A figure with short hair in black clothes suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Lian, it was Gu Qing who was repaired by a middle-aged scribe, slashed from mid-air with a sword, smashed the mountain bag, and fell into a deep pit underground.

At this time.

Gu Qing's black clothes were half-broken and a little embarrassed.

Wisps of golden light flowed above his figure.

With this golden light flowing.

Gu Qing's injuries caused by smashing to the ground at high speed from mid-air were all eliminated in an instant, only the next deep blood mark cut off the skin and flesh of his upper body into two halves, and in this blood mark, there was a silver-white electric light flowing, hindering his recovery from his injuries.

The black and red blood flowed freely from the blood traces.

Raging......!

These black and red bloods all turned into soaring blood flames and burned up, making the golden light that enveloped Gu Qing's figure look a little mixed.

Gu Qing's expression was extremely cold, and he spoke with his divine sense, and said: "The senior's sword, the junior took it, but I felt the long-lost muscles and bones stretch, I don't know if the seniors would like to give the juniors a few more swords to loosen the muscles and bones of the juniors, and the juniors must be grateful."

said.

Gu Qing clenched his fists violently.

The Near Talisman and the Mountain-Shaking Talisman in his hand, which had dimmed, turned into fine powder, and the air flow brought by his clenched fist blew away in all directions.

The powder of the two rune papers was scattered around.

Gu Qing threw a punch with all his strength towards the approaching middle-aged scribe's cultivation, like a grinding plate.

Brilliant golden light lit up from above his figure, Gu Qingru turned into a small golden sun, this was the first time he unreservedly urged the power of the ancient demon, when he swung his fist, his figure rose inch by inch, and in an instant turned into a little giant more than a foot high.

The middle-aged scribe's expression changed slightly.

His form stopped in mid-air.

"Good health!"

The middle-aged scribe's eyes soared.

He stood in mid-air, with his hands in his hands, and as soon as his mind moved, countless white points of light converged between heaven and earth, condensing within a hundred zhang of his body, enveloping Gu Qing and Zhou Lian at the same time.

Gu Qing's punch fell at this time.

Rumble!

The space within a hundred zhang seemed to tremble slightly.

Gu Qing's punch was exhausted, and a counterattack made his fist a little numb, and the punch he made with all his strength did not even lift the corners of the middle-aged scribe's clothes.

Gu Qing was unaware of this.

The golden light around him flowed, and he punched out again, alternating his fists with both hands, like a wind roller, golden fist shadows were all around, and the cold fist wind crushed the stagnant power of the middle-aged scribe-like cultivation in the space of more than ten zhang around him.

Zhou Lian, who was able to get out, hurriedly fled to the side and downward.

Just half a breath away.

Gu Qing was already using the power of the ancient demons, and he threw hundreds of punches with all his might.

In the space within a hundred zhang, there seemed to be countless cracks spreading.

This is not the legendary spatial rift.

It is the cultivation of the appearance of a middle-aged scribe, and the power of heaven and earth that has been gathered.

The middle-aged scribe's appearance retreated again and again, his expression was already quite embarrassed, and he looked at Gu Qing's gaze with a touch of deep jealousy.

"I'm afraid this son's physique is equivalent to a monk who has been reborn after building a triple foundation! If I want to kill this son, it is not safe to break this son's dantian, it is best to cut off this son's head......

Think about it.

Click!

The power of heaven and earth that he had gathered, and the solidified hundred-zhang space cracked out again, and he couldn't help but fly upside down a few zhang, as if his strength was weak.

Gu Qing saw that a close talisman appeared in his hand again.

His figure flashed.

It's almost the same as a middle-aged scribe.

"Why didn't my predecessor come out with a sword? Isn't it a crane faction that despises the younger generation and despises the younger generation?" He asked coldly.

Don't wait for the middle-aged scribe to answer.

Gu Qing threw a punch again, and punched again......

In just one thousandth of a moment.

Gu Qing was already cultivating towards the appearance of a middle-aged scribe, and blasted out five punches with all his strength, his punch was like a dragon, and the golden fist shadow fell on the face of the middle-aged scribe-like cultivator in an instant, but it was immediately eliminated.

The huge power of divine consciousness emanated from the eyebrows of the middle-aged scribe-like Xiu, and there seemed to be a huge phantom between heaven and earth, the light and shadow changed in an instant, and above his figure, the armor of silver-white light was condensed, and the shadow of Gu Qing's fist fell on this silver-white armor mountain.

Burst!

But it was like a handful of sand in the wind, and suddenly scattered.

The five punches that Gu Qing threw were almost unexpected!

His heart shook.

"It's worthy of building a foundation! It's just that this person's divine consciousness seems to be a little worse than the Hehuan Dao that I killed at the beginning, which is suspected to be the cultivation of foundation building." While Gu Qing was thinking, he punched the middle-aged scribe-like cultivator again, turning into a golden fist shadow and crushing away.

It's just that he won't use other means.

At present, he can only match the cultivation of foundation building, only the power of this ancient demon, and he has never learned any fighting methods, unless he casts a finger to return to the ruins, otherwise he can only make such a simple and rude shot.

The middle-aged scribe looked like a cultivator, his face was indifferent, the spiritual power in his body was surging like an erupting volcano, and he quietly watched Gu Qing, who was constantly swinging his fists in front of him and smashing down on the silver and white armor.

"The shot is rough, and you shouldn't know the art of fighting."

Be aware of this.

The middle-aged scribe's heart was slightly relaxed.

The spiritual power in his body was finally at its peak, and the powerful spiritual pressure radiated from his body in all directions, shaking away the clouds and mist that had gathered and dispersed within thousands of feet.

"Condensation!"

