Chapter 195: Dead

Baili Feihua didn't think about it. Vertices

She didn't think that Li Changfeng could really swing that sword and break the illusion of the sea of divine consciousness.

What kind of man was he to wield that sword against his father and mother?

The moment Baili Feihua opened his eyes, Li Changfeng's sword stabbed at Qing Cang.

Qing Cang is a cultivator of the God King Realm, but even if he is a cultivator of the God King Realm, he can't compete with Zhutian Yiluo.

Therefore, the black ruler in Li Changfeng's hand was directly stabbed into Qing Cang's palm, although it was not pierced, but blood had slipped from the black ruler.

Hearing this, Lixue and the red makeup were gently removed, and Li Changfeng stood in front of them, confronting Qing Cang with a sword.

It's hard to describe the expression on Qing Cang's face.

Li Changfeng said calmly: "You just did something to my wife?"

Qing Cang withdrew his hand and smashed his fist towards Li Changfeng.

Everywhere this punch went, there were traces of black spatial cracks.

Li Changfeng held the sword rung, resisting this punch.

This was the most effective action he had ever made, but the other party was a cultivator of the God King Realm.

Li Changfeng has been a saint for three years, and he can already be called a demon.

But in the face of the real God King Realm super powerhouse, he still seems too weak.

So although this punch hit Zhutian Yiluo in Li Changfeng's hand, the force penetrated through the bone marrow, and the pipa bone behind Li Changfeng burst out with two clouds of blood mist and fell into the snow.

Qing Cang's eyes were full of dead ashes, and he suddenly pulled out a strip of cloth from behind his back, he slowly unwrapped the strip of cloth, but his eyes kept staring at Li Changfeng on the ground.

The strip of cloth was slowly untied, revealing the majestic corner of the long sword inside.

In the end, the Soul Suppression Sword was held in Qing Cang's hand.

The black aura at the edge of the sword is the unyielding struggle and swan song of some lonely souls.

Qing Cang said coldly: "I'll give you a chance to use the Zhutian Yiluo in your hand to fight with me, life or death is in your own hands." ”

Xie Hongxiang said angrily: "You are a cultivator of the God King Realm, and you have to fight with Changfeng with a sword, do you know shame!"

Li Changfeng got up from the snow, spat out the blood foam, gasped for breath, and said, "I can even defeat a hundred miles of flying flowers, and you can do the same." ”

He never bowed his head, not before, and never will.

What's more, he has no way back.

The Soul Suppression Sword in Qing Cang's hand was originally a divine weapon, and it was held in the hand of a cultivator of the God King Realm, which complemented each other like a tiger with wings, and had the potential to swallow heaven and earth.

But at this time, the Soul Suppression Sword was trembling.

It's not Qing Cang's hand shaking, it's the sword shaking.

Qing Cang's hand is full of true yuan, he wants to suppress the soul suppression sword, but he can't.

Because there is also a sword.

Although the black iron ruler in Li Changfeng's hand was not as radiant as the soul suppression, and even slightly shabby, the soul was trembling because of it, because this was the emperor's sword, the strongest divine weapon in the world, Li Guhong's matching sword.

The name of Zhutian Yiluo is not something that other weapons can take its edge, even if it is a soul suppression sword, it can't do it.

Because in the whole world, only this one is a living creature.

Although he was enshrined as the Emperor Sword of Sheshen Mountain, he never wanted to stay in Sheshen Mountain.

It goes wherever it wants.

Now it is held in the hands of Li Changfeng.

Li Changfeng raised his sword and pointed at it from afar: "Qingcang, wash your neck!"

Qing Cang sneered: "I don't know how to die."

Live!"

He held the hilt of his sword, drew an arc, and simply slashed directly towards Li Changfeng.

Everywhere the blade went, it turned into nothingness.

This is the power of the God-King Realm.

Li Changfeng wanted to lift his sword to seal the file, but the knife in his hand was extremely slow, as if he was stuck in a quagmire.

It's not that he's slow, it's that Qingcang is too fast.

He has a thorough understanding of space, and Qing Cang's speed is not fast or slow in the ordinary sense, the moment he raised the long sword, maybe the sword had already arrived in front of Li Changfeng.

Because the distance between Qingcang and Li Changfeng is just a line for him.

The width of the line is the width of the space.

Therefore, as soon as the sword blade slashed down, it slashed in front of Li Changfeng.

Li Changfeng couldn't lift his sword, so he could only stubbornly look up and watch the death black qi of the Soul Suppression Sword Blade reach the front door, could it be that this battle was about to end before it began?

A hideous smile appeared on Qing Cang's face.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a purple glow emerging in this winter day.

He thought that this glow came from the sky, but found that this glow came from Li Changfeng, from the white-haired young man standing in front of him.

He just stood there without moving, but Qing Cang clearly sensed a wisp of sword qi stabbing towards him.

This sword qi is very fast, but in his eyes it is extremely slow, even if it is the strongest sword qi of a Saint Realm powerhouse, in the eyes of a God King Realm cultivator, it is not inconspicuous at all, and the difference in the realm is not something that can be made up by the strength of the True Yuan.

Qing Cang was hesitating, if the Soul Suppression Sword in his hand was cut down, Li Changfeng would be killed on the spot, but this sword qi would also pierce his cheek.

Qing Cang didn't think that this sword qi could inflict fatal damage on himself.

