The Nine Prison Priestess punched again and again, smashing Chen Qingshan's body backwards, and the fist wind wrapped around Chen Qingshan's body, rolling out a mud dragon on the ground.

The mud dragon was stained with blood, it was Chen Qingshan's blood.

The Nine Prison Priestess felt that what she was beating was not a person, but more like a piece of dead wood or a stone, calm and tenacious.

How could a monk of the Three Realms have such a strong vitality, in the eyes of the Nine Prison Priestess, it was probably because Chen Jiangnan's will was too strong.

Determined people can do things that ordinary people can't do, but no matter how determined a person is, his body also has a limit to endure.

When the body reaches its limit, people will die.

No matter how swift and thunderous the Nine Prison Goddess's attack was, Chen Qingshan still held the Heaven and Earth wide in his hands, without even a trace of deformation, which made the Nine Prison Goddess who had experienced countless lives and deaths in the desert feel terrified.

Another punch fell.

"Poof!"

A string of blood flowers.

Is this Chen Jiangnan's blood inexhaustible, his body is iron, right?

Even if it is beaten with iron, if it goes down with thousands of punches, it will become iron slag!

In the dantian world, under the trees that support the sky, countless green rays are lit up, the particles are distinct, rising upwards, attracting each other, condensing into green lights, full of vitality.

The green light drew a graceful trajectory from the side of the tree, and then was led away by the sky, frantically repairing Chen Qingshan's body.

Chen Qingshan also has "immortality".

Compared to the "immortality" brought by the Nine Prisons Goddess Red Frost Armor, Chen Qingshan's "immortality" seemed to be even more powerful, because Chen Qingshan's back was a large world with unlimited potential, which was many times more precious than an immortal weapon.

Under the mask, the Nine Prison Priestess was finally moved: "Put down the sword in your hand, I can let you go." ”

Chen Qingshan did not let go, he had his pride.

The bodies of the two of them wrapped in the strong wind suddenly stopped, and the Nine Prison Priestess did not stop throwing her fists, she no longer attacked Chen Qingshan's body, but turned to Chen Qingshan's arm, Chen Qingshan's arm holding the sword.

"Put down this sword, and you will no longer be a threat to me."

The Nine Prison Priestess clenched her fists, the spikes on her fist armor slowly melted, and the crimson light on her fists was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes, as if they were pinching a small sun.

"It's over."

Pinching the sun in her hand, the Nine Prison Goddess turned her fist into a palm and went straight to Chen Qingshan's forearm holding the sword.

A hint of coolness appears......

It turned out that the wind was blowing, and this fiery battle took this as a turning point.

A sigh sounded: "How is it, have you fought enough?" ”

It was Chen Qingshan's voice.

The sword that the Nine Prisons Goddess had been staring at in her eyes, the width of heaven and earth, suddenly disappeared into Chen Qingshan's hand.

Is Chen Qingshan ready to give up?

No, it's not!

The pupils of the Nine Prisons Goddess shrank, and under the cold armor, Chen Qingshan's body was reflected in her amber eyes, only to see Chen Qingshan raise his hand, fist to palm, and meet the red frost's fist armor and the sun pinched by the Nine Prisons Goddess with his flesh fist.

Closing the sword, not to bow his head, but to swing this punch.

It is "silence".

The gray fist was wrapped around the artistic conception of silence, and under the punch, it was the scorching sun, which also turned gray, and then slowly withered from the palm of the Nine Hell Goddess.

Like the most gorgeous rose, the moment it blooms, it ushers in the flowering period, the petals fall off, and the sun pinched by the Nine Prison Priestess slowly disappears in her palm.

This punch was not over, the fist smashed into the sun and rushed into the palm of the Nine Hells Priestess, the gray color was like a disease, slowly growing on the fist armor, reaching the forearm of the Nine Hells Priestess, and there was a tendency to continue to spread.

This punch is so terrifying, even the Red Frost Armor can't contain the artistic conception in it.

After a muffled snort, the Nine Prison Priestess finally retreated, the light above the red frost lit up, and the gray on her arm was stopped, and then slowly dispersed.

Chen Qingshan, who was stained with blood, turned over, drew his sword again, held the width of heaven and earth in his hand, and there was no sadness or joy on his face, and stabbed at the Nine Prisons Goddess with a sword.

This is a sword that Chen Qingshan has been raising for a long time, and now he finally has the opportunity to stab it.

The phantom of the Nine Prisons Ancient God in the head of the Qilin Body, his hands hung down, protecting the Nine Prisons Goddess.

"It's useless."

Although Chen Qingshan is not a divine son, and there is no ancient god as powerful as the Nine Prisons behind him, he also has a way to restrain the ancient gods.

The moment he became the Son of Chaos, he was destined to suppress the ancient gods a little more.

The tall shadow of the Nine Prisons, under this shadow, whether it is Chen Qingshan or the Goddess of the Nine Prisons, they are all very small existences.

Chen Qingshan drew his sword and flew over, and a crown of stars slowly appeared above his head, like an amethyst, outlining a gorgeous golden color, this crown condensed the will of many ancient gods.

At the moment when this crown appeared, the shadow of the Nine Hells Ancient Gods actually took the initiative to lower its head and let go of the protection of the Nine Hells Goddess.

The Nine Hells Goddess's face condensed slightly, and in the midst of the lightning and flint, she threw out the giant spirit shield and smashed it to the ground, supporting the giant spirit shield with both hands, becoming the most powerful defense.

"In this way, this giant spirit shield will be removed from the hundred soldiers spectrum." Chen Qingshan whispered, and his figure was like a ghost of Shura.

