Li Peicheng knew that it would be difficult to escape, so he turned around suddenly, holding the fire cloud gun and pointing at the purple-clothed messenger. 【】

At this time, he saw that the purple-clothed messenger was handsome and almost demonic, and there was a lotus flower embroidered on the left sleeve of the purple clothes, but the lotus flower did not look pure at all, but gave people a strange and bewitching feeling.

The purple-clothed envoy seemed to be slow from a distance, but it was actually extremely fast and rushed towards Li Peicheng, and he didn't see any movement, but a sinister and fierce energy had already surged over, completely covering Li Peicheng.

While Li Peicheng resisted, he advanced his mind into the realm of stopping water and not waves, and his strong fighting spirit and keen sense climbed to the peak in an instant.

The purple-clothed envoy stood dozens of meters away from Li Peicheng, his eyes flashed with surprise, and said: "Tsk, tsk, with the realm of distraction, you can actually face the deity without changing your face, yes, very good! No wonder the black wolf will suffer and lose his surname, Li Xuanting will choose you!"

Li Peicheng firmly held the Huoyun Spear in his hand and was silent, but his eyes were staring at the most terrifying and disparity in strength in his life, who should have cultivated during the Tribulation Period.

The purple-clothed envoy's eyes were even more surprised, and there was even a hint of appreciation in his gaze.

"But if you want to escape under the hands of the deity with such a little skill, it is wishful thinking!" the purple-clothed messenger sneered, and then suddenly took a step.

With the purple-clothed messenger's crossing, Li Peicheng immediately felt the pressure double, and the cold energy seemed to be pervasive and completely covered him, making him uncomfortable to death.

Li Peicheng knew that this was a master who was extremely powerful, and when he could defeat his fighting spirit with his momentum, he would not dare to fight against it anymore, he roared angrily, his long hair flew, and the fire cloud spear stabbed towards the purple-clothed messenger like electricity.

The corners of the purple-clothed messenger's mouth were slightly outlined upward, a trace of mockery and contempt flew out of his lips, and with a wave of his hand, a golden light shot out from his hand, and the golden light flickered in the air, and immediately turned into a dragon covered in golden scales.

The golden dragon opened its teeth and danced its claws, and bursts of powerful mana burst out from its body to shock the heavens and the earth, and as it slaughtered, the powerful mana pressed towards Li Peicheng like a landslide and tsunami.

Although Li Peicheng's skills have increased greatly, in the face of such a powerful magic weapon, he suddenly feels that his whole person is oppressed by powerful forces from all directions, and it is difficult to use his strength.

At this time, he knew that the gap between himself and the purple-clothed messenger had reached an insurmountable level, but the ** of survival still made Li Peicheng angry, and the fire cloud spear slashed a perfect arc in the air and stabbed towards the dragon's eye.

The purple-clothed envoy snorted coldly, and with a squeeze of the magic trick in his hand, the golden dragon flickered, and turned into a golden rope, and the rope was like a snake and wrapped around the fire cloud spear.

Li Peicheng was caught off guard and wanted to draw his gun and go back, but he was a master of the Tribulation Period, and even if he was converted into a strong body, at best, he was only equivalent to a monk in the early stage of the semi-merge, and the gap between him and the purple-clothed envoy was not ordinarily large. With the purple-clothed messenger's change of move, the fire cloud spear still couldn't dodge the golden rope after all.

As soon as the golden rope was wrapped around the Fire Cloud Spear, Li Peicheng suddenly felt a domineering and fierce restraint force invade his body along the Fire Cloud Spear, instantly blocking his Qi Jing Eight Veins and Purple Mansion.

Li Peicheng was not surprised, but his eyes showed a look of horror and despair.

Seeing this, the purple-clothed messenger showed a smug smile and flew towards the frightened Li Peicheng, who was no different from a dead man in his eyes at this time.

The purple-clothed envoy's handsome and almost bewitching face was getting closer and closer, and his white and slender arms slowly stretched towards Li Peicheng's neck, with a demonic and cold smile on his face.

Suddenly, Li Peicheng, who was terrified, burst into bright eyes, and his body, which seemed to be powerless to resist, rose nearly a foot out of thin air, his muscles were knotted, and he rushed towards the arm holding the gun like a raging wave.

Li Peicheng used the burst of muscle contraction to give the Fire Cloud Gun an almost impossible speed and power in a short distance, and the Fire Cloud Gun roared through the air, straight to the purple-clothed messenger's heart.

The purple-clothed envoy's face changed drastically, and his eyes were full of horror. His golden dragon rope is a magic weapon close to the immortal level, even if a master of the Mahayana period accidentally touches the Tao, it will be difficult to escape, let alone a monk in the distraction period. Therefore, he couldn't imagine that a monk in the distraction period could burst out with such a powerful power under the restraint of his golden dragon rope.

The purple-clothed envoy who was close at hand, unsuspecting, even if his cultivation was several levels higher than Li Peicheng's, he could only admit it this time.

With a snort, the Fire Cloud Spear pierced through the purple-clothed emissary's heart fiercely, instantly destroying his heart.

"Whew!" the purple-clothed envoy roared in pain, and struck Li Peicheng in the chest with an iron fist in his hand.

