The robes hunted in the wind, like the hammer of a war drum.

With a slight movement of his hand, the halberd pointed at Zhou Qiankun, and the flames on the halberd jumped, scorching, bewitching, dangerous and charming.

"You are really bold, we all thought that after this siege, you would calm down for a while, but we didn't expect that instead of restraining in, you were even more emboldened, and you dared to intercept and kill me."

The tone seemed flat, but it also seemed to admire.

Zhou Qiankun smiled slightly, and a trace of indifference and confidence flashed in his eyes.

Raising his hand, a spear pointed directly at Yan Qingchuan.

There was a chill on the gun, like the opposite of a halberd, one ice and one fire, plunging the surroundings into two heavens.

This spear made Yan Qingchuan's eyes no longer calm.

"Bai Leng Xiao's cold night gun, why is it in your hands?"

His tone was horrified, as if he had thought of some terrible result, but he couldn't believe it.

He knew Bai Lengxiao's strength, and even he was not sure that he could take it.

If such a person wants to escape, how can he be left behind?

The corners of Zhou Qiankun's mouth raised a touch of coldness.

"What do you say?"

It seems that there is no answer, and it seems that all questions are answered.

All the luck in Yan Qingchuan's heart was shattered, and he understood that Bai Lengxiao was really defeated, and he couldn't even escape.

His heart was beating fast, his palms were sweaty, and at that moment, he even lost the courage to make a move.

The halberd was clenched, his breathing was short, but the battle intent in his eyes slowly increased.

As a disciple of the Twelve Heroes and the Burning True Sect, this honor did not allow him to be timid.

Moreover, he also understands that cowardice is not immune to death, but it is better to die vigorously.

At least know how big the gap between you and him is, and then make a comeback, so you can kill him.

Yan Qingchuan moved, his body was like a flame god of war, the halberd turned into a heavenly soldier, a halberd opened the sky, and all directions turned into a sea of fire.

Zhou Qiankun's face was indifferent, the outcome of this battle was already doomed, and the only variable was that he could support a few moves!

The cold night spear stabbed out violently, the cold light flickered, and the tip of the spear was like electricity, instantly close to Yan Qingchuan's body.

Yan Qingchuan's pupils contracted, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He raised his halberd fearlessly, his body was like a tiger pounced on the great evil cultivator Zhou Qiankun, and the moment the two staggered, the halberd and the gun collided, stirring up a spark.

The sound of the halberd and the gun colliding resounded in the sky, and the entire chaotic stone forest seemed to tremble.

The power of Yan Qingchuan's whole body surged out, sweeping around like a violent wind, and the surrounding stone pillars were torn apart by his power.

Zhou Qiankun sneered, the spear in his hand was like a poisonous snake, flexibly and ferociously shuttling between Yan Qingchuan's attacks, sometimes dodging, sometimes counterattacking.

The figures of the two rolled in the chaotic stone forest, and every confrontation was full of incomparable danger and excitement.

Yan Qingchuan's heart ignited a strong fighting spirit, he was unwilling to be defeated by an evil cultivator, he resolutely let out a roar, and the momentum on his body exploded violently.

His halberd is like a raging storm, one move after another, endlessly, as if he has incarnated as a god of war, and he is overwhelming.

However, Zhou Qiankun always maintained a calm demeanor, his marksmanship was like flowing water, flowing freely between one move and one style, and he was not suppressed by Yan Qingchuan's momentum at all.

As the battle intensified, so did the surrounding temperature, and the flames and chills intertwined to create an eerie and blazing battlefield.

The robe on Yan Qingchuan's body was already soaked with sweat, but he did not flinch and continued to fight firmly.

He knows that only by doing his best can he have a chance of life.

"Desperate? If you work hard and be useful in this world, you won't have so many regrets. ”

Zhou Qiankun coldly watched his momentum climb, and the gun was faster, more accurate, and more unguardable.

Ten minutes later, in front of the chaotic stone forest, in front of Yan Qingchuan's chest, a spear pierced his chest.

Blood flowed down the spear, and before it could hit the ground, it was frozen by the cold and turned into ice slag.

Yan Qingchuan was defeated, but he did not have the slightest frustration.

His eyes were bright, and he said with a smile: "You won, but I also saw your limit, and the next time you fight, you will lose." ”

Zhou Qiankun coldly drew his spear, and Yan Qingchuan fell.

Zhou Qiankun watched a blood talisman fly away from his body, and there was only calm in his eyes.

Limit?

It's just his weakest gunway.

Picked up Yan Qingchuan's space ring and rummaged through it.

Then, the eyes were filled with ecstasy.

"This is the Flowing Fire Ganoderma lucidum, a medium-grade fire-based elixir, and Xiao Yi's promotion after becoming a god doesn't have to worry about it for the time being."

As for the high-grade elixir, it is already rare.

The fire system is even more rare.

Zhou Qiankun guessed that perhaps Dachu could only be cultivated by the Burning True Sect.

And it's even harder to get it.

It takes at least a hundred years for a high-grade elixir to mature, which is equivalent to the life of a mortal and one-third of the years of the Great Cultivator of the Divine Mansion.

Zhou Qiankun sighed and muttered: "After the medium-grade elixir has no effect, it's a big deal to go to the Endless Sea in the east, where the sea is vast and there are countless undeveloped places, maybe if you're lucky, you can find the fire-based high-grade elixir." ”

Throwing away these miscellaneous thoughts, Zhou Qiankun happily put away the elixir in Yan Qingchuan's space ring.

As for the space ring, just throw it away.

This kind of space ring containing elixir, the other party must have planted a tracking mark, and if you keep it, you will kill yourself.

Entering the Shenxi Spirit Garden, he carefully carved out a small piece of medicinal field and planted the Flowing Fire Lingzhi.

Xiao Yi watched Zhou Qiankun come in, his eyes lit up slightly, and he flapped his wings excitedly and flew to Zhou Qiankun's shoulder.

"Big brother, what... When you can take me out... Look, it's boring. ”

Zhou Qiankun looked at its pleading appearance, and then looked around.

With no one other than the elixir, it's no wonder it feels lonely.

Zhou Qiankun gently stroked its feathers and comforted: "I'll take you out when I find a spirit beast's transformation technique, your current appearance is too dazzling." ”

Xiao Yila shrugged her head and let out a soft sigh.

Zhou Qiankun shook his head with a smile and said, "Don't worry, soon." ”

This sentence made Xiao Yi so-called regain some spirits.

"Okay then."

Zhou Qiankun smiled: "Okay, I'll go out, there's an old bald donkey to deal with." ”

Xiao Yi was quite regretful, if it weren't for the Heavenly Spirit Mountain Range suppressing the monks and demon beasts on the Lingtai and above, it would also want to go out and kill the Quartet.

At the very least, I can share some of it for my eldest brother.

Zhou Qiankun left the Shenxi Spiritual Garden and chased towards the east.

Just when everyone thought that there would be no more accidents today, another blood talisman flew out and fell straight onto the Burning True Sect Spirit Boat.

The expressions of the crowd had completely turned to horror.

Another hero has been beheaded!

Yan Qingchuan appeared on the Spirit Boat of the Burning True Sect in embarrassment, with unwillingness in his eyes.

"Qingchuan, but that Wang Ling beheaded you?"

The Burning True Sect elder was breathing heavily, and his eyes were full of horror.