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Zhou An smiled slightly, and the whole person fell into the ground in front of one person and one god. Liu Qing raised his eyes and looked behind Zhou An, the girl of the Fire Spirit Clan had disappeared.

Liu Qing didn't care about the release of water from the god of Tsing Yi Mountain. Being able to cultivate to the level of two-rank martial arts, he only focuses on one thing. People who can't accept a lower realm than themselves not only hit themselves, but they can't even understand when they were hit.

The Tsing Yi Mountain God immediately spoke: "The Fire Spirit Clan is actually building a volcano, and there is a crater under our feet. ”

Liu Qing motioned to the Tsing Yi Mountain God to stay away, and a second-peak martial artist was ready to fight hard. Slowly rising into the air, Liu Qing was accumulating strength.

"Blaze Slash"

Liu Qing, who was holding a dagger, had the aura on his body growing to its strongest. The dagger was thrown gently, and the dagger with a strange arc slashed a blade of air in the sky.

The air blade starts from the size of the palm of the hand, and finally falls to the ground when it is born. The cyan blade of light has stretched, two or three miles in size. The blade of light slammed diagonally into the ground and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The gathering place of the Fire Spirit Clan was cut open. The top of the Fire Spirit Mountain was flattened, and the top of the mountain slowly sloped to one side. Like an avalanche, hundreds of bamboo huts were buried.

Under the altar of the original I, there was a wave of qi, with a hot breath. In just a few breaths, the surrounding trees withered and turned yellow. It's like winter is coming, and all trees are sleeping.

"Ah...... My face. The beautiful woman in Tsing Yi glowed with golden light, and cracks began to appear on her face. The miserable howl, Liu Qing didn't care.

Grunt......

Liu Qing's true qi wings behind him shook slightly. Quickly I went to the Tsing Yi Mountain God, held down the latter's head, and quickly moved away from the hill.

Boom, the mountains shook for a while. In the mountains near the hill, birds began to fly into the distance. Many poisonous insects and beasts launched a frenzy and ran into the distance.

A quarter of an hour later, the Fire Spirit Mountain began to spew lava. It was thirty feet high and fell in a southeasterly direction. Black smoke quickly gathered in the sky.

Wherever the magma passed, stones, trees, flowers, and beasts began to burn.

"Kill me, kill me......" The beautiful woman in Tsing Yi was covered with cracks all over her body, and her body below her neck began to spin.

Liu Qing frowned and looked at the magma that was still spewing. As soon as his right hand was released, the mountain god of Tsing Yi fell to the ground.

As the god of the mountains who governs thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, regardless of natural disasters and man-made disasters. will be embodied in the golden body, like this is just a volcanic eruption that spreads for more than ten miles. It can't move the foundation of a righteous God, but there will be a little pain.

Liu Qing stood high in the air and was not ready to leave. If Zhou An really died in the volcano, this is a natural eruption of the volcano and has nothing to do with Liu Qing. If you are not dead, of course, you have to make up for it when the latter appears.

Cruelty to the enemy is tenderness to oneself, how could he, as a member of the Liu family, not understand this truth. In ancient times, there was a magical warrior named Chixiao.

This legendary saint king of the human race is still a role model for the children of the major families. All the other holy kings, every one of them was born and disappeared. There have been countless battles in his life, and his peers are invincible figures. Only under the pursuit of the older generation did he look embarrassed.

This Chixiao Saint King only began to learn martial arts at the age of forty. Each realm is broken when the qi and blood decay, and there are countless battles in a lifetime. Except for the last battle, which was won, the other battles involved were lost to one opponent. A man known as the most powerful saint, this man has only lost once in his life.

Chixiao is known as the most shameless among the holy kings, and his second humble background is born. Liu Qing had always looked down on this Saint King until he advanced to the rank of third-rank martial artist. Seeing the secret tome of the clan, the original I and their clan are the descendants of this holy king.

