Bang!

The two spears engaged in a third head-on fire. The small void battle platform shook like a swing.

The next moment, the figure of the Fifth Ancestor Qingfu was suddenly thrown away, and he fell dozens of zhang away before he staggered to his feet.

On his left chest, the dark armor shattered into a fist-sized hole. The skin cracked, the bones were visible, and the blood was gushing out.

Look, the wound only needs to be offset by an inch, and it is the location of the heart. At that time, even if he was powerful in the world, he could not escape the situation of breaking his heart and dying.

With a sigh, Qingji's brows were slightly furrowed.

"In front of the overlord horse, there is no enemy with three guns", this is indeed true.

Under the same realm and the same level, even if the five ancestors are strong, they can't resist the power of the overlord's three guns.

It's just that I didn't expect that under my full strength, the other party still dared to fight back brazenly and retreated with his life.

"No matter how strong someone else's martial arts are, it was created by others after all. Although I had the upper hand in this gun duel, I actually lost a bit......"

Qing Ji's mind turned, and he was not at all complacent because he injured a great master of the current gun path with marksmanship.

Because the shot of the Fifth Ancestor just now fell in his eyes, although the meteorological power was obviously inferior to the pear flower marksmanship.

But the gods fit in shape, and the hearts and guns are blended. The artistic conception of the scene is innocent and unstained, just like a fish and dragon in the water, enjoying themselves.

Such marksmanship can obviously only be created by Qingfusheng.

With this shot, the other party asked the sky on the outside and the heart on the inside, and there was a faint tendency to get rid of all the laws and the avenue was formed.

Qingji was secretly shocked in his heart.

The cultivation of the five ancestors in front of him is so strong and the realm is so high. has reached the point where the prosperity has ended, and it is necessary to cut off all the affairs and open up a path of its own.

In fact, this is also the dignified avenue that any truly strong person who is interested in stepping into the pinnacle of martial arts will eventually pursue, and Qingji himself is no exception.

It's just that Qingji has not yet refined the god's cultivation at the beginning, and he only knows a little about this realm.

"The fourth shot of the overlord marksmanship, farewell to the overlord!"

It is one thing to understand that with the help of external forces, it is difficult to achieve one's own path in the end.

But when you are weak and trying to survive, you are still pedantic enough to abandon external forces, and you are really stupid to find death.

Qingji, who has experienced the sea of blood refining his heart, has long understood the martial arts principle of using it without indulging it, and controlling his heart rather than his heart with his strength.

Therefore, for the use of the overlord marksmanship to suppress the five ancestors Qingfusheng, who had already stepped out of his own avenue, Qingji would not have any burden on his mood at all.

Without hesitation, the source qi spear in Qingji's hand roared and vibrate, and a desolate and murderous aura permeated out.

What he used was the fourth spear of the Overlord Farewell Concubine created by the remnant soul of the Overlord who had been extinguished for thousands of years in the secret realm of the Wusheng Mountain.

"What? Overlord marksmanship has only three shots. How could it be...... How could there be a fourth shot? ”

Fifth Ancestor Qing Fusheng seemed to be seriously injured at the moment, but in fact, it was for the Heavenly Asking Power at the peak of the God Refining Realm. The vitality in the body is endless.

As long as it is not a critical viscera that is irreversibly damaged, it can be reborn on its own.

The blood hole in his chest, under the operation of the Heavenly Gong Xuanfa, was slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. For the cultivation of combat power, there is almost no effect.

And just now, relying on his own gun, he shook the smoothness brought by the third shot of the overlord.

It also pushed the mood and fighting spirit of the five ancestors to an unprecedented peak state in their lives.

At this time, even if he is asked to take Qingji's move to "draw the land for the emperor", he is not afraid.

What can make the fifth ancestor Qingfusheng momentarily sluggish, but it is the "fourth shot of the overlord" blurted out by Qingji.

At this moment, Fifth Ancestor Qing Fusheng directly opened his mouth wide.

It's like the most ordinary person in the world, after encountering a very absurd and strange thing.

became dumbfounded, helpless, and without half of the majestic image of the ancestor of the Taishang.

It's no wonder that Qing Fusheng is so out of shape, and the other spectators all look at each other at this time.

A common question, in their hearts violently churning overlord Xiang Ji killed all over the ancient times with three marksmanship, the world knows.

But when he got to the boy in the animal skin, how could the old god come out with a fourth shot on the ground?

"Pull out the mountains, and cover the world. The times are not good, but the slump will not pass away. It's not going to pass away, but it's okay. Yu Ji, Yu Ji, Nai Ruo He ......"

Suddenly, the sound of chanting resounded in the sky. The entire Void Small Battle Platform was enveloped in an incomparably bleak aura.

Faintly, the sound of shouting and killing was everywhere, as if he had suddenly come to the front of the two armies. The gold and iron resonate, the drums shook the sky, and thousands of troops and horses rushed to each other.

The next moment, a strange and sad music came with the wind. Such as anger, such as complaints, such as the water Ming Gorge. It is like a resentful woman crying at night, and the detainee is cold.

More than a hundred years of illness, the sigh of climbing the high platform alone. The hero lost his way and had no way to support it.

On the source qi spear, the original billowing spear essence turned like smoke and fog at this time, as if it had turned into a fluttering curtain.

Behind the curtain, a graceful figure of a woman in a long skirt faintly appeared.

"Early morning curtain roll light cream, try plum makeup ......"

Singing and chanting, the source qi spear is like a light smoke. Floating in the air, looming.

"W-What kind of marksmanship is this? How can it be compared to being the emperor and make this seat feel cold? ”

Huo Di, the five ancestors shivered. A rare sense of crisis in his life, like a stab in his back, finally made him sober up.

"Heaven wants to kill me, how can I be guilty of war? Farewell to my concubine, what ......"

Bang!

In a thousandth of an instant, the void above his head cracked directly, revealing a dark darkness as black as ink.

Before the Fifth Ancestor Qing Fusheng could react, he had sunk into the darkness for some reason.

"The west wind blows the old mirror lake, and there are many gray hairs in the east city overnight. Who sighs for a thousand years, Yu Ji Yu Ji Naruo ......"

The sound of chanting, if near or far, rings in the ears.

"Not good!"

Qing Fusheng couldn't see in the dark, and he didn't dare to move.

Hurriedly wielding the spear, countless rays of essence and energy shot out.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

He condensed the peak combat power of Wentian with a shot, changing from slow to fast. The wind and lightning stabbed all over the seven directions.

Snort!

With all his might, Qing Fusheng finally broke free from the strange darkness.

However, when I opened my eyes, I was shocked to see Qingji's source qi spear, carrying a long sigh that penetrated the past and the present and traced the long river of time.

Ethereal, vague, and gently slashed towards his chest.

"Damn! Damn it! How can there be such marksmanship in the world?

Boy, you forced this seat. The power of the seven veins, protect my body! Third brother! If you don't shoot yet, when will you wait! ”

Seeing that no matter what, even if he didn't want to fight for his life, it would never be possible to take the fourth shot of the overlord who had transcended the barriers of ancient and modern guns.

The Fifth Ancestor Qing Fusheng did not hesitate any longer, and a large area of bright light and rain immediately boiled on his body.