Chapter 113: Threading
"I haven't seen you for a few days, Xiaoyou's cultivation has also improved a lot, since ancient times, heroes have come out of youth, Xiaoyou will be able to surpass us in the future."
Li Daochang greeted everyone familiarly, and the rest of the people also chatted one after another, it seemed that after knowing that Qiu Chiyu had entered the realm of Canglong Six Stacks, everyone didn't take this poor Qi to heart.
"You ......"
These guys, one by one, are desperately cultivating on weekdays, and they are more ruthless than the other, and now they are all cringe.
"Since the seniors have given in, if you don't fight like this, how about the juniors go to meet the battle?"
Qingya saw the huge fierce beast in front of him, and he was a little eager to try. Although the strength of this Qi Qi is above the previous Xiangliu, it will not exceed the early stage of the Yuan Infant at most, and he has never fought with the opponent of the Yuan Infant Stage.
Of course, Qingya would not think that he could defeat the poor Qi in front of him by himself, if that was really the case, then the previous cultivation of several seniors here could be regarded as vain.
But as long as there is Qiu Chi Yu, he will definitely not be in danger, this is a chance to fight with the Yuan Infant Period, Qingya is about to be unable to suppress the excitement in his heart.
"You're really arrogant, Tsukiki wants to fight Yuanying, but I like it. Don't worry, I'm here, you just go and fight. ”
Qiu Chiyu patted Qingya's shoulder, and didn't seem to take the other party in his eyes at all. However, she really didn't need to take this beast as artificially created and vain.
In her own words, looking at the entire Chang'an City, I am invincible.
As soon as they heard that there was a young monk who had built a sevenfold foundation and wanted to challenge the Poor Strange Beast, the rest of the people also said that there were talented people in the country.
The Qing Ming in his hand trembled slightly, and seemed to be longing for this hard-won duel, as the Qing Ya cultivation increased day by day, the sleeping sword spirit gradually woke up, although now Qing Ming can only convey some faint thoughts, but it is such a power, it is already an existence that the Dragon Sparrow Army God needs to look up to.
And now, the sword spirit also needs Qingya to regain his former strength in the constant battle, and it is best to be able to fully control Qingya's body like the last time.
At this time, the hairless Qiqi became more and more fierce, it did not know what its situation was, and just blindly attacked the people in front of it.
Although the sword was lost, the feathers were still there, and Qi Qi gathered his wings and pointed straight ahead, and the feathers stood up like steel knives, shining in the cold light of the forest under the moon.
Qiqi spun up on the spot, his limbs converged, like a cloud shuttle, stabbing straight towards the green cliff. As Qi Qi rotated, the feathers on its wings sprouted pieces of phantom feathers, like the forward of a cloud shuttle, shooting towards the green cliff.
Vulcan Dragon Armor, combined.
The blazing armor covered Qingya's body, and the phantom feathers clanged on the armor, leaving not even a single white mark, only a dense crashing sound could be heard, like night rain falling on the eaves.
Jiuqu Chen.
Qingya held the sword in both hands, and a thick light barrier covered Qingya's wrist, firmly binding his hands to Qing Ming.
"What is he going to do? In this way, isn't he only able to dance the sword with both hands? Clumsy and heavy, how to fight the enemy. ”
Qiu Chiyu was very puzzled by Qingya's actions, but Hua Qing'er, who was used to Qingya's strange operations, was quite confident in him.
"It seems that he has a new understanding of swordsmanship."
Jiu Quchen, this was originally a move that would only be performed in Lei Gang's golden body when the terrain was unfavorable. Because there is no solid earth to draw on, this formula is to gather the bits of dust that are dispersed in the air and condense them together to form a defense of some key parts, such as the heart and the head.
However, Qingya used it to connect his wrist with Qing Ming, so that he could ensure that he would not get out of the way due to too violent confrontation in the future.
I saw Qingya holding his long sword high, and he also followed Qi Qi's appearance and spun in the opposite direction, and soon, his figure also formed a steel cone, and he rushed directly towards the oncoming Qi Qi.
"It is really brave to dare to use the body of the foundation to confront the body of Qiqi head-on."
"He has the guts, what about the ability? You don't think that he can be tough now, if he has three long and two short, the Shake Light Goddess will come to the door and see what you do. ”
"This ...... That's true, but I think his armor is quite bluffing, and I guess I can touch it. ”
"Anyway, let's be careful and don't let anything happen to him."
For Qingya's move, everyone thinks it is unwise. In the law of all things, the human race naturally has a more intimate perception of the Dao Law, so the cultivation will be smoother than other races such as the demon race, the beast race, etc., which is also the reason why the monks of many other races will take the lead in cultivating the art of transformation, and only with the human body can they continue to practice better.