Therefore, there is a rule of the Liu clan: don't underestimate any enemy unless he is dead.

At the bottom of the magma, Zhou An was about to lose his grip. He only has one percent of his mana left, but he can't beat the elders of the Liu family in the sky.

Look at the flying sword of the fire element, floating in the magma. Zhou An was a little helpless, and the black Jiao had already returned to his cuffs. The sword box behind him had just been fastened, and the wooden sword under his feet was inserted into the rock wall.

The girl of the Fire Spirit Clan, when she was fighting Liu Qing. was brought here by the sacrificial spirit Huang Guang who was hiding in the shadows, if it weren't for a little conscience. Spread the sound to himself, but I was afraid that I would fight to the death.

The sacrificial spirit lay in the lava and took on its original form. With her belly facing up, a ragged girl lay on it, not knowing whether she was alive or dead.

Seeing the magma spraying, under such a natural disaster. Zhou An felt that there was something inexplicable, which made his blood boil. The mood was agitated, and a sense of war rose in my heart. Just tried his best to suppress it with reason, and exhaled lightly, Zhou An looked around.

Wuxiang Pan sat on the magma, looking like a cultivator. Zhou An saw Wuxiang, half bald and half long hair, and the weapon hanging in front of him would become a sword for a while.

In desperation, Zhou An pointed out his sword qi. Carve out a small cave and go in on your own and sit cross-legged.

Half an hour later, Zhou An opened his eyes in surprise. Staring at the magma, the red flying sword. At this time, the aura in his body had recovered, ten times faster than expected.

What's more, his divine consciousness is finally connected to the flying sword. The crimson flying sword was absorbing the fire attribute aura in the magma, and Zhou An felt a wave of excitement from the flying sword.

Day and night with mana to nourish, these nine flying swords. finally had a hint of recognition for Zhou An today, and Zhou An was happy.

Zhou An sensed the powerful martial arts aura in the sky, and the wood-attribute flying sword behind it flew out of the sword box. A trace of power of the spirit treasure, how powerful is it Zhou An was very curious.

Standing in the sky, Liu Qing, the will of the martial arts felt that it was being probed. The figure disappeared into the distance in a flash, and a three-inch-sized cyan flying sword just stabbed the afterimage.

"It's still forty percent of the sword intent, but the speed has increased so much! If you don't believe you, a disciple of Kunlun, you won't come out. Liu Qing muttered

"Rainbow through the Sun"

The cyan flying sword turned into a round sun. Shooting at Liu Qing was extraordinary.

"True Qi Armor"

Liu Qing shouted, and crimson armor appeared on his body. The dagger in his hand stabbed at the cyan sword in a strange arc.

The dagger slashed the cyan sword with a sword, and there was a pain in the back. With a punch in the back, a small azure sword flew out.

Seeing the little sword that stabbed him, Liu Qing's face turned iron-blue. It's this sword again, I don't know when it appears and when it disappears. But as soon as he made a move, he injured himself.

"Nine Days of Moonset"

The cyan flying sword turned into a crescent moon shape. The arc flew strangely towards Liu Qing, who was protected by a martial arts will.

The dagger flicked two cyan blades of light to hit the flying wood attribute flying sword. A breeze blew i, and Liu Qing was hit by the sword again. It was still an azure flying sword, two fingers deep into his right arm.

"It's not that I can't perceive it, it's completely hidden in the wind. It's really yours, and the power of the flying sword has also increased. Look at your flying sword is not simple, and I will also have secret methods. Liu Qing said with a pale face

Zhou An's face was calm, and the long-distance sword cultivation had the advantage against the martial arts. Although I don't know, why didn't the other party close the distance.

But Zhou An still released the black Jiao to protect himself, and the other party seemed to be a half-saint soldier in his hand.

However, the other party didn't seem to know that his flying sword was a spiritual treasure rather than an ordinary magic weapon.