Hong Huang: Killing millions of immortals with a sword, you call this a drunkard

Big talk!

Gu Changqing continued to make shocking remarks.

People have never thought that these four words can actually be associated with saints? !

numb!

Completely numb!

And before anyone could say anything more.

In the field, as the words fell, Gu Changqing also stood up with his sword in hand and took on Yuanshi's attack head-on.

"Haha... sword coming!"

He laughed a few times and suddenly burst into shouting.

As soon as the words "the sword comes" came out, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.

The purple-green Jiuxiao sword in Gu Changqing's hand stretched across the sky, extending over a million miles.

Endless sharp edges suddenly appeared, covering the sky, boundless and vast like smoke.

More importantly, as the Purple-Green Jiuxiao Sword hummed.

The pupils of all living beings shrank suddenly as they saw billions of real sword intentions rising up and pouring down from the sky, which was extremely terrifying.

The sword light tore through the void, as fast as lightning and extremely sharp!

In the ears of all living beings, all they could hear was the rustling of a sad wind and the endless rumbling of a huge voice, which made their scalps tingle and their whole bodies feel cold.

However, in just a short moment, the calamity light submerged everything, making it impossible for living beings to see the scene clearly.

Deathly silence spread, and all living beings seemed to have forgotten to breathe.

Every eye was fixed on the field without moving.

"What's going on? How is the Drunken Swordsman now?!"

"What a terrifying robbery light! The saint's move is indeed extraordinary."

"Humph, this time, even if Gu Changqing doesn't die, he will be skinned alive."

Countless monks couldn't help but talk about it, with different expressions on their faces.

They were probably worried about Gu Changqing's safety, and their faces were filled with anxiety.

Or some people marvel at the unparalleled power of the saints.

And the last sentence was said by Guangchengzi.

At the same time, other disciples of the Chan sect, such as Chi Jingzi, also had sinister and vicious looks on their faces.

They naturally have absolute confidence in their own Master.

This time, even if Gu Changqing cannot be killed on the spot, he will definitely suffer serious injuries.

However, Guangchengzi had just finished speaking.

In the field, amidst the sky filled with calamity light, a free and uninhibited laugh suddenly rang out.

"Ha ha......"

"Drink all the rivers and streams, and then drink up the sun and moon!"

"I am the Drunken Swordsman who can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was in an uproar!

There is no doubt that everyone's guess was wrong.

After such a terrifying and earth-shattering confrontation, Gu Changqing...was actually safe and sound? !

Otherwise, he probably wouldn't have the heart to recite any poems.

Then, the calamity light gradually dissipated, and all living beings were finally able to see the scene clearly.

Gu Changqing was seen standing high in the sky, his body still swaying and he looked extremely drunk.

But his face was flamboyant and his Taoist robe rustled like thunder.

The whole body is filled with vigorous energy, which rises and falls constantly and is breathtaking!

What an amazing sight.

"Drunken Swordsman...really took the Saint's attack?!"

"Oh my god, with the cultivation level of a quasi-saint, he took a blow from a saint without any injury."

"Who else in this world can compare to me?!"

"Haha, not only in this world, but also throughout history, there is no one else like him."

Although it had been expected, everyone was still shocked and dazed when they saw with their own eyes that Gu Changqing was unharmed.

And in the field, Yuanshi's expression became even uglier.

"Gu Changqing!"

"I didn't expect you to have grown to this point."

Yuanshi's eyes were gloomy and he spoke through gritted teeth.

Just before, he clearly sensed that Gu Changqing's sword had actually attracted the boundless sword intent from the nine heavens and ten earths.

Every sword intent is comparable to the offensive power of a top-grade innate spiritual treasure.

In addition, it also contains an indescribable mysterious Taoist rhyme.

It was precisely because of this that even the giant palm of law that Yuanshi sacrificed was torn apart by the sword intent in the sky and disappeared without a trace.

In other words, in just this short confrontation, Yuanshi was already at a disadvantage.

This is amazing!

You must know that no matter how much the reputation of Laozi, Yuanshi and others has plummeted.

But the strength of the saint is still undoubtedly absolutely powerful.

Once such an existence takes action, it should often be domineering and crush everything, sweeping across the ages.

Even if there was a back-and-forth fight with others, it almost never happened.

Not to mention falling directly into a disadvantage.

Of course, the most crucial thing is that Gu Changqing is only at the quasi-saint level.

This is not something that can be simply explained by the phrase "the inferior overcomes the superior".

Everyone was stunned and could only say inwardly, "Monster!"

Let’s talk about Gu Changqing!

Facing the furious and almost out-of-control Yuanshi, he had a strange smile on his face.

"Hehe... uh... it's said that my master's one-qi-transformed-into-three-purities magical power, the clone has 70% to 80% of the strength of the original master."

"It seems that Master Yuanshi's clone method doesn't have that effect."

"I wonder...how many blows of my sword this clone can withstand?!"

He said this with deep meaning.

As he spoke, the purple-green Jiuxiao sword in his hand also emitted bursts of sword sounds, piercing through gold and splitting rocks, and was deafening.

It seemed that the sword had also become excited and could not wait to show its power to the saint.

What was strange was that after hearing Gu Changqing's words, Yuanshi, who was originally furious and frustrated, suddenly froze.

Then, he suppressed his raging anger and looked thoughtful.

Inverted!

It’s really the opposite!

This Gu Changqing was so unscrupulous that he could not help but forcefully attack his own saint.

He even wanted to kill this incarnation of his divine consciousness? !

You know, Yuanshi, a dignified saint, fell into the hands of Gu Changqing, which was already shocking.

What if the clone was killed and everyone witnessed it?

From that day on, I would really become the biggest joke of all time.

After thinking for a long time, Yuanshi said with a gloomy face:

"Gu Changqing, you also said that this is just an incarnation of me."

"Humph, it's only one-tenth or one-twentieth of my strength. Even if you can handle it, there's nothing to be proud of."

"In the future, when I return, I will make sure you can neither live nor die!"

Yuanshi said this, trying to save his dignity.

After he finished speaking, he said no more. He flicked his sleeves and disappeared into the sky along with Guangchengzi and several other disciples.

no way!

Yuanshi was also very clear that with the strength of his incarnation, it was impossible to suppress Gu Changqing.

As for the God-killing Gun, that was even more impossible.

There is no choice but to retreat and leave the matter to be settled later.

Seeing Yuanshi and the others disappear, everyone was in deathly silence, filled with shock and regret.

......

And the other side!

Outside the Chaos Realm, in the Zixiao Palace!

Yuanshi sat in the middle, and suddenly his face showed a look of deep hatred and anger.

"Gu Changqing, you deserve to die!"