"Zhang Song, as the lord of Jiankang Mansion, how can you use swords and soldiers in the city?"

Fang Jiancheng saw that Zhang Song was going to take action in person, worried that Chen Wenqing was not an opponent, and that the two would definitely be injured if they fought each other, so he stopped him loudly.

"Humph! Fang Jiancheng, the old man has already said, so far you and I have nothing to do with each other! In the affairs of the world, you'd better not interfere anymore, otherwise don't blame the old man for being unkind and demolishing your City God's Mansion!"

Zhang Song didn't care about Fang Jiancheng's face at all, and said sharply, he was determined to avenge Zhang Ta.

Looking at Chen Wenqing standing on the Xijiang River, Zhang Song's momentum exploded, and his cultivation in the late stage of his body was undoubtedly revealed.

"Chen Wenqing, give me death!"

"Bloody Sword!"

Zhang Song slashed out, the golden knife rose more than a hundred times, turned into a forty-meter-long knife and slashed at Chen Wenqing, the blade was wrapped with endless red evil qi, which was accumulated by Zhang Song leading the army for many years and killing enemies on the battlefield.

Before the blade arrives, the evil spirit arrives first.

The boundless evil aura was like a substance, with a chill, invading Chen Wenqing's soul, and in a trance, he seemed to be in a sea of corpses and blood.

At this time, Chen Wenqing's spiritual power became extremely slow, and his five senses seemed to have disappeared.

"What a powerful knife technique! There is an illusion in the sword technique, and a careless soul may even be attacked by evil qi!"

Chen Wenqing ran the Shangqing Lingbao Sutra, gathered the spiritual power in the center of his eyebrows, pinched his fingers, and burst out in an instant.

"Taishang Tai Xing, the light of heaven and the spirit of the earth, the crystallization of yin and yang, give me supernatural powers, the light of the heavenly eyes, broken!"

I saw that a vertical pupil opened in the center of Chen Wenqing's eyebrows, and a golden light shot out from the eye of the sky, breaking all the illusions in front of him.

However, the time for Chen Wenqing to break the illusion was still a little slower, because Zhang Song's blade had already arrived in front of him.

In a hurry, Chen Wenqing pulled out the dragon slaying sword and headed towards the blade.

"Bang!"

The blades of the Dragon Slashing Sword collided with the blades, creating a loud sonic boom.

Chen Wenqing only felt that a huge force came from the body of the Dragon Slaying Sword, which made him unable to grasp it, his palm was numb, and the Dragon Slaying Sword came out of his hand, and blood oozed out of the tiger's mouth.

"It's so strong!"

Chen Wenqing's right hand holding the Dragon Slaying Sword was trembling, and with just one blow, he had already weighed Zhang Song's strength and cultivation.

"The other party's cultivation is much higher than mine, and you must not fight hard, otherwise it will be me who suffers!"

Chen Wenqing has already tried out the depth of the other party, and he also feels the gap in each other's strength, so he urgently needs to adjust his tactics.

I saw him stretch out his hand, and the dragon sword flew back into his hand, but he did not attack, but was in a defensive state.

"Little Taoist, even if you are still a little self-aware. But do you think you can stop the old man?"

Zhang Song was full of murderous energy, and his golden sword in his hand flashed towards Chen Wenqing.

Zhang Song's body is extremely fast, one move and one style are extremely simple, and he does not waste excess spiritual power at all, which is completely a battlefield battle method.

Chen Wenqing moved left and right to dodge, trying not to fight hard with Zhang Song's golden knife, and when there was no way to avoid it, he could only concentrate his spiritual power on the sword body to resist it.

However, after receiving ten tricks, Chen Wenqing already felt that his spiritual power was consumed hugely, his cheeks were already covered with fine beads of sweat, and his spiritual power was also steaming.

"Chen Wenqing, don't just hide and hide like a mouse, can you stand up and fight?" Zhang Song sneered.

As a person who has retired from the battlefield, he looks down on such a timid person as a mouse.

Therefore, Chen Wenqing's playing style of scurrying around like a mouse made him extremely uncomfortable, and he felt that his strength could not be fully released, and unconsciously, he was a little impetuous.

After all, in his opinion, Chen Wenqing in the Jindan period should not be the enemy of his triad, but he didn't expect that after more than fifty moves, he couldn't help the other party, because the other party only really received ten moves, and the others had been dodging.

In fact.

Chen Wenqing is also miserable now, just blindly avoiding the other party to defeat him, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky

, you must find some way to consume the other party.

"In that case, then you can break my formation first!"

Chen Wenqing's heart moved, and he communicated with the eight golden lock arrays arranged in advance at the bottom of the Xijiang River, and suddenly the golden formations lit up, and eight huge pillars of light rushed to the bottom of the river and rushed up to the sky, enveloping Chen Wenqing, like a fortress.

"Humph! Chen Wenqing, you are too self-righteous, you think that this turtle shell alone can stop the old man? Look at the old man smashing your turtle shell!"

Zhang Song sneered, and the golden broadsword exuded a chilling sword aura, slashing heavily towards the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array.

