The little loach loosened its clutched fins.

Jiaolong, who was still energetic just now, was lying there on his stomach at the moment, not wanting to move.

"Let's go!"

Qiu Ping hugged the clay pot and walked forward without looking back.

The water gods in this vicinity were all frightened, such a huge dragon was caught by the little loach and thrown around, which also shocked their worldview too much.

Seeing Qiu Ping coming, they subconsciously got out of the way.

Qiu Ping led a group of water gods in Changning County to fly on the edge of the Canglang River.

Now, on the surface of the river, many water gods have fought together.

From time to time, you can see some water gods being beaten back to their original shape, and they are left in clay pots to escape.

The battle was fierce.

Qiu Ping was only dumbfounded, it was the first time he had seen a god fight of such a scale, and all kinds of magic powers were flying all over the sky, which was quite exciting.

He suddenly understood why Hebo asked him to bring such a person over, he was waiting here!

This reminded him inexplicably of the fighting between villages for irrigation and water weapons.

I didn't expect this kind of play between the gods.

But the little loach has always been kind to others, how could he do anything like fighting, of course, he quickly slipped away with his subordinates.

Among the countless water gods, the strength of each party can basically be judged according to the size of their respective clay pots. The larger the clay pot, the higher the personality of the river god behind it.

However, high strength does not mean that you can win in a fight, Qiu Ping has seen several gods holding large clay pots being beaten to the point of losing their armor and finally being forced to flee under the joint efforts of several forces.

Disorderly! The scene was chaotic to the extreme.

There are no rules for fighting for water here, as long as you can win, no one cares about you even if you sneak attack and play tricks.

There is no fear of enmity, the gods have their own jurisdictions.

Each one can borrow the authority of mountains and rivers in his own territory, and his strength is strong. But when you go to someone else's place, you can only let others knead it, and no one dares to rashly find someone to seek revenge.

Only on this occasion, the water gods everywhere have no authority to rely on, and it depends on the level of their own cultivation when they fight.

If the battle for water fails, you can only walk five or six hundred miles west along the Canglang River to get water from the source of the river mouth.

This time and again, it's really exhausting.

The fighting speed between the gods and spirits is extremely fast, basically one realm higher, and the strength will be much surpassed.

Many people with insufficient strength were the first to go out, making the river a lot empty.

Among the many remaining gods, the most striking was a young man in white, who looked not very old, only twelve or thirteen years old.

Its forehead is covered with white jade-like scales, and it looks like some kind of snake has incarnated into a human.

He should have walked the path of demon immortal transformation, and finally faded away from his beast qi and entered the sky with the body of a clear spirit.

How do you say that, the rich rely on technology, and the poor rely on mutation.

Walking the Demon Immortal Road is a very money-burning behavior, whether it is the method of cultivation or the demand for resources, it is far above the Demon Beast Road.

However, if these are not lacking, the prospects of the Demon Immortal Dao are still relatively broad.

Just like the young man in front of him, there was a clear light flowing on the white clothes, and the seven flying swords of the imperial envoy flew up and down, passing countless sword lights in the void, and fighting with many gods at the same time, he even had the upper hand.

"Hey, why do these swords look so familiar?"

Qiu Ping looked at the clear sword light, and suddenly remembered that there was a set of [Coiling Snake Seven Absolute Swords] in the corner of his scale space, which he had exchanged from Chenghuang's niece last time. [See Chapter 41 for details]

Because I haven't been able to use it, I've been pressed in the corner for a long time.

This young man won't have any relationship with Chenghuang's niece.

These connections are really enviable.

Just as Qiu Ping was thinking wildly, the young envoy's sword qi suddenly retracted, turned into one, and swept in front of him.

The few gods in front of him didn't dare to take it hard, so they had to retreat one after another.

But the young man was unforgiving, and the sword light bloomed again and chased away.

His opponent has no intention of fighting, so he can only hold his head and run away.

As soon as the young man's sword was raised, the clay pots of these gods fell into his hands.

At this time, in addition to the giant clay pot, there were two large clay pots and five small clay pots beside the young man.

The amount of water inside is probably enough to fill ten Fu rivers.

Is there a drought in your house? Grab so much water at once!

Qiu Ping secretly despised the other party.

Qiu Ping sighed in his heart that people's hearts are not ancient, and then he hugged the jar and prepared to leave.

"Boom."

With a light groan of sword qi, a sword weapon turned in the void and turned into a ray of light and landed in front of Qiu Ping.

The sword was sharp, emitting a faint cold light.

"Whoosh."

The hovering sword turned slightly, stabbing towards the fin of the fish that Qiu Ping was holding the jar.

If Qiu Ping didn't let go, the fins would inevitably be pierced with a big hole.

Qiu Ping's figure shook slightly, and he dodged this attack like a shadow.

"Why?" Qiu Ping raised his head and looked at the young man in white in the distance.

Don't you already have so much water, why are you robbing me of it?

The young man was naturally too lazy to answer him, and his sword shook slightly, chasing Qiu Ping like a shadow.

The whiskers on Qiu Ping's lips trembled slightly, and his body shook one after another, although the sword weapon had always been flying against his body, it was always an inch behind, and he couldn't really touch him.

Seeing that this little loach was so slippery, the young man's eyes froze, and the remaining six swords turned into clear light and escaped in an instant, and together with the previous sword weapon, they were divided into seven points and attacked towards Qiu Ping.

Although the young man looked young, his swordsmanship was really profound, and under his imperial envoy, the seven sword qi was like seven flying dragons of light, blocking Qiu Ping's surroundings tightly.

Qiu Ping was a little annoyed by this man's babbling attack, and let go of his fins, and the clay pot in his hand fell to the ground.

With a soft chant of the sword, the clay pot was picked out and flew out, cutting an arc in mid-air, and falling into the boy's hand.

The corners of the young man's mouth showed a hint of pride.

However, just as he was about to put down the jar, a black shadow suddenly appeared not far from him.

The young man reacted quickly, and seven swords were in front of him, protecting them in front of him.

"Dang!"

With a sharp sound of metal colliding, Qiu Ping's fins were clenched into fists, and with the help of the impact force of the flying body, they smashed the sword.

The treasure that had been tempered for thousands of years was bent inward inward.

The surging impact force turned into a violent wind, blowing the young man's clothes and hair flying in all directions.

The young man's pupils dilated slightly, although he saw the scene of this little loach beating the blue-faced Jiao, but only by experiencing it himself, did he know how terrible the power of this loach was.

How can a loach be so powerful.

This is not only unscientific, this is simply not fantastic!

I'm updating again at this strange time

(End of chapter)