In the middle of the flight, he let go of the sword in his hand again, and the heaven and earth hung wide in the palm of his right hand, and he spit out a three-foot sword light.

It's not over.

Chen Qingshan held the hilt of his sword in vain.

"Go!"

Heaven and Earth began to spin rapidly, and with the passage of endless sword qi from the dantian world, a huge sword qi storm rolled up around the sword body, and the sword qi storm expanded, hiding Chen Qingshan's figure in it.

"Squeak......

It's the shrill grinding of teeth.

The heavens and the earth are as wide as a drill, to break this hard shield.

With Chen Qingshan's strength, even with the blessing of heaven and earth, it would be very difficult to split this giant spirit shield with one sword.

But now it is different, the rapid rotation makes Tiandikuan have a more powerful piercing force, the point is that the rank of Tiandikuan allows Chen Qingshan not to think about whether the "drill bit" will be broken.

The firelight splashed, it was countless sparks, one after another, and the shield surface of the giant spirit shield slowly turned red, which was a manifestation of excessive temperature, and the extremely high temperature made the giant spirit shield more fragile.

"Broken!"

Chen Qingshan let out a startled shout, and the tip of the Heaven and Earth Wide Sword pierced into the Giant Spirit Shield, and the endless sword qi crossed in from the Heaven and Earth Wide Sword Body, destroying the structure of the Giant Spirit Shield.

"Click!"

With the tip of the Heaven and Earth Wide Sword as the center, a crack appeared, followed by a second and a third......

Like an eggshell shattering, traces of sword qi erupted from the cracks on the giant spirit shield.

With a bang, the Giant Spirit Shield, a shield ranked more than forty on the Hundred Weapons Spectrum, exploded and became a bronze fragment in one place.

Without waiting for his cultivation to be higher, Chen Qingshan would now shatter this giant spirit shield with one sword.

On the spectrum of 100 soldiers, the giant spirit shield is removed!

The Nine Prison Priestesses, who were hiding behind the Djinn Shield, were swept away by the fragments and flew upside down.

The sword qi dragon attacked, the dragon's mouth was wide with heaven and earth, and the tip of the sword was still rotating, stopping three feet away from the door of the Nine Prison Goddess.

With the sharpness and lethality displayed by Heaven and Earth Wide, the Nine Hells Priestess had no doubt that this sword would break through her face armor and pierce her head.

"It's me who loses."

The Nine Prison Priestesses said softly.

Turn around and go.

He didn't care about the fragment of the giant spirit shield, as if it was just an ordinary fragment that was broken by Chen Qingshan.

"I hope you can protect Yang Jian for the rest of your life."

Chen Qingshan now has no pain in his body, even if he has the life source qi of the dantian world to repair his body, but there is no less suffering at all, only a hot pain.

"These Nine Prison Goddesses are really merciless." Chen Qingshan grinned and stood in place, watching the Nine Prisons Goddess go away.

This battle should be the most dangerous battle since Chen Qingshan became a monk, if there is no dantian world, even if there is heaven and earth in his hands, Chen Qingshan is also likely to be defeated by the Nine Prisons Goddess.

"The world is big, there are no wonders, there are people outside the world, there are people outside the sky, don't underestimate the people in the world." Chen Qingshan knocked on the sword, and after the heaven and earth shattered the giant spirit shield, the sword body seemed to be brighter.

It was not Chen Qingshan's illusion, but it did exist, and the shattering of the giant spirit shield made the Heaven and Earth Kuan, the boundless immortal sword that was unique in the world, re-reveal a trace of its grandeur.

If there is no opponent, the hero will grow old, and even the best sword will rot in the scabbard.

Shattering the giant spirit shield with the width of heaven and earth is like washing a sword, awakening a trace of the edge of heaven and earth wide.

"Boom!"

It was the sound of the sword being sheathed.

Chen Qingshan put away the width of heaven and earth.

Although he was covered in blood, and there was no place on his body that did not hurt, the majesty in his eyes that belonged to His Royal Highness the Holy Son of the Chaos God Sect had not diminished.

Wherever Chen Qingshan's eyes went, all the disciples lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look at each other again.

Wherever the eye goes, all beings are easy, and that's probably the case.

"Even this Nine Prisons Goddess who returned from the desert can't suppress His Highness the Holy Son?" Some disciples whispered, this result was unexpected, but it made them acceptable.

After all, they are all their own family, and whoever wins can accept it.

As for the reason that surprised them, it was nothing more than that the age gap between His Highness the Holy Son and the Nine Hells Priestess was too great.

It is true that His Highness the Holy Son is a genius, but the Nine Prisons Priestess is also a genius, and for geniuses, one year is enough time to open up a lot of big gaps.

What's more, the difference between the Nine Prisons Goddess and Chen Jiangnan is more than three years old, and the gap between them is like a chasm, but His Royal Highness the Holy Son still stepped on this chasm, and then smoothed it out.

The disciples understood that the Chaos God had taught a great character, a figure who could compete with the little Heavenly Master of Dragon and Tiger Mountain.

And the Chaos God Sect and Dragon Tiger Mountain have always been at odds with each other, and the existence of the Little Heavenly Master is even more overwhelming for the disciples of the Chaos God Sect, and now, someone has come out and endured this day.

Therefore, in the eyes of the disciples, in addition to their admiration for Chen Qingshan, there is also deep respect.

"Whew".

Yang Jian let out a breath, his heart was mixed, he didn't feel that his betrayal of the Ghost Punishment Peak was wrong, if it was wrong, then he should have died here today.

Hugging the true thigh of the Holy Son of the Sect of Chaos, his future and future can only be bright.

"Yang Jian."

"Let's go."

Chen Qingshan stepped forward.