Fortunately, the purple-clothed messenger was in a hurry at this time, and Li Peicheng's physical strength was extremely strong, otherwise this punch would have hit Li Peicheng to the point of flesh and blood, and he would have been killed on the spot. Despite this, the fist fell on his chest, Li Peicheng was suddenly shocked, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the whole person retreated sharply like a kite with a broken string. In the process of flying back, Li Peicheng waved his hand, and he didn't forget to put the golden dragon rope that had temporarily lost the control of the purple-clothed messenger into the storage ring, lest the other party come back to his senses and use this perverted magic weapon again, and then even a little hope of escape would be gone.

The heart has been destroyed, even the immortals can no longer save the body of the purple-clothed messenger, the punch of the purple-clothed messenger just now is nothing more than a counterattack before the body is dying, after that punch is struck, the handsome face of the purple-clothed messenger instantly becomes old, and the whole body immediately shrinks.

"Ahh

The purple-clothed messenger's eyes were fierce, and his originally handsome face became extremely hideous because of the bitter hatred.

"Boy, I want you to survive but not to die!" said the purple-clothed messenger, and the whole person turned into a ray of light and quickly chased in the direction where Li Peicheng disappeared.

Although the purple-clothed envoy has lost his physical body, his primordial spirit is extremely powerful, at least comparable to the late stage of the merger, although Li Peicheng is powerful, he is not his opponent.

Li Peicheng felt a cold murderous aura coming from behind him, and secretly regretted in his heart, if it weren't for the opponent's strength being too strong, plus some of his true yuan being sealed, the blow that was close at hand just now would not only be as simple as destroying the opponent's body. Now that he is seriously injured, if he wants to escape from the pursuit, the chance is slim, not to mention that there is another person on the other side who has fallen far behind.

This way to catch up, but after a short journey, although Li Peicheng is strong, but he was seriously injured, and gradually became a little overwhelmed, seeing that he was about to be chased by the purple-clothed messenger, a strange landscape suddenly appeared in front of him. It was a blinding white light, and the white light stretched across space, stretching for thousands of miles.

If you look closely, the white light is composed of one vortex after another, and countless vortices are connected together to form a wave after wave, surging forward from back to front. As the waves poured in, the space was turbulent and distorted, as if lightning flickered.

Li Peicheng was taken aback, and wanted to avoid this strange natural phenomenon immediately, but his intuition told him that this was his only hope of escape.

Finally, Li Peicheng turned around again and held the gun and pointed at the purple-clothed messenger who was chasing and killed, allowing the surging white light behind him to approach.

When the purple-clothed envoy saw the surging white light behind Li Peicheng, his face changed greatly, and he secretly cursed in his heart that he should die, and he couldn't care about the revenge of destroying his body, and shouted in his mouth: "Boy, that's a space storm, once you enter it, even if you are a master of the Mahayana period, you will not escape death." Get out of there quickly, as long as you hand over the colorful cloud to me, I promise to let you live. ”

Li Peicheng was not surprised when he heard this, and said: "You are deceiving the three-year-old child to go! You leave quickly, otherwise I will plunge into the space storm, and you will never expect to get the colorful clouds." ”

The purple-clothed envoy was almost so angry when he heard this, but he didn't dare to act rashly, for fear that Li Peicheng would really jump into the space storm in a desperate situation. But if he wants to let Li Peicheng go like this, where is he willing.

Seeing that the space storm was approaching, even Li Peicheng had already felt the power of the space tear, and he was really sweating in his heart. If the purple-clothed envoy does not compromise, what should he do, whether to fight him, or turn around and plunge into the space storm.

In a battle with the purple-clothed messenger, even if he is not seriously injured, the chances of winning are extremely slim, and now it can be said that it is close to zero. Throwing himself into the space storm, according to the purple-clothed messenger, the master of the Mahayana period could not escape death, which shows that except for the immortals, the hope of other people in life is also close to zero.

Comparing the two, but it is also inevitable to die, Li Pei was sincere, took out the colorful cloud pa, grabbed it in his hand and raised it in the air, and said coldly: "If you don't make a decision, I will immediately throw the colorful cloud pa into the space storm." ”

"Don't, don't, there's something to discuss, it's good to discuss!" The purple-clothed envoy waved his hand again and again, but his eyes were greedily staring at the colorful cloud pal in Li Peicheng's hand, and his steps did not move.

"There's no need to discuss, you leave quickly!" Li Peicheng said coldly.

The purple-clothed envoy is not a simple character, how can Li Peicheng say that he will leave, not to mention that he has lost his body for this, if he can't get back the colorful cloud pa, his status in the sect will plummet, and he may be swallowed alive by the enemy one day. Colorful Yunpa, he is bound to win!

The purple-clothed envoy took his eyes away from the colorful cloud pal, stared at Li Peicheng tightly, and said: "Give me the colorful cloud pa, you leave, I swear to the gods and Buddhas that I will never chase you! ”

Li Peicheng couldn't help but ooze a little cold sweat on his forehead, he knew that the purple-clothed envoy and himself were gambling. Li Peicheng is betting that the purple-clothed messenger is willing to let himself go for the sake of the colorful Yunpa, and the purple-clothed messenger is betting that Li Peicheng will not accompany his surname for the sake of the colorful Yunpa.

(To be continued)