The giggles stopped abruptly, and the beautiful woman's eyes widened and she stared at the man in front of her in disbelief. [Full text reading]

The handsome man's face suddenly changed.

Tsing Yi hunted, his long black hair flew wildly, and he held a fiery red spear in his hand, pointing ahead.

The murderous aura swept the entire heaven and earth in only an instant, and the endless cold air spread, freezing the sea water and rattling, and the monstrous waves were immediately like blue peaks erected above the sea because of solidification.

A chill rushed up from the backs of the man and woman who were asking for directions, and they now knew that the man in front of them was not joking, because they already knew who this person was.

Kill the god cloud lake!

Shrill cries tore through the space and echoed over Zhenling Island, warning the people of the island of a strong enemy.

When they met the True Palace, Kun Li and Shangxi Zhenren suddenly changed color.

Shangxi Zhenren rushed out of Yuzhen Palace like an arrow, leaving only one sentence: "Gather your people!"

Above the sea, Li Peicheng's eyes were as cold as a sword, staring coldly at Kuang Kong and Zi Chen, who had already sacrificed the magic weapon of the flying sword.

Kuang Kong Li Peicheng didn't know him, but Zi Chen he knew, that was one of the masters who ambushed him two years ago.

Kuang Kong and Zi Chen also stared at the legendary Killing God Cloud Lake.

They knew that if they held on to Yunhu for a few seconds, he would never have a chance to escape from the sea.

"Kill!" Li Peicheng let out a low roar like a beast in his throat, but the limbs of the two people behind him were cold.

Li Peicheng took the fire cloud spear and swept out like a ghost, and the fire cloud gun in his hand turned into a red mang, smashing Zi Chen's chest.

The firecloud spear slashed through the air with a piercing sound of tearing through the air.

Only in an instant, the terrifying coercion and murderous aura pressed towards Zi Chen like a mountain and a sea, Zi Chen's face changed suddenly, and his eyes revealed deep fear, incredulity, and deep regret, just like the original Miaoyin Fairy.

He shouldn't think that he has the ability to drag Yunhu down, he shouldn't think that he has the ability to block Yunhu's blow. In the face of the Killing God Cloud Lake, everyone should prepare for the worst!

But now it was too late, because the fire cloud spear that had once been stained with the heroes was like lightning with a terrifying coldness, and the blinding blood red stabbed him in the chest, and it was there in the blink of an eye.

Everything can only depend on whether the Ziyan Sword, which intersects with his surname, can withstand such a fierce blow, everything can only depend on the will of God, Zi Chen gritted his teeth violently.

With a loud bang, the Ziyan Sword burst into a brilliant purple light against the Fire Cloud Spear, and the sword chips shot towards Li Peicheng like arrows.

The two had not yet officially clashed, and only halfway through, Daoist Zichen decisively blew up the Ziyan Sword that was connected to his heart, trying to block Li Peicheng's momentum like a rainbow and an unstoppable shot.

A stream of bright red blood flowed out from the corner of Zi Chen's mouth, and the self-detonation of the Ziyan Sword caused him to suffer a great loss in only a moment, and he was injured.

The two men and women watching the battle in the distance could barely hold back their exclamations of surprise almost at the same time, and their eyes were full of horror.

They had never seen and could not imagine a master duel, and they had not yet detonated the magic weapon in front of them, and the person who blew up the magic weapon was still a powerful Yuan Infant Stage cultivator.

The battle was already raging at the beginning!

Cold sweat poured down on the backs of the two, thinking that if they encountered such a fierce and decisive opponent, they would be seriously injured by this arrow.

They didn't face Li Peicheng's Fire Cloud Spear, they didn't know that the power of that shot was terrifying to the extreme, it was not that Zi Chen was fierce and decisive, but if he didn't do it, I was afraid that the Fire Cloud Gun would have penetrated his chest at this moment.

There was a cold snort in the air, and the fire cloud spear suddenly danced in the air like a giant dragon, bringing up a violent tornado, and the tornado whirred up in the air, like a bottomless whirlpool sweeping away the dense sword chips like arrows.

There was another loud bang, and the purple arrows in the sky rained down and returned the way they came.

The arrows made a sound of breaking through the air with a roaring sound, and the entire space seemed to be smashed.

Zi Chen didn't have time to shock at this time, and his feat of self-detonation magic weapon couldn't stop Li Peicheng in the slightest. I saw him roar angrily, his bones were like fried soybeans, his muscles swelled, but in an instant, he seemed to be half a head taller, and the purple wide robe was propped up to the full, shining in the sun, which was obviously a good magic weapon.

Kuang Kong Zhenren had already lost the excitement just now at this time, and sacrificed his sword to turn into a rain of swords, protecting his body tightly, for fear that the flying sword chips would hurt him.

