Tian Yuan

"why?"

Everyone in Xijiang didn't quite understand what Fu Dongliu said, so they asked.

"Observe carefully the moment he shot, he mobilized his dantian spiritual power." Fu Dongliu patiently explained: "Under normal circumstances, when I mobilize my spiritual energy, I only have one round of Zhou Tian. Chen Qingyuan is different. Although he is covering up, But some traces can still be seen, the aura has circulated for two rounds."

"So..." Everyone is not a fool, they have spoken so clearly, and said in surprise: "There are two golden cores in his body as the foundation."

Fu Dongliu didn't answer, it was a tacit consent.

As soon as this speculation came out, the scene was shocked for a while, causing a huge disturbance and noisy discussions.

"Oh!"

While everyone was still discussing fiercely, something happened in the battle above, and a loud noise came, which instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Yang Suirong tried his best, but he couldn't defeat Chen Qingyuan as expected.In desperation, he directly used his life-saving trump card.

A yellowed ancient mirror.

There is an extremely deep crack on the ancient mirror, which was severely damaged a long time ago.

"This kid is serious!"

Others don't know the horror of this ancient mirror, but everyone in Xijiang certainly knows it, and their expressions changed drastically.

It is rumored that the ancient mirror is a top-notch powerful weapon, which was damaged after a great battle.After several twists and turns, it finally fell to the land of Xijiang, which was obtained by Yang Suirong.

However, although Yang Suirong has a relationship with Gu Jing, his own strength is too weak to exert the full power of Gu Jing.In addition, there is a strange law contained in the ancient mirror, which Yang Suirong can't suppress at all.

When he was in Xijiang, Yang Suirong used the ancient mirror to suppress an opponent who was much stronger than himself.

However, after forcing the ancient mirror, Yang Suirong's body suffered a lot of damage. If the elders hadn't appeared in time, his soul would have been almost swallowed by the ancient mirror's law.

"Boss, do you want to stop Lao Yang?"

Someone asked, worried that things would get out of hand.

"Need not."

Fu Dongliu thought for a moment, then pondered.

This is Yang Suirong's own choice. Now that he has made his decision, he has to think about the consequences.

Moreover, Fu Dongliu wanted to see if Chen Qingyuan could hold it.

The battle situation in the sky changed, and the ancient mirror was suspended in front of Yang Suirong, and his right index finger tapped lightly behind the mirror.

A cut was made at the fingertip, blood flowed out and was absorbed by the ancient mirror.

Visible to the naked eye, there is a circle of bright red marks on the surface of the ancient mirror, which adds a bit of weird taste.

"boom!"

A beam of light came out from the mirror, covering where Chen Qingyuan was.

Chen Qingyuan's body was restrained, and he couldn't move for a while.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Suirong tapped his left hand and unleashed a supernatural power that was extremely aggressive.

"Boom..."

The power of Taoism penetrated Chen Qingyuan's body, directly hurting the internal organs.

Chen Qingyuan's facial expression changed suddenly, there was surprise and pain.

If it wasn't for the sword intent all over his body to block some of the power of Taoism, Chen Qingyuan's injuries would be even more serious than now.

The next moment, Chen Qingyuan broke free from the shackles of the law of the power of the ancient mirror, and did not dare to continue entanglement. He threw the Yulan sword in his hand, controlled the sword with his heart, and attacked with all his strength.

Due to the excessive consumption of activating the ancient mirror, Yang Suirong's complexion was pale and his body was slightly stiff.

The Yulan Sword turned into a stream of light, and the sword's power was far stronger than before.

Faced with this sword, Yang Suirong was a little panicked.

According to Yang Suirong's expectation, he could defeat Chen Qingyuan with the power of the ancient mirror, but he never thought that Chen Qingyuan would have the possibility of resisting.

"Soon-"

The sword pierced the sky, and in just a few breaths, it was in front of Yang Suirong.

When Yang Suirong planned to operate the ancient mirror to defend himself, time was running out.

A flash of sword brilliance flashed, and Yang Suirong's right arm broke shoulder-to-shoulder, accompanied by a scream: "Ah!"

Immediately afterwards, the Yulan sword changed its trajectory according to Chen Qingyuan's thoughts, and stabbed Yang Suirong's heart from behind.

The sword is fierce and unstoppable.

Seeing this, a group of guys in Xijiang couldn't hold back anymore and wanted to stop it.

"Amitabha."

Suddenly, Daochen Buddha appeared in front of everyone in Xijiang, clasped his hands together, and looked solemn.

Obviously, Fozi does not allow anyone to interfere with the changes in the battlefield.

All the Tianjiao in Xijiang were very afraid of Daochen Buddha, and hesitated.

It was at this moment of hesitation that the Yulan sword pierced Yang Suirong's heart from back to front.

"boom"

The law fluctuations on Yang Suirong's body collapsed directly, and the ancient mirror suspended in front of him also lost its luster.

His eyes widened, not believing that he would fail.

Looking down at the chest, a sharp sword pierced through the heart, and thick blood dripped from the blade.

That really chilling feeling made him feel terrified and flustered.

The breath of death rushed towards his face, causing his body to tremble, his face was covered with cold sweat, and his eyes were full of fear.

At this time, Chen Qingyuan could take Yang Suirong's life away with a little more force.

Will he do it?

Normally, Chen Qingyuan didn't want to cause trouble, but just wanted to make money quietly.

However, if Chen Qingyuan hadn't kept a good hole card just now, he would have died in Yang Suirong's hands.

At that moment, with the help of the power of the ancient mirror, Yang Suirong used all his magical powers, without any taste of mercy, very ruthless.

Chen Qingyuan came to Yang Suirong with an indifferent expression on his face.

Chen Qingyuan, who is in a fighting state, is never afraid to provoke the enemy.

Even if killing Yang Suirong would offend many arrogances in Xijiang, so what.

"Leave him alive!"

Fu Dongliu, the boss of Xijiang, glanced at Daochen Buddha standing in front of him, and knew that he could not make a move at this time, so he could only shout upwards.

"Do you think that's possible?"

Chen Qingyuan stopped temporarily, and looked down at Fu Dongliu with indifferent eyes.

"I'll pay for his life, this is the head office!"

Fu Dongliu raised his voice.

"How much is the life of a proud man in Xijiang worth?"

When it comes to money, Chen Qingyuan can think about it.

"You make an offer."

Fu Dongliu was dressed in black, with an indifferent expression on his face, he didn't look nervous at all, as if Yang Suirong's life was not important to him.

Fu Dongliu wouldn't want to do this if it wasn't for maintaining the internal stability of Xijiang.

"It depends on your sincerity."

Chen Qingyuan likes to take the initiative in his own hands and throws the problem back.

"Fifty thousand top-grade spirit stones."

Fu Dongliu pondered for a moment, then said.

"Not enough." Chen Qingyuan shook his head.

A top-grade spiritual vein can quickly mine [-] spiritual stones. In other words, Fu Dongliu's price is half of a top-quality spiritual vein.

It's too cheap to buy the life of an evildoer in Xijiang with this little money.

"One hundred thousand."

Fu Dongliu said again.

Chen Qingyuan still shook his head.

"One price, 20." Fu Dongliu slowly clenched his fists, his eyes changed slightly, and his originally flat tone became a little chillier: "If it doesn't work, then you kill him!"