Chen Wenqing operated the formation, and eight water dragons rose into the sky and collided towards the golden sword light, which was used to resist this monstrous sword light.

As soon as the sword light moved forward, the eight water dragons had no resistance in front of the sword light, and they were split in two by the sword light, turning into water waves and falling back into the Xijiang River.

The Eight Gates Golden Lock Array was originally known for its defense, and Chen Wenqing buried ninety-nine eighty-one spirit stones on the Xijiang River embankment in advance, and arranged the formation for the operation of the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array.

At this time, this formation played a huge role.

The sword light was castrated, and it landed heavily on the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array.

"Break it for me!"

Zhang Song used his spiritual power to slash down with all his strength, and on the surface of the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array, the spiritual power flowed with golden light, unloading this powerful and sinking knife, and this boundless knife momentum was slashed on the Xijiang River, and suddenly the Xijiang River rose more than ten zhang of huge waves.

Chen Wenqing took this knife and was unharmed.

"I didn't expect that your turtle shell was quite hard, and you could actually take a knife from this mansion!"

Zhang Song's face remained unchanged, and he continued to raise his knife and soar upward, slashing towards the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array.

"The old man wants to see, how many knives can you take? Destroy a thousand armies! Slash!"

The golden broadsword was wrapped with a black murderous aura, and it was slashed down with the sound of wind and thunder.

After Zhang Song's sword, he slashed again, and after thirteen swords in a row, the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array finally shattered and disappeared into a golden light.

"Now what else do you have to stop the old man? Death!"

Zhang Song's figure flashed, and he slashed at Chen Wenqing again.

Chen Wenqing waited for work with ease, and had already taken precautions, so he easily dodged this knife, and then Zhang Song heard the sound of thunder in his ears.

"Palm Thunder!"

Chen Wenqing flashed, then moved in front of Zhang Song, and slapped him on the back with a palm thunder.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Zhang Song was slapped down from a high altitude by Chen Wenqing's palm thunder and fell into the Xijiang River.

This sudden change made everyone onlookers show shocked expressions.

All along, it was Chen Wenqing who was pressed and beaten by Zhang Song, and no one expected that Chen Wenqing would suddenly take the initiative to attack, and launched a blow without warning, and hit it back.

"Whoa..."

Zhang Song rushed out of the Xijiang River with an angry look on his face.

"Ants! Even the heavenly thunder can't help me, and the thunder in your palm wants to hurt me?!"

Zhang Song's momentum was even greater, and he was completely angered by Chen Wenqing.

Truly.

Chen Wenqing's palm did not hurt Zhang Song, but it made him disgraced and lose face.

At least, in the eyes of everyone, Chen Wenqing's battle against Zhang Song's out-of-body consummation with a mere Jindan realm was a must-lose situation.

However, dozens of rounds passed, but Zhang Song was unable to take down Chen Wenqing.

What's more, he was careless and hit Chen Wenqing's palm thunder.

"Give me death!"

Zhang Song brandished the golden knife, and his spiritual power spurted out, and the wind and clouds changed color for a while, and the heavy knife pressure made Chen Wenqing almost breathless.

"Whew!"

A sword aura slashed through Chen Wenqing's protective golden light, scratching blood marks on his chest, and blood spurted out immediately.

Red sleeves move five layers.

Seeing that Chen Wenqing was injured, the blue bird panicked and screamed. originally

The already pale and bloodless face looked even paler.

"Youcai, uncle, he's injured! Fast! Fast! Let's go and save him!"

After that, he was about to jump off the ship.

Seeing this, Li Youcai and Little Gray Ash hurriedly pulled the blue bird down.

"Don't worry! I believe in Senior Brother, after going through so many dangers, I believe that Senior Brother will definitely save the day. What's more, Senior Brother has repeatedly explained, let me protect you well, and never leave."

Li Youcai looked at the battle on the Xijiang River, and he was also worried in his heart.

At this time.

On the Xijiang River.

Chen Wenqing and Zhang Song stood opposite each other, and the air between the two seemed to have solidified.

"Hahaha... Chen Wenqing, you have nowhere to hide, the next knife old man will cut you in two!"

Zhang Song's spiritual power around his body *** up, the sword light was like a round of scorching sun, and the coercion on his body was getting stronger and stronger.

Obviously, the next knife must be an earth-shattering one.

Chen Wenqing already felt that his body was tightly locked by the other party's knife, and he knew that he couldn't dodge this knife, so he could only take it hard.

Chen Wenqing's heart was shocked, his hairs stood on end, and he felt the danger of death.

"This blow must be resisted, or I will surely die!"

Chen Wenqing immersed himself in his mind, tried his best to calm down, and tried his best to run the Shangqing Lingbao True Sutra, mobilize the spiritual power of his whole body, and gather all the mana into the Dragon Slaying Sword.

Zhang Song finished accumulating his strength, with a hideous expression on his face, and let out a shocking laugh.

"Hahahaha... Look at the old man's strongest knife, the sword dominates the world!"

"Kill!"

In this instant, there was a pause in time between heaven and earth.