The middle-aged scribe-looking Xiu let out a low snort.

And he pointed to the sword.

Towards Gu Qing, who was like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, he stretched out his hand and pointed sharply, and then his divine sense contracted towards the center, all of which were condensed on Gu Qing's body.

Gu Qing's figure suddenly froze.

The face of the middle-aged scribe turned pale for a moment.

Gu Qing, who is as powerful as a man with his divine sense, is still extremely difficult to build a foundation with the cultivation of a middle-aged scribe, and even if he barely does it, the consumption of every moment is immeasurable.

The middle-aged scribe looked like Xiu, stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air.

He grabbed a ball of silver brilliance and slashed it at Gu Qing's neck.

Click!

Between heaven and earth, a silver-white light swept by.

This silver-white brilliance seemed to cut off the blazing sunlight above the clouds, cutting off the surrounding scene, and there was a pop above the mountains below, and a deep crack appeared somehow.

The sense of life and death crisis in Gu Qing's heart immediately emerged.

His tall figure skyrocketed again.

I don't know when he held another mountain-shaking talisman in his hand, it had already been urged, and under the blessing of this mountain-shaking talisman, he forcibly broke free from the middle-aged scribe-like cultivator's divine sense, and grabbed the silver-white brilliance with one hand, but he only felt a sharp pain.

The silver-white brilliance fell through the flesh between his palms and fell on his golden bones, cutting a crack in his bones.

As this crack appeared on his metacarpal bones, he grabbed at the silver-white arm of brilliance.

The silver-white brilliance, wrapped around Gu Qing's palm, fell on his neck, and the silver-white brilliance passed through his fingers and left a fine blood mark on his neck.

Sting!

Under this silver-white brilliance, Gu Qing once again turned into a ball of electric light, and a flicker flew out thousands of zhang, shattering many mountain rocks, crushing more than a dozen towering ancient trees, and cutting off a mountain stream.

Bang!

He smashed a deep pit again.

Click!

The flying sword that had been with him for many years broke away from his feet and turned into debris in the air in mid-air.

The cultivation of the appearance of a middle-aged scribe, but it is

The expression was gloomy.

Ever since he appeared.

His expression has never been so gloomy.

"What kind of rune is this person inducing? It was able to complement the strength of his body and make him forcibly break free from my sense!" The middle-aged scribe's appearance was uncertain between his meditation and contemplation.

He stretched out his hand.

The silver-white brilliance flew out of the deep pit that had fallen out of the smashed mountain stream, and was held in his hand.

It's a silver-white flying sword.

He put the sword away.

Suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhou Lian.

But it was found that Zhou Lian had escaped.

The middle-aged scribe looked like a cultivator, and his mind moved.

He flickered in the direction of Zhou Lian, stepped over thousands of zhang, and only needed to take one more step to catch Zhou Lian.

But the middle-aged scribe's cultivation was about to take another step, but on the side of his body, a golden light suddenly fell.

Gu Qing, who was holding one arm down, was holding a dim talisman in his mouth, and his figure flashed to the side of the middle-aged scribe-like Xiu, and above his figure, the golden light soared again.

"The sword of the seniors, the juniors are very happy."

Gu Qing's divine sense spoke.

Together in this moment.

On the Black Flame Sword taken out of the stone tablet space in his hand, there seemed to be a blood-colored flame burning, and he held this big sword with a wide door panel, and smashed it fiercely towards the middle-aged scribe-like Xiu!

The middle-aged scribe looked like a cultivator, and his eyes were about to split.

After the previous sword was slashed, the spiritual power in his body was less than thirty percent, and his divine consciousness was forcibly imprisoning Gu Qing, and he couldn't use it for a short time after breaking free, and the power of heaven and earth that he could control was difficult to mobilize for the time being under Gu Qing's strong offensive before.

This moment.

He actually had a sense of life and death crisis!

He was a monk in the foundation period.

At this time.

In a small Qi Refining Cultivator.

I actually felt a life-and-death crisis!

The middle-aged scribe looked like a cultivator, and he was deeply ashamed.

The situation in front of him did not allow him to think too much.

A ring lit up on his finger.

Immediately, a sharp beast roar resounded all around, and the illusory body of a dragon-like demon beast emanated from the ring on his fingers, facing Gu Qing as he smashed the Black Flame Sword.

This evil Jiao's body was huge, and it actually opened its mouth to swallow Gu Qing, who was wielding a sword, but it was pierced by golden light, and its huge and illusory body exploded.

Gu Qing, who was swallowed by the evil Jiao, only felt a tearing feeling appear on his body, his clothes were immediately torn, his short black hair was broken at the roots, a large area of blood mist burst out, and the black flame sword in his hand was torn apart.

The illusory body of the evil Jiao disappeared in mid-air.

Gu Qing, who was shrouded in golden light, looked gloomy.

"What kind of magic weapon is that ring?"

The corners of his eyes twitched.

The blue light in his hand flashed, and the Cold Claw Falling Moon Bow had already been taken out by him, and while he fell down in mid-air, he pulled the bow sharply, and looked at the middle-aged scribe-like Xiu with a sharp gaze.

"Senpai! Would you like to give it a try, the arrow of the juniors?"

Gu Qing spoke again with his divine sense.

The bow of the cold mantle falling on the moon is like a full moon at the moment.

The golden-red arrows condensed out.

The middle-aged scribe who wanted to continue to chase Zhou Lian looked like Xiu, but his figure suddenly sudden, he glanced at Gu Qing with an extremely cold gaze, and walked away into the distance in a flash, blinking without a trace.

"Today's events have been written down to so-and-so!"

Only a loud voice remained, echoing between the clouds and the sky.