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It was a roar between spells.

Even if neither of them came from the sect, the techniques they squandered were not useless, and even to a certain extent, Wu Chang felt that even if the existence of the same realm came out of the sect, it might not be as terrifying as them.

Brilliant spells, shining throughout the psychedelic forest.

Towering trees fell, earth and gravel shot out, and under the roar, with a terrifying killing power, the surrounding warriors all withdrew from the battle circle between the two at that moment.

The aftermath is terrible.

It's not something that a human warrior can resist at all.

Even a monk like Wu Chang was shocked out of that circle by the fierce battle between the two, and the Emperor of Wu at this moment completely turned into a mad demon, and between the hair and hair, the fist that was swung out was surrounded by a shocking black mist.

Ku Lingzi is also extremely extraordinary, between resistance, there is a ghost roaring behind him, obviously he got the ghost vein in his early years, but the exercise is not perfect, prompting the roaring ghost, Wu Chang can clearly feel its dementia under the touch.

After all, if the ghost vein technique is perfect, then the ghost appearance of the dry spirit child trend will not have any dementia, but the clever one seems to be the doppelganger of the spellcaster, and the fierceness displayed will completely surpass the spellcaster, forming a shocking killing power.

Bang!

Shocking collision.

Swept in all directions.

In an instant, dozens of towering trees were cut down.

Countless flowers and plants were trampled by the two who fell, and in the traces that were drawn, a little bit of blood fell on their feet, prompting the withered Lingzi and Wu Changsheng, who had stabilized their posture, to look a little embarrassed at this moment.

"I haven't seen you for many years, I can't imagine that you, this little guy, would become so terrifying!"

After practicing for thousands of years, if it weren't for the many treasures that extended his life, it would be impossible to live with the current realm of Ku Lingzi, and even if Wu Chang hadn't found Gou Lingcao from there, then Ku Lingzi would not have appeared here to fight Wu Changsheng in his prime.

However, fortunately, there was that drop of dragon turtle blood, although it did not allow him to completely break through the current realm, but it made his withered qi and blood completely recover, so that he could compete with Wu Changsheng in the same realm like he is now.

But he was also surprised.

You must know that Wu Changsheng's cultivation time is not more than a hundred years, but he has the strength that is not weaker than him, even if this kind of talent is placed in the sect, it is enough to shock the high-level, not to mention this human world with insufficient spiritual energy...... That's even more rare.

"I didn't expect that my predecessors would still be so energetic at such an age!"

The methods of the withered spirit son, as well as the combat power that erupted, did make Wu Changsheng a little surprised, but when he thought of the introduction of this by the ancestors, he was able to accept it, but such an old character of Long Zhong still had such a spirit, which made him a little surprised.

The lifespan of monks is definitely beyond the expectations of mortals, otherwise they would not have become immortals in the mouth of mortals.

But those who have really stepped into the cultivation world will thoroughly understand that as long as they do not reach a certain realm, then their longevity will not be able to increase.

They will still be like mortals, birth, old age, sickness and death, unable to stop the long knives of those years, and the cultivation world is even more cruel, the weak eat the strong, when it comes to it, their fate is sometimes inferior to that of mortals.

For example, in the realm of foundation building, the top existence only has a lifespan of five hundred years, and now the withered spirit son is still alive, which is indeed a miracle.

Now he can come out to fight, even if Wu Changsheng doesn't know his exact age, but from the mouth of his ancestors, he also understands that this person has exceeded the limit of building a foundation, so between his mouths, his eyes are also full of caution.

If you don't die for a hundred years, you will be a thief, and if you don't die if you don't die, you will be a demon, this proverb has been passed down in the world, and it is impossible for Wu Changsheng not to care.

What's more, his spells can pose a fatal threat to himself, but at this moment, the two did not stop attacking, and between the collisions, they exuded great ferocity.

And at the height of the fight, the two of them even took out the magic weapon they relied on.

There was an extra disc in the hand of the dry spirit son, which was inlaid with seven gems of different colors, and the moment they were revealed, the seven gems were all glowing, and in an instant, seven extremely powerful spells burst out from there.

Wu Changsheng was holding a long sword, it looked very ordinary, as if it was something he had refined at will, but at the moment when it collided with the seven spells, a terrifying sword aura that was enough to sweep across the four directions of the sword was shot out.

"This kind of fighting, even the sect rarely sees it!"

Wu Chang sighed, he naturally would not stand stupidly in place, at this moment the battle between the two peak monks of the foundation building, without that strength, whoever goes in is doomed.

You must know that the two of them who have fought to this level now will not have the slightest compassion in their hearts, and their eyes are full of infinite killing intent, wanting to leave their opponents in this land completely.

In such a situation, how can anyone here dare to participate in it, even a martial artist like Lan Cheng, when he feels the rage that erupts when the two are fighting, he is also a retreat and retreat, after all, he is not a fool, and he values his life very much.

"The old guy's physical strength should be running out, as long as I work harder, then it shouldn't be difficult to completely take him down!"

The long sword was in the air, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and there was a terrifying power of extinction under the roar, but the seven magic spells were also very terrifying, as if they were combining all the forces between heaven and earth, but under that collision, although both of them were retreating, Wu Changsheng was standing firm at the moment, and he could smell the difference from it.

"It's such a terrible sword qi, if I continue to fight, although my body is assisted by that drop of blood, but I can't keep it for too long, and I will eventually get old!"

After standing firmly, Ku Lingzi became out of breath, and his whole body was occupied by exhaustion, but Wu Changsheng obviously would not give him a chance to rest, and in an instant, the sword qi was attacked, prompting Ku Lingzi to have to face it, and at the same time, he couldn't help but feel emotion in his heart.

Wu Changsheng at that moment.

It is strong in the eyes of everyone.

The Seven Paths of the Dry Spirit Son's Technique was originally a terrifying technique to attack the Peerless, but now under that sharp sword aura, it could only be forced to withdraw, thus forming a defense around it.

But in the end, at the moment when the sword was slashed, the seven-colored light shield shattered, and at the moment of shattering, the sword qi shot out and pierced through the chest of the withered spirit son, directly causing him to spurt blood and fly out.