Cheng Qian took a deep breath suddenly, and the top of his right hand suddenly shrouded in blue light, and immediately a layer of cyan dragon scales covered his entire arm, and half of the sword body, which originally had a light cyan color, became silver and brilliant at this moment, and a powerful coercion suddenly erupted.

"Go!"

With Cheng Qian's soft voice, he quickly raised his right arm and swung out violently, and at the moment of the swing, one-third of the mana in his body was instantly sucked away.

Cheng Qian's face remained unchanged, as if he had expected it.

Soon, under the silver light in front of him, a silver light dragon suddenly appeared, and the dragon's head suddenly let out a sound of nine dragons' groans, and the bright dragon tail flicked violently, and the huge dragon body ejected out at once.

At the same time, under the flash of black light in front of him, the black spear that remained unfailing suddenly came into view, and the silver light dragon saw this situation, and his face showed an anthropomorphic sneer, and the dragon's head was raised, and it hit this thing without dodging.

A soft sound came out.

The strange thing is that the silver light dragon and the black spear met, without the slightest cracking sound, and the black spear was instantly defeated by the majestic coercion as soon as it touched the silver dragon.

It didn't take much effort, this scene was naturally seen by the corpse, and the gray-white eyes shrank suddenly, and he wanted to avoid it with a shake of his shoulder.

The body also suddenly weakened, and it really dodged the attack of the silver dragon.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Cheng Qian's mouth bent, and with a flash of blue eyebrows, a ghostly light flashed out, heading straight for the nearby void.

"Impossible!"

Suddenly, a crazy roar came out from the nearby void, and under the fluctuations, the voice of the corpse Xiao flashed out, and he held his head in his arms, and the gray-white dead fish eyes in his eyes seemed even more scattered.

With his appearance, the silver dragon suddenly reversed direction, flicked its giant tail violently, and its body immediately shot out like a bow and arrow, the speed was jaw-dropping.

In a flash, he came to the corpse in an instant, and there was also a majestic coercion.

The corners of the silver light dragon's mouth flashed with a fierce color, and it suddenly poked out the dragon's claws and danced lightly, and immediately erupted into extremely dense claw shadows, and went straight to the corpse's head with a sharp broken body.

The chaotic corpse seemed to be awakened by the terrifying coercion of the silver dragon, and the Shentai immediately cleared up, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he leaned out of his green arm without hesitation, and his five fingers turned into sharp claws, and with a slight dance, he turned into a claw shadow that was denser than the dragon's claws.

A tear came out.

As soon as the two made a slight contact, the silver claw shadow was lightly torn green claw shadow, and the silver dragon's head was raised, and a heaven-shattering roar was released, and the entire dragon claw swelled strangely, as if the strength of the whole body was gathered on this claw, and it turned into a silver light and inserted five fingers into the corpse's golden stone-like chest.

Then the five fingers were suddenly closed, and a thick blood hole with a bowl mouth immediately appeared in the corpse's turquoise chest. Black corpse blood poured out.

It was supposed to kill ordinary monks, but for the corpse, it only caused a sharp pain in his chest, and instead it was provoked to become ferocious.

Instead of retreating, he grabbed the bloody hole in his chest with one arm, and suddenly under the flash of golden light, a bloody golden sword was pulled out by him, and the moment he pulled it out, a piece of golden light burst out from the golden sword.

Suddenly, a golden power grid instantly condensed out, and with a shake, it shrouded down the huge silver light dragon in front of him.

"Roar!"

The silver light dragon naturally had no fear, it was just a supernatural power conjured up by spiritual power, only to see it roar, and the extremely sharp evil god thunder on the opposite side was not afraid at all, but the whole body flipped violently, and plunged directly into the golden net. ...,

Suddenly there was a crackling explosion, and a powerful coercion suddenly burst out from the silver dragon's body at this moment, the golden net collapsed in an instant, and the huge silver light dragon was suddenly wrapped in a layer of silver mang, gradually enveloping the entire corpse, and a majestic coercion evaporated the black sea water around it for dozens of miles.

"Roar!"

Looking at it from a distance, I saw a large cloud of silver light flickering in the air, and a terrible roar came from inside, and a flash of golden light was fiercely thrown out by a gust of wind.

Seeing this, Cheng Qian's pupils shrank suddenly, and after fighting with the corpse until now, he had clearly seen that those evil spirits and thunders erupted from this golden sword, and without thinking about it, he suddenly stretched out his left hand and grabbed it with five fingers.

Suddenly, a cyan light hand flew out, and with one hand, he grabbed the golden flying sword that had dimmed aura, and pulled it back, and then Cheng Qian saw the true appearance of this sword clearly.

The surface of the golden glow is dim, with a trace of blood-red markings, and it looks like it has lost its spirituality, Cheng Qian knew at a glance that this sword had been tainted by these blood, but this sword didn't know how long it had been defiled, and it could still have spirituality, and there was thunder in it.

"Isn't this Han Li's Golden Thunder Bamboo magic weapon, the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword?" Cheng Qian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately felt that this sword had a déjà vu, and he guessed its origin at once.

But no matter how this sword was in the hands of this strange corpse, one thing was certain, Han Li had been here and had fought a great battle with this corpse, and it was estimated that even the flying sword was taken by the corpse after the defeat escaped.

At the same time, the silver rays in the distance gradually disappeared, and the violent spiritual pressure around them gradually disappeared, under this powerful blow, the corpse Xiao did not disappear, a wolf bèi gasped fiercely, and looked at Cheng Qian with a resentful face, and at the same time, the corpse Xiao also held a golden sword in his other hand that was the same as Cheng Qian's side.

"Hey, there's a golden sword!" Seeing this, Cheng Qian couldn't help but gasp, and opened his mouth in some surprise, and at the same time surprised by the tenacious vitality of the corpse.

"Boy, you're dead!" The corpse looked at Cheng Qian with a resentful expression, and a look of madness immediately flashed on his face, and he suddenly shook the golden flying sword in his hand, and slammed it towards the void, and a thunderclap sounded, and a piece of golden light suddenly shot out, and with a few twists, it turned into a thick golden arc and went straight to Cheng Qian.

Seeing this situation, Cheng Qian also knew that just now the other party was just careless and contemptuous of the enemy to create this shape, and now this corpse comparable to the corpse of a great monk in the late Yuan Infant period went crazy, and the consequences were absolutely unimaginable.

The other party was killed without a single blow, and although Cheng Qian was surprised, he did not let go at all...... has, because the other party's true magic power has not yet been displayed.

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