The rain of arrows turned into dense sword shavings pierced the swollen purple Dao robe like sharp needles, and the purple Dao robe suddenly deflated like a deflated balloon, and Zi Chendao's tall body instantly shrank back to its original size, and countless strands of thin blood rushed out of the needle-like holes in the purple Dao robe, as if Zichen Dao had grown into a water tank with blood everywhere.

The arrows transformed by the sword chips in the sky struck like a storm on the sword rain conjured up by Kuang Kong's real people, making a piercing sound of gold and iron.

The sword shavings in the sky seemed to be like rain hitting the sword rain, but in fact, they were like dense and dense, hitting Kuang Kong's body continuously.

Kuang Kong was in severe pain, his spirit was shaken, and he was miserable, and finally he was unable to control the flying sword, and with a bang, the flying sword was finally knocked away.

Kuang Kong was shocked, only then did he know that the name of the Killing God Cloud Lake was worthy of its reputation, and it was extremely powerful.

After the sword shavings in the sky, a red light with a little cold glow suddenly revealed its hideous teeth from the darkness like a poisonous snake, spit out a deadly letter, and shot towards Zi Chen, whose face was pale and his pupils were constantly dilating.

The fire cloud spear pierced through Zi Chen's chest like a bamboo, and then Zi Chen saw that familiar face.

His eyes looked at him calmly, without a trace of emotion, as if he was originally a dead thing.

The influx of True Yuan, who was once in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty, would be as turbulent as a mountain torrent in the blink of an eye, but now it had become like a trickling stream flowing into Li Peicheng's body along the Fire Cloud Spear, moistening his whole body and making him feel indescribably comfortable.

The Fire Cloud Gun goes fast and closes faster.

When the Fire Cloud Spear was withdrawn like lightning, Zi Chen had also turned to ashes, and there was no trace of him again.

The gun turned at will, and in the blink of an eye, it pointed at Kuang Kong, who was far back and looked frightened.

One face, just one face, without any suspense, without any fancy, a monk in the middle of the Yuan Infant completely disappeared in this heaven and earth!

The two people watching the battle in the distance were covered in cold sweat at this time.

Now they understand why Zi Chen is so fierce and decisive, why the legend says that the killing of Yunhu Nanhai is invincible, and in the end, even if Shangfeng and Kuang Xuan arrived together, he still walked away.

Li Peicheng's gaze looked at Kuang Kong indifferently, and a contemptuous sneer floated from the corner of his lips.

Kuang Kong's eyes trembled at the tip of the spear that shone in the sun, and there were still a few drops of dazzling blood hanging on the tip of the spear, which was the blood on the body of Daoist Zichen who was still laughing with him just now.

Cold sweat rolled down Kuang Kong's forehead uncontrollably, and he found that even the courage to turn around and run away seemed to be gone.

This is a real demon who kills people without blinking!

Kuang Kong really wanted to scream hysterically and release all the fear in his heart.

"Are you from the Laoshan faction?" asked Li Peicheng coldly.

Kuang Kong nodded unconsciously, Li Peicheng let out a sneer, his eyes suddenly shot out two cold lights, and with a wave of the fire cloud gun in his hand, he killed Kuang Kong without any doubt.

Kuang Kong was shocked, and finally came back to his senses, opening his mouth and spewing out a black light, which was a magic weapon like a three-inch iron nail, and the magic weapon was cold and fishy, and it was obviously a poisonous magic weapon.

As soon as the three-inch iron nail erupted, Kuang Kong's figure flew back like a ghost, and he didn't even look at his magic weapon, as if he already knew that such an attack would inevitably be in vain.

Sure enough, Li Peicheng's fire cloud gun was still castrated, and he didn't change his tricks at all because of the magic weapon issued by Kuang Kong.

Mars are shining. The three-inch iron nail was in front of the fire cloud gun, like a mantis arm as a car, and it was shot away from a distance at the first touch, but the momentum of the fire cloud gun did not seem to have weakened at all, and it still stabbed at Kuang Kongdang's chest at a gallop.

Poof! The magic weapon was connected to the master's heart, and Kuang Kong, who was retreating sharply, suddenly felt that he had been stabbed in the chest, and the original spirit was immediately greatly damaged, and a mouthful of blood could not bear it and spouted out.

The blood turned into a rain of blood and sprinkled into the air, but a little cold light revealed the sharp tip of the spear, through the blood rain, unrelenting, and stabbed straight forward like a shadow.

"The thief is coming!" the rolling sound came like thunder from far and near.

A blinding cold light illuminated the entire Zhenling Island.

The cold light came straight towards Li Peicheng, and in a blink of an eye, it was a black iron ruler. That ruler was somewhat similar to the magic weapon used by Fan Yi, the owner of Qingkui Island, who died at the hands of Li Peicheng, and it was actually refined by dark cloud gold. However, compared to Fan Yi's dark cloud ruler, this ruler is obviously a lot more powerful, both in terms of texture and refining techniques.

(To be continued)