But he was a cultivator of the God King Realm, and he couldn't be provoked by the slightest bit of dignity.

Therefore, he put away his sword and smashed it towards the purple sword qi with the sword body, and under the touch of the two, the purple sword qi turned into nothingness.

Li Changfeng floated and retreated, looking at Qingcang calmly.

Qing Cang didn't seem to be pursuing, and looked at Li Changfeng calmly.

Li Changfeng knew the realm gap between him and Qing Cang, but it was not worth it for him to temporarily avoid the edge with a spirit sword.

Qing Cang said coldly: "What was that just now?"

Li Changfeng: "Why should I tell you, what is in it for me?"

Qing Cang sneered: "Do you think I'm scared? I'm just amazed that your soul is so powerful at such a young age, and even I don't dare to say that it's stronger than you." It's a pity, whether you tell me or not, today, you can't escape my hands. ”

Li Changfeng: "Then don't talk nonsense, I'm too lazy to talk to you." ”

Qing Cang sneered, and the next moment, he suddenly appeared in front of Li Changfeng.

Li Changfeng didn't think it was strange, because he had already expected Qing Cang's movements.

In terms of cultivation, Li Changfeng and Qing Cang are 108,000 miles apart.

In terms of figuring out people's hearts, Qingcang is like a sheep in front of Li Changfeng.

Li Changfeng's whole body was tense, and the moment Qing Cang's hand just appeared from the space, a pattern suddenly shone under his feet.

A perfect time, but it was Li Changfeng's gamble on his life.

It can't be sooner or later, otherwise it's all dead on the spot.

Wei Chuting, who was standing behind Mei Yuxue, looked at Li Changfeng with complicated eyes, and his eyes couldn't tell whether it was envy or jealousy, or suspicion of himself. Once upon a time, his goal was to be the first in the palace examination of Tianque Palace, and he raised his sword to go down the snow mountain, and the target was Lu Ziyou of Nanshan Academy, the Northern State Book

Su Ziwei of the Academy, Xie Hongxiang of Xisai Kingdom, and Li Changfeng at that time were just a firewood disciple of Nanshan Academy.

But not long ago, Li Changfeng held Zhutian Yiluo in his hand and smashed Wei Chuting's faith, and the bronzing dragon yuan in his hand was chopped into pieces.

And now, he doesn't even have the qualifications to fight Li Changfeng, because Li Changfeng's opponent is Qing Cang.

He challenged a cultivator of the God-King Realm.

Regardless of Li Changfeng's posture in the Holy Realm, this kind of action is stupid or courageous.

But at least, Wei Chuting, who is worthy of the Heavenly Wolf Realm, is no longer Li Changfeng's target.

In other words, he has never become the target that Li Changfeng wants to surpass.

Thinking of this, Wei Chuting smiled bitterly in his heart, and his face was lonely.

Zhang Tiangen saw the loneliness on Wei Chuting's face, so he took a puff of his cigarette pouch and his eyes were foggy.

Some people are destined to be different.

Qing Cang's heart was stirred up with anger, and the True Yuan in his body erupted even more violently, and the Soul Suppression Sword had turned red.

He was angry for a reason.

Because of Li Changfeng's unreasonable way of fighting.

The glittering runes under his feet could only be understood by three people on the entire snow-capped mountain.

Qingcang can understand it, Baili Feihua can understand it, and Mei Yuxue can understand it.

This is the Death Gate Array, and among the eight formations, it is second only to the Death Gate Array under the Life Gate Array.

The so-called place of death and then life, taking the place of death and Boshengmen, is to die and live after death.

Therefore, Li Changfeng's sacrificial moves were unreserved, holding the heart of death, and pointed directly at Huanglong.

If Qing Cang kills him with a sword, then he will also suffer a sword.

This is an insult to dignity for a cultivator of the God King Realm, and it cannot be compromised.

So he was looking for an opportunity, but the strange thing was that although Li Changfeng couldn't keep up with his speed, he seemed to be able to predict what Qing Cang was pointing in advance every time.

The gap between them was not as big as Qing Cang expected, so far away.

Even, Li Changfeng is regaining his advantage little by little.

Qing Cang was angry, but Li Changfeng was by no means easy, his soul had advanced to the Emperor Realm, and he could sense Qing Cang's movements in advance, but the other party was too fast, this kind of understanding of the realm could not be redeemed by skills, so he resisted very hard, sweating profusely.

Qing Cang was very angry, and anyone else should be angry, so he crossed his sword and slashed towards Li Changfeng.

Li Changfeng held the sword and resisted the Soul Suppression Sword, but this Soul Suppression Sword easily penetrated Zhutian Yiluo.

Li Changfeng suddenly felt bad and subconsciously turned around.

Suddenly, a sword stabbed at his back in the space behind him.

"Be careful!" exclaimed Xie Hong.

The moment Li Changfeng just turned around, a bright red sword stabbed into his back,

The blade was sharp enough to burst out of the body without hindrance like a hot knife cutting through butter.

The majestic True Yuan blurred the flesh and blood that exploded on Li Changfeng's chest, and he spewed out a mouthful of blood mist.

Qing Cang's figure slowly emerged from nothingness, and blood slid down on the blade of the sword.

Li Changfeng knelt on the ground, shook his head at Wenren Lixue and red makeup, signaling that they didn't have to come, he wanted to smile at his wife, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of thick blood slipped down the corners of his mouth.