"Abominable ......"

"Give it to me!"

Yanjie is natural and will not admit defeat easily.

He let out a muffled roar.

Under his best control, the remaining huge martial soul willow branches were also lifted up one by one, roaring towards Chu Qingyun one after another.

And Chu Qingyun was also a little ruthless at this time.

The strength in his body is surging, and the sword light in his hand is shining.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he burst out with a hurry, facing those martial soul willow branches, and rushed directly towards the main trunk of the ancient rock Xuanwen willow.

"Sword Seven!"

"Break my ... Break, break, break......"

Hundreds of meters of sword light, flashing like lightning.

All the roaring martial soul willow branches were all split by a sword, and they quickly shattered to both sides from that fracture.

The ninth-order martial soul is extremely powerful.

But at this time, Chu Qingyun was extremely fierce, and he quickly rushed towards the main trunk of the martial soul with that terrifying power.

Everyone was, stunned.

And Yan Jie couldn't help it at this time, and for the first time, he was afraid, and his heart suddenly became shocked and angry.

He thought that he had already thought highly of Chu Qingyun's strength.

But I didn't expect that it was not enough!

"Damn...... Block it!"

Yan Jie was a little panicked.

Because judging from the direction Chu Qingyun rushed from, his position in the martial soul was probably already perceived.

The roar continued.

The two broke out again, and the battle was extremely fierce.

The terrifying power that surged up had already swept over half of the formation area, and the terrifying aura and power fluctuations had even been transmitted outside the formation!

Everybody was, and their hearts were terrified.

A fourth-level martial venerable, and a sixth-level martial venerable.

It has hit to such an extent!

Even if it is a battle in the Tianzun Realm, it is nothing more than that!

Although the time is not long, it is only a few breaths, but between the two of them, it is unprecedentedly intense.

The sword light in Chu Qingyun's hand was shattered.

Yan Jie's martial soul willow branch was also split dozens of roots.

At this time, Chu Qingyun's distance, the main trunk of the ancient rock Xuanwen willow, was only a few thousand meters away.

Whew!

Two huge martial soul willow branches, roaring with terrifying power, slammed into Chu Qingyun from the flanks and rear on both sides.

A little glimpse.

Chu Qingyun's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness.

He suddenly urged the Heavenly Dragon Icon to the extreme, and the originally dazzling dragon pattern instantly became brighter, and even faintly heard a sizzling sound, and a strong burning pain appeared on his body.

"Sword Seven!"

Gather all your strength and blast out with a sword.

But not backwards, but, like the martial soul backbone.

Boom!

A sword slammed down, and the incomparably powerful power burst out from the sword light in an instant, violently attacking the ancient rock Xuanwen willow.

With a muffled grunt.

A figure actually flew out from the other side of the trunk in a very embarrassed way, it was Na Yanjie.

And at this time.

The two martial soul wickers in the back also bombarded, and with two bangs, they overlapped and smashed on Chu Qingyun's body one after another.

The throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spat out.

But Chu Qingyun held on, and once again exerted his speed, and went straight to the embarrassed Yan Jie, "Sword Seven!"

The light of the sword streaked across the sky.

It fell like lightning.

Yan Jie's pupils shrank suddenly, and a feeling of extreme danger suddenly arose in his heart, and he didn't think about it, so he struck the black stone giant sword head-on.

But with his strength, where is Chu Qingyun's opponent at this time.

Boom!

The black stone giant sword shattered instantly, and Yan Jie's mouthful of blood spurted out wildly, and the whole person flew straight upside down as if he had been beaten apart.

"You're done!"

"Throw in the towel!"

Chu Qingyun pursued like a sword rainbow.

Boom!

He swung out a sword again, and with that small holy body, he resisted the bombardment of the ninth-order martial spirit, in exchange for a sword slashing at Yan Jie.

The Celestial Dragon Icon is to enhance the strength, defense, and even vitality of the Celestial Dragon Sacred Body as a whole.

So he can afford this kind of fighting!

And Yan Jie obviously can't bear it at all.

Even if he burned the power of the ninth-order origin, his own martial body was not as good as the innate holy body, let alone this kind of holy body that had been cultivated to a small level and greatly strengthened by the Heavenly Dragon Holy Image!

"I ......"

"Throw in the towel!"

Feel the injuries in your body.

Yan Jie's eyes widened, very unwilling, gritted his teeth and squeezed out these three words, and at the same time waved his hand to disperse the ninth-order martial spirit.

The huge ancient rock Xuanwen willow suddenly solidified, and then quickly dissipated in the formation.

The final fierce battle came to an abrupt end.

And Chu Qingyun also breathed a long sigh of relief.

The dazzling and scorching dragon pattern on his body, as well as the light of the burning origin power, also quickly dissipated.

"Hmph, the innate holy body, it's hidden deep enough, I didn't expect that I made a move for the face of the imperial clan, but it fulfilled you even more!"

Yan Jie's words were quite unwilling.

In his heart, he was even more depressed, but he understood that Feng Wuxuan, who had been beaten before and gave up resistance.

has strong qualifications, but he lost to a guy who is two levels lower than himself.

It's not just a momentary loss.

It probably means that in this life, you will never be able to surpass it!

"Then this token, I'll take the ......"

Chu Qingyun didn't say anything to him.

He's not, fighting for face.

It's purely for this golden token, and to see how strong a true ninth-order martial soul can be.

The golden token was still there, suspended in the formation.

Chu Qingyun's figure flashed, and under the gaze of everyone, he directly reached out and grabbed the token in his hand.

The corners of Yan Jie's eyes twitched.

But in the end, there was still no action.

And in the whole formation, there was even more silence.

Those undead in the Martial Soul Hall were still trembling at this time because of the suppression of the wildly surging ninth-order martial soul aura before.

As for the others, they looked at Chu Qingyun all the way as if they were paying attention, and flew out of the formation directly with the token.

Everyone is watching.

But no one rushed to snatch and stop it!

Sigh softly.

Yan Jie was too, he lost the interest of continuing to fight, dragged his seriously injured and embarrassed body, and quickly left the formation.

He himself was in a team full of Rock Clan Heavenly Venerable Realm.

This time the competition for the golden token is only for the authority of the elite leader, not to act alone.

Therefore, it is not as urgent as Chu Qingyun.

As the two left one after another.

After a pause, the remaining battles in the formation quickly restarted again, and a new round of competition began.

"Finally, it's here..."

After the blood confesses the Lord.

Looking at the golden token in his hand, Chu Qingyun also raised the corners of his mouth, and his heart completely became relaxed.

With this token, he will be able to move more freely in the future!

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