Of course, the human body is not the most perfect cultivation container, the pure body of gods and demons is a more refined existence, they do not seem to have a bottleneck in cultivation, they are the product of the natural creation of heaven and earth. It's just that there are too few gods and demons with pure divine blood or demon blood, and the human race has only appeared once in written records, and that is the Demon Venerable and the Heavenly Fall Ancestor thousands of years ago.
Heaven and earth are in order, and although the human race is smoother in their cultivation, their physical bodies are the weakest of all races, and they still have many lives on their bodies, which are extremely vulnerable to irreparable damage.
Therefore, Terran cultivators often pay attention to cultivating the physical body while cultivating the Dao Law, and the Lei Gang Golden Body is a very typical example.
Under the cover of night, the speed of the impact of one shuttle and one cone is also getting faster and faster, and the golden phantom sword and silver phantom feather that continue to spread out from both sides also follow the messy trajectory and constantly collide, blooming a little fireworks in the night.
Bang, the two soldiers collided, as if a violent explosive had been ignited, and the air waves generated by the impact blew gusts of wind one after another, thanks to the fact that everyone present was a master, so it was not blown away.
And Qingya, who was in the center of the impact, felt even more dizzy, fortunately he had summoned the Vulcan Dragon Armor in advance, whether it should be said or not, the battle armor created by the Eight Desolation Dragon Flame was indeed indestructible, and his own flesh was mortal, and he could also face the broken ancient beast head-on.
"What is this, why has such strong armor never appeared before, and has not been recorded?"
Many people saw the mystery of the armor at a glance, and asked about its origin, but they never thought about it, but no one knew.
The Wildfire Holy Sect has been dormant for a hundred years, and before it has time to carry out its grand cause when it first comes to the world, it was destroyed by the Qingya and Hua Qing'er who came down the mountain in one fell swoop, and even their main altar was uprooted by the mysterious master, and the hundred-year-old foundation was silently destroyed.
"The breath on that armor, how can I imagine it so much with my own breath, I have seen him wear it in the shadow veil before, I just thought the shape was very suitable for my taste, and now it seems that it really has a little relationship with me, will it be that day......"
Feeling the breath of the flame dragon emanating from the armor, Qiu Chiyu couldn't help but think of the wisp of the remnant soul of the flame dragon that fused with himself in the dream of returning to the ruins that day.
Everyone here is speculating, and on the battlefield, the battle is raging. The tip of the sword and the tip of the Winged Peak are generally incompatible with each other, and the friction caused by the reverse rotation causes a violent high temperature, even if the feathers are as sharp as steel, they are not only scorched at this temperature, but they gradually soften after being burned red, and finally turn into yellow molten iron, dripping down.
And the pitch-black Qingying sword blade has not changed at all, and even Qingya can feel the chill on the sword more intensely, which is the characteristic of the sword spirit that is happy.
"This armor and this sword are all first-class treasures, I didn't want to take him at a young age, the baby on his body is better than mine, it's really enviable."
"What, you want to rob it, do you have the guts?"
"Hey, you can't talk nonsense, if someone else hears it, I'll have to run away."
……
This time, relying on the strength of the armor and the edge of the green underworld, Qingya gained the upper hand in the battle of this blow, but Qingya knew that if the hair on Qiqi's body was still there, he would definitely fall into the disadvantage.
Because he no longer has more spiritual power to maintain his high-speed rotation, once his spiritual power is exhausted, even if Qi Qi can't break through the dragon armor defense, he will not be able to attack.
The trace of purple qi in the veins became active again, quickly flowing through his limbs, and the spiritual power that had been lost a lot was quickly filled.
Qi Qi didn't seem to want to give Qingya time to recover, opened his bloody mouth, and a breath of ice swept towards Qingya like Bai Lian, and the cold air condensed the water vapor along the way into ice crystals, falling like snowflakes.
Qing Ya didn't have much knowledge of the art of ice and fire, so he was about to use the giant sword that traversed all directions to block the invasion of cold qi, but just as he was about to use the sword technique, he felt a strong sense of longing coming from Qing Ming in his hand.
Intermittently, Qingya roughly understood the meaning of Qing Ming, the cold air that came this time has the cold breath carried by the bloodline of the ancient fierce beast, which is an excellent nutrient for Qing Ming, who likes cold by nature, although the content is negligible, but it is better than nothing.
Knowing Qing Ming's intentions, Qing Ya took the initiative to remove the dragon armor, the so-called ice and fire are incompatible, in Qing Ming's home field, it does not want the existence of other elemental forces.
So, in the midst of everyone's exclamations, Qingya had no defensive ground, holding a long sword, pointing directly at the ice breath.
Qiu Chiyu had already stepped out to the side of Qingyadi at this time, only to see the flames on her wrists, and she was about to strike to destroy this ice breath.
"Trust me, I'm going to be fine.