At that time, let alone fighting with Lu Qianhe, he may not even be able to take Lu Qianhe's blow.

Thinking of this, Zhao Cang's face turned pale, and he was sure in his heart that the soul power in his body began to pour into the snake spirit's body.

When the soul power in Zhao Cang's soul sea poured into the snake spirit's body, the snake pupil in his eye pupil suddenly broke away.

Immediately, a hexagonal snake pupil emerged.

As soon as the hexagonal snake pupil in Zhao Cang's pupils appeared, his body instantly exuded a cold, bloodthirsty, and even slightly evil dark aura!

The moment he felt this cold, bloodthirsty and evil dark aura, Lu Qianhe's face changed suddenly.