The rumbling sound shook the heavens and the earth, except for the seven blood-eroded bones and skulls that still persevered behind the Yanglong Sect monks, causing them to be unable to stop the light under their feet, but their eyes were no different from others, staring closely at the brilliant blue fragments scattered in the air.

The only difference was that the Yanglong Sect monk's eyes were full of excitement and expectation, while Liu Qian, Wu Yue and the others were frightened and desperate.

Mo was hit hard, Huang Dalong withdrew from the action, and among the two strong players left, the strong Chen San has become the mainstay of the team without realizing it, and he is the last killer to turn the tide.

If Chen San died, even if the eight powerful blood-eroding bone skulls did not go berserk, they would not be easily manipulated by others, and at that time, under the suppression of the number of monks twice as many as themselves in the Yanglong Sect, the eight people brought by him, except for Huang Dalong, who was not present, the remaining seven people were only afraid that they would be buried here.

The echo gradually faded, the blue light gradually dispersed, and the aura above the sky was disordered, and as soon as everyone looked over, they would immediately be torn apart by the violent aura turbulence.

However, it has little impact on everyone's naked eyes.

There was no influence of the smoke and dust on the ground, only a faint blue light quickly dissipated in the air, and the two figures that were closely snuggled together gradually appeared.

A little red line hung down, and the strong wind swept through the air, still condensed, stubbornly falling on the dry ground full of sand and gravel, splashing a little bit of smoke and dust, condensed into black and red dirt.

On Chen Sanmu's expressionless face, the monstrous killing intent flickered in his star-like eyes, and the cold gaze of the essence shot straight ahead, not far ahead, standing Fang Zhengyuan on a treasure map of calligraphy and painting.

Fang Zhengyuan's expression was gloomy, and he resolutely looked directly at Chen San, adding a few subtle wrinkles on his ruddy face, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Shen Yueren's eyes were dark for a while, Chen San's arrogance was too domineering, and the strong body was resolutely standing tall with two magic weapon attacks, although the attack was in Fang Zhengyuan's hand, and it did not exert the power that the magic weapon should have, but resisting the two magic weapon attacks with incomplete power would be what a monk in the Enlightenment Period could do? There is also Chen San's continuous magic attacks that are completely beyond the realm of cultivation and casting, each of which is equivalent to the power of ordinary spells that the monks in the late stage of foundation building are full strength.

With these two points alone, Chen San has very few opponents to compete with among the monks in the foundation building period.

Moreover, Chen San is only a monk who is still in the realm of enlightenment!

If Chen San's extremely powerful supernatural power was not caused by an adventure or external object, but was cultivated through the cultivation of mystical exercises, then ......

Thinking of this, Shen Yueren only felt a dizziness in Zhihai, a wild jump in his left chest, and the whole person was unable to control himself, and he almost fell down.

What is the secret treasure secret method left by the Tianhuo real person thousands of years ago, it may not even be as good as the secret treasure carried by the young monk in front of him, Shen Yueren couldn't help but have a wry smile on his face.

Suddenly, Shen Yue's figure suddenly moved sideways, avoiding two slender poles, shaped like long arrow-like flower buds, Yurong was slightly angry, and scolded in a coquettish voice: "Slut, dare to sneak attack the palace!"

As Shen Yueren's coquettish drink, the spell exploded, the treasure became more and more empty, and the people who had woken up rediscovered found their opponents and fought fiercely.

The fierce battle beside him did not affect Chen San's mind at all, and after staring at Fang Zhengyuan for a while, the cold ice shattered, and the only remaining left arm crossed the head of the beautiful woman behind him, and gently rested on the waist of Yingying's hand, leaning on his delicate body, and the spirit of the Wenyu sword under his feet was flourishing, holding Liu Wenfeng, who had also lost an arm, turned around and flew towards the Kunmu Lingzhou.

Facing Chen San and the others who turned away, Fang Zhengyuan's eyes froze, then spread out again, and flashed again.

Like Chen San, Liu Wenfeng, whose right arm was broken at the same shoulder, rested lightly on his sweetheart's shoulder, and the bloody fracture of his right arm flickered, still unable to stop the bright red gushing out, and a little blood fell on Chen San's almost bare chest, merging into several dazzling meandering streams.

"Why?" Chen San asked softly.

Liu Wenfeng raised his head lightly and met Chen San's gentle and regretful gaze, his heart warmed, his head lowered again, pressed against Chen San's shoulder, sniffed the man's masculine breath, and replied like a mosquito: "I don't know either." ”

With a light sigh in his heart, Chen San looked up at the figure on the bow of the Ning Likun Mu Spirit Boat.

Mo Chengji had already recovered his body, put on a white robe, his right sleeve was hanging in the air, and only his left arm held the Tianji Banner to hold out a dusky spirit cover, and he took the boat to protect it. Even though his body was stained with bloodstains and his breath was weak, he was still handsome and handsome, and he looked like a handsome son, and he had not been cut off much by his current down-and-out appearance.

"Brother Chen, Mo didn't stop Miss Liu, he really hugged ......," Mo said with a guilty face.

"Brother Mo doesn't need to say much, the reason for this is still clear to Chen, and Brother Mo should not take it to heart. Chen San shook his head slightly, put down the beauty in his arms, and after interrupting his words, he shifted his eyes to Liu Wenfeng and said softly: "Miss Liu, you have to stay on the boat with Brother Mo this time, don't do some stupid things again." ”

Liu Wenfeng's heart trembled.

