Tian Yuan

Under the attack of countless sword lights, Chen Qingyuan's fierce eyes stared at Fu Dongliu, who was casting a spell in the distance, brandishing a silver spear, overturning the incoming sword lights, and quickened his pace.

"Chong-"

Fu Dongliu sensed that the crisis was coming, and with a wave of his right hand, a black Mo Dao appeared, about ten feet long, with two blades, and the cold light was cold and cold.

"The Boss's Long Sparrow Knife."

Everyone in Xijiang recognized the Mo knife, their eyes were focused on one point, and their expressions changed drastically.

"A hundred years ago, the ancestors of the main line worked together to create a sacred sword specially made for the old man."

Only Fu Dongliu can enjoy this kind of treatment among the eighteen veins in Western Xinjiang.

"Chen Qingyuan can force the boss to go all out, so it's no shame to lose!"

The rest of the Tianjiao knew about this, and they were only envious, but they didn't dare to feel jealous, because they knew that Fu Dongliu had the qualifications, and they were convinced.

In the starry sky, Chen Qingyuan swung a blow with all his strength, shattering all the hundreds of sword lights blocking the way in front of him.

Then, Chen Qingyuan rushed towards Fu Dongliu at high speed. The silver spear in his hand picked out several splinters, which shattered the void in front of him, forming round after round of storms, sealing off a huge area.

The space around Fu Dongliu's body became distorted, with a serious expression, he drew his sword and screamed, "Drink!"

"Boom"

The silver gun collided with the Mo knife, and the coercion that erupted was like a huge stone falling into the water, and the water splashed in all directions, with great momentum.

The turmoil spread to a very far place, every corner of the ancient star of Yanchang set off a strong wind, the sound of howling resounded through the sky, many people's clothes were blown "chi" sound, and their hair was messy.

"Zheng-"

The two sides confronted each other for a while, and each retreated a certain distance.

Although Chen Qingyuan is only at the late stage of Yuanying, his body contains a huge amount of spiritual power, which is far beyond the scope of his own realm.

Because of this, Chen Qingyuan was able to compete head-on with Fu Dongliu, who was in the late stage of Transformation God, without losing the wind.

"You gave me too many surprises."

Fu Dongliu's formation of ten thousand swords was broken, and he had to take out the natal holy weapon.Among his peers, Chen Qingyuan was the first one who forced him to use all his strength, both shocked and excited.

The two attacked at the same time, swords and guns collided, and laws clashed.

Fortunately, the battlefield was in the starry sky, otherwise the storm would definitely have a huge impact on the onlookers.

"嘭, 嘭,. ..."

After hundreds of rounds, Fu Dongliu attacked Chen Qingyuan's left leg injury, causing blood to flow out again, a part of the bone was broken, and the clothes on the lower body were soaked in blood.

Fu Dongliu also suffered a loss. There was a deep wound on his left cheek, which spread from his chin to the corner of his eyes, which was shocking.

If Fu Dongliu hadn't defended in time, Chen Qingyuan might have cut off half of his face with a silver spear.

The battle intensified, and the sound of roaring and clanging broke the boundary of the void, spread to the ancient star of Yanchang, and fell into the ears of everyone.

"See how far you can last."

Fu Dongliu reached out and touched the wound on his cheek, his expression was slightly ferocious, his eyes became sharper, and he whispered softly.

For many years, this is the first time that Fu Dongliu has been hurt by his peers. He has mixed emotions, including anger, excitement, joy, anticipation, melancholy of losing face, etc.

Mixed flavors, hard to describe.

The only thing that is certain is that Fu Dongliu changed his original mind and regarded Chen Qingyuan as the strongest opponent among his peers, bar none.

There is a big gap between the two, and Chen Qingyuan can still fight back and forth with Fu Dongliu.Based on this alone, there is no second person of the same age in the whole world.

"Chen Qingyuan, do you dare to fight again?"

Fu Dongliu looked at the broken void in front of him, and could vaguely see Chen Qingyuan's figure, using the power of law, he shouted loudly.

At the same time, a huge tree seemed to grow out of the endless abyss behind it, containing extremely terrifying power.

Visible to the naked eye, above the mouth of the abyss, giant trees are blooming, with dense branches and leaves.

Such visions symbolize Fu Dongliu's supreme foundation, which is as unexplorable as the abyss, and also like a towering giant tree with unimaginable vitality.

A series of ancient avenues emerged from the bottom of the abyss, and then flowed around Fu Dongliu.

Although the law of the river has some flaws and is not so real, it is something that Fu Dongliu has comprehended with his own strength.

Thousands of streams of light gushed out from the long river, setting off his stalwart figure, as if he was a king in the world, laying down millions of corpses in a rage and bleeding for thousands of miles.

"What kind of magic is this?"

The evildoers from all walks of life below looked dumbfounded, their hearts were wrapped in fear, as if something was stuck in their throats, and it was difficult to breathe.

"Never seen."

The people from the Eighteen Veins of Xijiang were also stunned, they had never seen Fu Dongliu displaying it before.Because in their impression, none of their peers could force Fu Dongliu to use his full strength.

"What a terrifying vision, a giant tree grows at the mouth of the abyss, and the law flows for thirty thousand miles."

This battle has just begun, and there are more than a hundred moves, never thought that it would evolve to this stage, which shocked everyone present.

Fu Dongliu intends to devote all he has learned in his life and spare no effort.

Once he made a move, Fu Dongliu couldn't stop at the critical moment.

"Why don't you dare?"

Chen Qingyuan walked out slowly from the broken space, holding a silver gun slantedly in his right hand, dressed in white clothes stained with blood, his voice was not loud, but it hit the soul directly.

Hearing this, Fu Dongliu smiled.

This is my opponent, not afraid of death, fight hard.

No matter what the future holds, you, Chen Qingyuan, are the strongest opponent in my life.

In order to show respect for Chen Qingyuan, Fu Dongliu will not hold back anything, and must use all his strength to defeat him.

"If you die in this battle, you will be sacrificed in another year."

Fu Dongliu summoned the law streamer with a wave of his hand, as if bathed in it, with an unparalleled look.

"Don't be too confident in yourself." Chen Qingyuan walked tens of miles, with a ghostly figure, and his voice was deafening: "My strength, have you really seen through it?"

As soon as the words fell, the silver gun in Chen Qingyuan's hand trembled slightly, and infinite power spewed out, like a volcanic eruption, flooding the area in an instant.

From the beginning of the war to the present, Chen Qingyuan has never used the real power of the silver spear, but only regarded the silver spear as an indestructible thing, thus displaying his own ability of long spear.

The intelligence of the silver gun has been in a state of deep sleep.

At this moment, since Fu Dongliu had tried his best, Chen Qingyuan certainly couldn't hide it.

The foundation of the Sandan holy product should not be exposed unless it is absolutely necessary.

As for the other hole cards, if you can't hide them, you don't have to hide them.

"Ugh-"

The ancient silver gun began to wake up.

Even if there is only a fragment of wisdom left, and it can only show one ten-thousandth of the power of the treasure gun in its heyday, it is not comparable to ordinary soldiers.