Brute force lost slightly, but Chu He did not have the slightest anxiety or uneasiness.

Strong self-confidence has always filled Chu He's heart, and he has never doubted his victory.

Chu He didn't do it very often, and this trend became more and more obvious with his strength.

But this does not mean that Chu He's skills will regress.

In fact, he never relaxed his workouts for himself.

It's just that the higher the level, the clearer Chu He's self-perception becomes.

He can make trade-offs left and right, and use various means to create advantageous conditions for himself.

At the end of the day, it's he who has the power.

It's like he's in reality, using the government to help him develop another world.

If he didn't have that unparalleled cultivation, how could he still be so wishful?

The shadow of the stick and the shadow of the axe, overlapping in the cavern.

Constant collision with each other.

The shattering wind slammed against the soft rock wall, and then the loud sound continued to reverberate in the not-so-empty space.

The sound is getting noisier and louder.

Finally, the terrifying energy was compressed to the extreme, and all of them exploded in one go.

Boom... ！

The earth was torn open and the caverns were blown up.

The Chu River and the desolate tomb turned into two rays of light and shadow, and jumped out of the deep pit.

I saw that as soon as the stone axe in the hand of the desolate tomb was collected, his hands were clenched, as if he was pinching the two ends of the sky.

Tearing it hard, there was a void crack from his palm, which quickly spread towards the Chu River, and aimed at the Chu River, not allowing him to escape.

As soon as he got out of trouble, the desolate tomb used some special natural means.

This may be the bloodline that Aratsuki passed down to him.

A strange force that tears and breaks everything.

Facing the crack that came from the tear, like a crack in the sky, Chu He held the Dinghai Divine Needle in his hand, his face was not different, and he did not panic.

In the cave, he can still rely on stick techniques and some martial arts to fight against the desolate tomb.

In the case of a gap in strength, it is difficult to fight with the opponent.

At this time, when he got out of the cave and untied his shackles, how could he still be suppressed by the other party in the slightest?

Divine power: Law Heaven and Earth!

Chu He turned into a giant of hundreds of zhang, and it seemed that his height had not reached his peak, but the density of his strength was already overwhelming.

put away the Dinghai God Needle, but greeted the crack that tore through the sky with the power of a punch.

Bang!

The sky is broken.

The sky seemed to have broken a corner, and the starlight beyond the high sky could be faintly seen, as well as the kingdom of God and the fairyland that were faintly trembling under the impact of huge ripples.

In the heavenly court, many immortals saw this battle and looked sideways.

Even in the mortal world at this time, those who possess such force are not unique, but they are already rare.

The terrifying battle also brought disaster to the Sanmiao tribe.

In the face of disaster, many ordinary tribesmen can only choose to flee blindly, but they don't know where to flee at all.

Chu He's figure twisted, and it became its original size again.

The stick in his hand changed, and it was like a spear.

Chu He's stick method was later comprehended by integrating some of the characteristics of the Monkey King.

In fact, before that, he was good at knife and marksmanship.

It's just embarrassing that the current Chu River doesn't have a good gun, let alone a good knife.

The methods used earlier are now becoming more and more scarce.

The gun hits a line, and the stick sweeps a large area.

Although it is not as wide as the stick method.

But the marksmanship is tricky, like a poisonous snake spitting out letters, and it is impossible to prevent it.

With sticks as guns, the desolate grave does not dare to underestimate the Chu River.

In fact, even if there was no gun head, just a little broken face, and not a single stick hit his body, the pressure he was under was far greater than before.

"It's a pity that your stick is missing a sharp spear head, otherwise you'd have won me by now. With a blow back, the desolate tomb said to Chu He.

The two have gone head-to-head for more than 500 rounds.

Everything happened in such a fast amount of time that it seemed like it had only been a short time and it shouldn't have been fought so many times.

After so many head-to-head confrontations, the desolate tomb faintly felt bad in his heart.

All his power has been manifested.

And the Chu River is like a bottomless abyss, and it seems that there will always be more means to suddenly erupt and catch him off guard.

If he continued like this, he felt that he had to lose.

So the desolate tomb wants to find a way, within the next few moves, to determine the winner and divide the superior... Even life and death.

Faced with the questioning of the desolate tomb, Chu He did not respond.

It's just that the long stick is more anxious, and it doesn't even apply all kinds of magical powers anymore.

"What? Do you regret it? But there is no way, you are going to lose, the next three moves, I will use the mastery. If you can hold on, I will let you pass this second level, but what?" Seeing that Chu He ignored him, the desolate tomb could only continue to talk awkwardly, trying to suppress Chu He's momentum, and then improve his own strength.

Chu He remained silent, as if it was just ordinary.

Turning around suddenly, the volley rotated, and a powerful force exploded, and a stick barrel came out.

The desolate grave puffed up with his chest straight, not dodging or dodging.

The stone axe in his hand slashed towards Chu He's head.

What he is fighting is the idea of exchanging injuries for injuries.

Thinking about his own body, which is more resistant than Chu He's.

It's just... He miscalculated!

There was a real pain in his chest, and he felt a cold and rough thing pierce into his originally strong body.

Looking down, he saw that half of Chu He's Dinghai Divine Needle had already been cut in his heart.

Blood gushed and spilled in the sky.

Every drop of blood, weighing as much as a mountain or river, dripped to the ground, making a sound like a meteorite hitting the ground.

"How... Will it?" said the desolate grave's eyes.

The next moment, he suddenly felt the stick piercing into his body, and began to vibrate violently, and quickly became larger, from the original cold, to gradually become hot and scorching.

Rumble!

Chu He held one end of the long stick, and the other end was not only as large as a mountain, but also dotted with a sharp spear head in front.

Facing the desolate grave that turned into a rain of blood and sprinkled on the earth.

Only then did Chu He open his mouth and apologize sincerely: "I'm sorry! I don't have the habit of beeping with my opponent before killing my opponent... And then my stick, in fact, will change. No gun may really stab you to death, but... Who says I don't have a gun?"

If the desolate tomb is still alive, he will definitely scold Chu He's treachery.

After fighting so many times before, Chu He did not once reveal the essence of the Dinghai Divine Needle that could change.

And this hidden point became a killing trick and buried the desolate grave.

After killing the desolate tomb, Chu He's eyes swept and landed not far away, a dragon that had just poked its head out from under the shadow of an ancient tree.

"Haha! I quit... We are all brothers, both sons of our fathers. Which of us won't win?" said the dragon politely.

Chu He smiled and nodded: "Seeing that you are okay, I am relieved." ”

When he heard this, he almost burst into tears... It's really ... Moved or not?

It was only at this time that the three old witches of the Sanmiao tribe turned pale and flew out from elsewhere, facing the imposing Chu River, and when they came to the question on the side of their mouths, they suddenly stiffened again, and subconsciously changed their words.