Miss Liu!?

I've come this far, and he still calls me Miss Liu!?

Looking at Chen San's back as he turned away, Liu Wenfeng's delicate body trembled, tears fell from her eyes, and she cried in a low voice: "Could it be that I, Liu Wenfeng, am I really so unbearable?"

"Miss Liu doesn't have to be presumptuous, Brother Chen may have his own hardships, so he will look like he is rejecting people thousands of miles away. Don't let yourself out and persuade.

Liu Wenfeng suddenly turned around, grabbed Mo Zhiji's right sleeve in the air with his left hand, and asked urgently, "Senior Mo, do you know?"

Mo Zhiji looked at Liu Wenfeng's anxious appearance, shook his head slightly, and said, "I don't know much......

Chen San held Wen Yujian, returned to Fang Zhengyuan and stopped thirty zhang away, and said, "Today's matter, who is right and who is wrong is no longer important. The important thing is that after today's battle between you and me, either you will die or I will live!"

Before the words fell, Chen Sanzhi Zhongyan Star had already been trained into a line, turning into a red and fierce blade out of his hand, and at the same time, the spirit of the Wen Yu Sword under his feet was flourishing, and his body turned into a green mang and rushed out.

Fang Zhengyuan, who had been on guard for a long time, was not afraid, and a beam of cold air the size of an egg erupted from the Xuanbing gourd in his hand for a long time, and after the oncoming Red Melting Blade was slashed by it, only the smoke was left in the air.

As soon as Chen San's figure rushed out, another Red Melting Blade left his hand.

When he rushed into Fang Zhengyuan's body and was ten zhang square, Chen San had already played as many as five spells.

Except for using the Xuanbing Gourd to break a Red Melting Fierce Blade, Fang Zhengyuan, who drove the Cihang Baoshan Diagram under his feet to quickly transfer his body, never made a move again, constantly flying up and down in the air, avoiding left and right, and trying to stay away from Chen San.

It's just that under the bombardment of Chen San's continuous spells, Fang Zhengyuan, who didn't fight back, would only appear to be stumbling left and right, his body was embarrassed, and the remaining four Red Fusion Fierce Blades were still hard to eat.

Seeing this scene, a strange glint flashed in Chen San's eyes, and he no longer approached, so he kept a distance from Fang Zhengyuan, waved his hand again and again, and condensed a powerful spell to blast at the other party.

Fang Zhengyuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid that Chen San would ignore it, so he rushed forward directly to resist his attack, and then used that violent and continuous spell to break through the spiritual shield defense of his Cihang Baoshan Diagram and kill himself with one blow.

If this is the case, although Chen San may still be restrained by his own treasure first, and then give him a fatal blow, but before the last moment, Fang Zhengyuan does not want this scene to happen.

The two seemed to have a tacit understanding with each other, chasing and fleeing, one in his hand kept spelling, the other only cared about dodging defense, and the missing Red Melting Blade bombarded the nearby ground intensively, and the scorched black pits of green smoke continued to form.

The two warring sides, once they found that the two were rushing in their own direction, immediately retreated, avoided the limelight first, and then fought again.

During this period, the black spots in the air continued, appearing and disappearing, I don't know how many, it was all kinds of demon birds attracted by the sound of war.

It's just that once these demon birds flew closer, they could see clearly the two sides on the field, whether it was a lone demon bird or a striker who came to investigate, and they didn't appear again after turning around.

The appearance of these demon birds, of course, the two warring sides also saw it in their eyes, and they were anxious in their hearts, they both knew that these demon birds would not return because they knew that they could not defeat everyone on the field, but what if it was a demon cultivator in the demon pill period?

As time passed, fine sweat gradually appeared on Fang Zhengyuan's forehead, and his calm expression began to loosen a little, making him appear restless.

"Boom"

The flame wave behind him exploded, and the alpine phantom that was no longer condensed before shook violently, Fang Zhengyuan hurriedly pushed out with both palms, stabilized the spirit cover, and at the same time drove the treasure map under his feet to move quickly to the side, avoiding the attack of the next Red Melting Blade.

When his palms were withdrawn from the spirit cover, Fang Zhengyuan suddenly felt a sense of qi deficiency, and after looking inward at the dantian, his face was a little more anxious, and he couldn't help but look back.

Compared with Fang Zhengyuan, Chen San looked even more unbearable.

I saw that Chen San's face was gloomy, and he also looked extremely anxious, although the spells in his hands were constantly released, they were no longer as dense as before, and he looked like he was spending a lot of spiritual power.

Seeing this, Fang Zhengyuancai felt a little relieved in his heart, gritted his teeth and forced the spiritual power of the dantian to inject into the treasure map under his feet, and his speed suddenly accelerated, avoiding a red melting blade.

The spiritual power stored in Chen San's dantian was really beyond Fang Zhengyuan's expectations, according to Fang Zhengyuan's calculations, in the time since the battle, Chen Sanjing had released more than 100 flame blade spells that seemed to consume extremely mana. And this flame blade technique, Fang Zhengyuan thought that he would change it to himself, and two hundred Dao was already the upper limit. With Chen San's realm of Great Perfection in the later stage of enlightenment, after thirty realms, his spiritual power will be exhausted, and then he will be slaughtered by others.

However, Chen San, who had cast more than 100 flame blade spells, was still tightly behind him, and his speed was not reduced at all, and he looked like he still had some strength left.

Thinking of this, Fang Zhengyuan's heart suddenly moved, could it be that he miscalculated?