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But the Great Dao Saint can truly present the world in his body in reality, and he is a true existence.

Just like the blow that Chen Peng slashed before, it was like the manifestation of a world phantom.

After all, the skill sword world is a world of its own.

Especially in the sword world, it is still meaning, it is thought, it is instantaneous.

And coupled with the silence of the melt, the single blow that breaks will kill.

"As long as the saint is defenseless, although I am the realm of Daluo, I can also kill him in an instant."

Chen Peng's thoughts flashed, calculating everything that had happened in one ten-thousandth of a breath just now.

"The saint can condense the rules of time and space, so that the attack can extend infinitely, years, or hundreds of millions of years later. But in the world I had in front of me, time was too short for their rules to be opened. ”

In addition to the rules of time and space, in the world of Qianyuan, the saint is actually not much different from the great cultivator of the Xuanxian Nine Transformations realm.

After all, the level of the Qianyuan World is not a real top-level world.

Similarly, the saint is not, the flood wilderness, the era gods and demons of the Journey to the West.

Or, to put it simply.

It was Chen Peng's realm at this time, and he could already instantly kill the Xuan Immortal Cultivators of this world.

So, no nonsense, no opening statements.

If you can kill in one hit, you won't waste precious time, and you won't risk fighting with the saint, fighting to the death, and joking with your own life.

"But after killing this person at this time, my cultivation will improve again, and I will no longer be afraid of any saints."

When Chen Peng looked at the sea below, his thoughts moved.

I saw that a cyan cloud condensed in the void and merged into Chen Peng's body.

At the same time, there was a "whoosh" sound, like the tide of the sea, the sky and the earth changed color, and the aura within a radius of thousands of miles was like countless flying dragons, soaring through the clouds and mist, scrambling to melt towards Chen Peng's body.

Whoa―

The aura flying dragon swam around, like waves fluctuating, but in a breath of time, after the breeze around Chen Peng, his cultivation reached the Xuan Immortal turn.

"The luck of the saint is really blessed with heaven and earth, and it can make my realm rise again."

Chen Peng's aura was running all over his body, and when he looked at the clouds that had resurfaced in his hand, but turned from cyan to gray, he waved his hand and shook away, scattering to heaven and earth.

"The luck has been completely absorbed, and now only bad luck remains."

The extreme is the opposite, and the opposite of luck is bad luck.

Don't think about it, the clouds floating in the air were exactly the condensation of the luck of the previous Fang Sheng.

And why was Chen Peng able to condense this person's luck after killing him?

This is because when the Sword Master character is promoted to the ultimate, the skill called the Sword Realm is opened, and after killing, it is like a life, which can intercept the luck of the deceased.

It's just that the aura of the saint in this world can make Chen Peng condense an image, or the power of a line,

Just like Fang Sheng before, perhaps it was the Dao method that focused on the golden line, which allowed him to condense the golden line from the luck aura.

"But that's enough. After all, there is more than one saint in this world. ”

Chen Peng's thoughts flashed, and when he was about to look for the next team to move forward, there was a sudden "click", the space shook, and there were five thoughts locked on this ten thousand miles of void, and then moved to Chen Peng, who had just left, revealing his figure.

"Huh?"

At the same time, as a confused murmur sounded in this void, after Chen Peng had opened the Sword Realm to kill Fang Sheng's two breaths, a greeting came from afar, followed by a previous doubtful greeting.

"Welcome. I didn't expect you to dare to come here to drink and have fun with us."

If there is none, voices come from all directions.

It's like a friend's treat, but it's also like a disdain.

However, after a breath of time, when the words that echoed above the river and sea fell, Chen Peng saw five high immortal saints with swords on their backs, disdainful, young, confused, or smiling thousands of miles in front of him.

They were attracted by the aura fluctuations when Chen Peng broke through.

And the saint who greeted Chen Peng before was the old man with a smile on his face, and he was also the black-haired old man in sackcloth when Gao Xian visited him last time.

"The old decay is one of the saints of the Yin and Yang family."

Like friends meeting, the old man recited with his hands behind his back, looking at Chen Peng thousands of miles away.

"Yin and Yang Family.. Long admiration. Chen Peng's face was expressionless, and he didn't run away, but sat cross-legged on top of the white clouds again.

"This man is a man of fortune."

At the same time, after the other four saints saw Chen Peng, they also suddenly felt a kind of crisis in the dark.

"Especially Fang Sheng, why did they disappear without a trace?"

"Yes, they're not the first to go? How can it disappear for no reason? ”

While the four saints were talking, when they saw that the old man seemed to know the person of heavenly fortune, they did not interject, but speculated whether the disappearance of Fang Sheng and the others was related to Qianyuan.

After all, in their minds, the Heavenly Fortune Talent Xuan Immortal Realm in front of them, even if Fang Sheng was allowed to stand and be attacked by it, there would be no injuries.

"Especially even if he is allowed to run, but how can he, a cultivator of the Xuan Immortal Realm, run out of our palms." A saint spread a message to the other saints: "So, what we need to do before we wait is to find out the reason before the saint comes here, and speculate where the saint has gone."

During the conversation between the thoughts of several saints, in order to plan for eternal life in the future, they carefully swept the nearby void with their divine thoughts, looking for all clues, and ignored Chen Peng and the others.

And Chen Peng is still talking with the old man in Mai like a friend, thousands of miles away.

"Although the old decay does not bring tea grass today, hundreds of millions of miles away, the decayed ship is there."

The old man smiled, pointed to the southeast and said, "Why don't you go sit down with the old man and have some tea."

said.

I saw that after the old man's sackcloth was covered with a little starlight, he said, "Don't let the old man be like last time, and forcibly invite you."

"I wanted to get together with you and drink tea and discuss swords."

But Chen Penghou shook his head, as if disappointed, and sighed: "But there is something important to do in this seat today."

锵―

At the same time, a sword roared.

"So, why don't we get together here?"

Only Chen Peng seemed to feel something, and when he suddenly pulled out the sword box behind him, after smiling at the old man, his figure flashed and disappeared into the distant sky.

"It's just that there are swords here, but there is no wine."

It seems to sigh, it seems to be a pity.

I saw that as Chen Peng's words lagged, with a sound of "Qiang", the blue light shrouded a hundred thousand miles of square circles, the void was shattered, and the sword light strangled everyone, things, and saints in the radius.

At the same time, those five saints were just like Fang Sheng, without any chance to react, they were slashed by Chen Peng's sword after the realm was raised.

But just a breath later, as a majestic figure descended on this square circle, the place returned to peace, and all the void was restored and repaired.

"The power of the world. . . I'm afraid Xing Yan and the others have already been killed.."

The man's mind swept over, and his tone did not fluctuate without any fluctuations.

It was as if in his eyes, the saint was like an ant.

"The Man of Fortune.."

But when he looked at the direction of Chen Peng's departure, he spread his hands behind his sides, and his words carried a kind of arrogance in his hands: "Everything in the world is mine!"

"Where can you flee to?"

He looked into the distance, as if he had seen through the void, through the vanity, and saw a figure in a green shirt with a sword box on his back...

And this person is also the reason why Chen Peng left this place.

"Qin Shi Huang .."

Chen Peng looked back and also looked at the majestic figure hundreds of millions of miles away...