Tian Yuan

Facing the attack of the young man in purple, Chen Qingyuan concentrated on coping with it.

The punch was swift, accompanied by the sound of thunder.

The fist has no shadow, and the naked eye cannot catch it.

The offensive is fierce, and every punch contains the ability to split the ground and mountains.If you don't use Taoism to resist, you will probably suffer a big loss if your body takes a hard blow.

The battle became more and more fierce, and the power of the purple-clothed youth's punches became stronger.

Chen Qingyuan's condensed body protection technique was still broken after all, and there was no time to reshape it.

"boom!"

The punch was extremely fast, and it landed on Chen Qingyuan's chest, knocking him back a hundred steps, and his chest collapsed slightly.

Chen Qingyuan snorted, his face changed slightly.

Not only did he have to catch the fist of the purple-clothed youth, but he also had to block the attack of the full moon scimitar.A little distraction gave the young man in purple an opportunity to take advantage of, and he was slightly at a disadvantage.

However, this is not Chen Qingyuan's full strength.

This battle has just begun, and both sides are still showing their true skills.

"clang!"

The round moon scimitar attacked from the left, but Chen Qingyuan pushed it away with a sword.

At the same moment, the young man in purple came from the right side, and the wind of his fists was like the sound of thunder, tearing apart the battlefield space, and the powerful force caused the ground under his feet to shatter, densely packed like spider webs.

The laws of the Tianshu Tower are very strange, and the broken corners are quickly repaired as if nothing happened.

"Boom!"

When the punch arrived, the purple-clothed youth didn't hit Chen Qingyuan's body, but a three-foot green spear.

"Zheng-"

The Yulan sword came out from the Sumeru ring, controlled by Chen Qingyuan's mind, blocking the power of the fist.

Then, Chen Qingyuan controlled two swords, the Yulan sword and the full moon scimitar, and he held the Baijue sword tightly, and started a fight with the purple-clothed youth.

"Wow—"

After dozens of moves, Chen Qingyuan found an opportunity, and the sword light flashed, leaving a long sword mark on the body of the purple-clothed youth, which tore his clothes and made him look a bit embarrassed.

Slowly, Chen Qingyuan gained the upper hand and forced the young man in purple to retreat continuously.

A monk with supreme foundation and combat power far surpassing the same realm.

It's just that Chen Qingyuan has never reached the limit of the transformation stage, so he still can't break through that barrier.

Stepping into the Tianshu Tower this time, you can't leave until you reach the top and break through.

"Buzz!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the young man in purple put his right hand towards the round moon scimitar, letting the scimitar fall into his hand.

The next moment, the young man in purple didn't kill Chen Qingyuan with a knife, but cut his palm with the knife.

The blood was flowing, but none of it fell to the ground, it was all swallowed up by the machete.

Not long after, the scimitar was stained with blood, like a blood moon, with a strange breath.

The eyes of the young man in purple were black and red, both good and evil.

The empty space behind it gradually presented a picture of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Countless ferocious palms protruded from the surface of the sea, grabbing at the void, trying to break free from the shackles of the sea of ​​blood.

There was blood on the scimitar, and the coldness hit the soul directly.

The vision of the sea of ​​blood spread all the way to Chen Qingyuan's feet, and he clearly felt that several hands grabbed his ankles, intending to take himself off to the bottom of the sea, sinking into eternity without reincarnation.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, the violent sword power erupted from Chen Qingyuan's body, shattering all the bloody hands under his feet, and the sea suddenly rolled up with turbulent waves, extremely turbulent.

The turbulent waves galloped towards the purple-clothed youth in front of him.

"Oh!"

In the blink of an eye, the huge wave was divided into two, a bloody light flashed, and the purple-clothed youth instantly appeared in front of Chen Qingyuan. The sword light fell from the sky, and the terrifying power caused the entire sea of ​​blood to shake, as if it could split the world in half.

"Tai Chu Ji Dao, Shang Yang Zi Mansion..."

The top swordsmanship of Daoyi Academy was displayed by Chen Qingyuan.

The sword intent converged at one point, and the killing breath spread to every inch of the void on the battlefield. Thousands of sword shadows were trembling, and the Seven Star White Jue Sword burst into dazzling brilliance.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the two confronted each other head-on.

Before the swords collided, a lawful sphere was formed in the center, which was getting bigger and bigger.

The storm rose, tearing apart every part of the battlefield.

The sea of ​​blood was turbulent, and the sound of howling ghosts and wolves could be heard faintly.

"boom!"

The aftermath of the battle caused the sea of ​​blood to collapse directly, countless blood splashes, ghosts flickered, and wailing continued, turning this space into a hell.

After a stalemate for a while, the aura in Chen Qingyuan's body was obviously more than that of the purple-clothed youth.

Soon, the momentum of the purple-clothed youth began to decline, and Chen Qingyuan was even worse than before.

"boom--"

In the end, Jian Guang broke through the lawful sphere formed by the battle and pierced through the body of the purple-clothed youth.

"Boom"

At the same time, because the balance was broken, the law ball exploded directly.

Chen Qingyuan immediately mobilized the spiritual energy in his whole body and formed dozens of protective barriers, so he was not injured.

The situation of the young man in purple is not good, because his background is not as good as Chen Qingyuan's, and the aura in his body is dry, unable to resist the aftermath of the battle.

Seriously injured, body separated.

The flesh was bloody, and half of the head had been cut off.

With a "plop", the young man in purple had reached his limit and fell to the ground.

"Crash..."

Immediately, the figure of the young man in purple disappeared, and the laws on the battlefield also disappeared.

Everything returned to calm, as if nothing happened.

Chen Qingyuan let out a long cry, the battle with the purple-clothed youth just now took a lot of energy.If it wasn't for his own talent being much higher than that of his opponent, the ending would be hard to say.

The young man in purple had indeed reached the limit of his own realm, but unfortunately his limit could not suppress Chen Qingyuan.

A transparent staircase suddenly appeared in front of Chen Qingyuan.

Looking up, there is no end in sight.

"Should be the stairs leading to the second floor."

Chen Qingyuan sat cross-legged and adjusted his breath, and only after he recovered, did he step on the ladder.

Going up slowly, as if you are in the sea of ​​clouds, the fairy mist curls up, and the soul has a floating feeling, as light as a dream.

After walking for a long time, Chen Qingyuan finally came to the second floor of Tianshu Tower.

The environment here is not much different from the first floor. It is also a space shrouded in white mist, which seems to be surrounded by the power of chaos and the power of time.

A middle-aged man wearing a coir raincoat and straw sandals slowly formed.

The man in the coir raincoat had a dark complexion, a stubble around his mouth, and a bohemian air.His facial features are ordinary, his eyes are clear, he holds a relatively rough fishing rod in his hand, and he is dressed strangely.

Seeing the opponent on the second floor, Chen Qingyuan's heart tightened, his pupils shrank rapidly, and his right hand holding Bai Juejian tightened subconsciously.Obviously, Chen Qingyuan recognized the opponent's identity and was extremely surprised.

"not......"

Not long ago, Chen Qingyuan read a large number of ancient books from the ancient times, and learned about many outstanding people in the past.

The dress of this person in front of him is exactly the same as that of an unrivaled being recorded in ancient books.

A coir raincoat, straw sandals with holes, and a fishing rod.

With such obvious features, it was hard for Chen Qingyuan not to recognize them.