The "long stick" is naturally a magic dragon spear. The reason why it is entangled on the body of the black-haired ape is not controlled by Liu Changsheng, but because of his nature. Taking advantage of Liu Changsheng's time to take care of him, he was devouring the essence and blood of the black-haired ape to strengthen himself. As a result, Fu Qianqiu was greedy and was thinking about the black-haired ape's demon pill and the treasures in his hands, which caused disaster.

Fu Qianqiu's reaction was also quick. Before the magic dragon spear could stab the center, he raised his hand and threw out the corpse of the black-haired ape. The magic dragon spear was tightly wrapped around the body of the black-haired ape. Before he could escape, even the magic dragon spear was pulled out and flew away with the black-haired ape's corpse.

The sword roared loudly in his ears, and two flying swords, one green and one purple, flew out of the sea of ​​fire, and their speed was like lightning, and they stabbed Fu Qianqiu up and down like sharp arrows.

The purple flying sword was surrounded by red flames, and sword lights were squeaking on the green flying sword.

After being hit one after another, Fu Qianqiu was shocked and angry. He raised his hand and slapped the two flying swords with his palm, and his figure continued to fly backwards.

The palm shadow hit, the wind whistled, the void collapsed, and the purple and green swords were thrown away by a powerful force.

A loud dragon roar suddenly rang out, and the magic dragon's claws burst out, leaving the corpse of the black-haired ape, twisting and changing into a black dragon dozens of feet long, and pounced on Fu Qianqiu with teeth and claws. The dragon's mouth opened, and a blood light rushed out, turning into hundreds of blood-colored spears, pointing directly at Fu Qianqiu, making a hissing sound.

The power of this magic treasure was not really stimulated until now. Although the spear lights were illusory objects, they exude a fierce murderous intent that makes people feel palpitations.

Compared with this strong murderous intent, the threat of the Ziqing Double Sword is much smaller.

Behind the three-colored sea of ​​fire that was rolling back, Liu Changsheng rose into the air, went straight into the sky, put away the purple gold gourd, sacrificed the Chaos Wuji Stick, took a step forward, chased Fu Qianqiu, waved the long stick in his hand, and a purple-gold light burst out in front of his eyes, turning into thousands of stick shadows, and smashed at Fu Qianqiu like a sky-high ground.

The stick shadows are surging, the divine power is like a prison, the roar is soaring into the sky, and this world suddenly kills the murderous intent.

The purple-green swords circled in the air, shining brightly, twisting and changing into more than ten feet long, and slashed towards Fu Qianqiu with a fierce momentum.

Fu Qianqiu's expression changed again. He could not have imagined that a small Nascent Soul cultivator was like an undead cockroach. Although the palm just now was dozens of miles away, it contained 90% of his strength. Even the powerful god-transforming man was hit, he might not feel good. Liu Changsheng not only resisted it, but also continued to attack.

As the spiritual consciousness swept over, Liu Changsheng's magic power was rising steadily, and even the great monks seemed to have no such monstrous momentum.

Naturally, he would not know that only half of the force of the palm hit Liu Changsheng, and his other half's power was transferred to the ground by Liu Changsheng's use of the Star-shifting and Fighting skills. Otherwise, Liu Changsheng would have to be severely disabled even if he was not dead, and it would be impossible for him to stand up to face the enemy again.

"Can this son be the reincarnation of a true immortal?"

A thought suddenly surged in Fu Qianqiu's mind.

From the news obtained by Chen Jiong, Yun Zheng and other disciples of Hanhai Palace, Liu Changsheng raised his hand to imprison all the monks in front of the hall, swept Ao Qingyun and the twelve demon generals with a pair of iron fists, without any resistance. Such magical powers are definitely not something that the Nascent Soul cultivator can possess, and the sudden attack of the God-Transforming Cultivator is nothing more than that. Thinking about the black-haired ape failed to attack and was killed by Liu Changsheng. This is not something that Nascent Soul cultivator can do. Even he is afraid it will be difficult for him to do it.

The purple gold gourd and the magic dragon spear are all weird and powerful killing weapons. Even he, a powerful man in the middle stage of God Transformation, has never possessed such a weapon.

Liu Changsheng's advancement was even more incredible, and his courage was even more amazing. He regarded the Dragon Palace in the West Sea as nothing, slaughtered dragons and ate meat, and even the monks who transformed the gods dared not do such a move.

"There is no doubt that this son must be the reincarnation of a true immortal!"

As soon as this thought came out, it was hard to take back. I felt my scalp tingling and inexplicably frightened. In the distance, Master Mingjian and Master Yun Kong rushed over from left to right. Once they were besieged by the three of them, there would be more misfortunes today. In an instant, I felt a desire to retreat. With the urge of magic power, the speed of retreating was a little faster again.

The light and shadow flashed in his hand, and a large sword full of cold light appeared. The sword was six inches wide and seven feet long. The blade was sharp and the back of the knife was winding like a dragon. There were even green dragon-shaped spiritual patterns on the blade.

As soon as the big sword appeared, the void trembled, and the spiritual power of heaven and earth from all directions suddenly rolled, and the spiritual power of water floated out of the void and pounced on the long sword like a tide.

Fu Qianqiu raised his sword high, his magic power was urging. A clear dragon roar came from the sword, and a small blue dragon phantom suddenly appeared on the blade.

He raised his hand and slashed forward. The blade trembled and burst out thousands of blue sword lights, facing the shadow of the stick, spear, and flying sword slashed away. A loud roar like a rolling wave rushed out of the blade, and instantly resounded through the void.

More water spiritual power floated out in the air and rushed towards the big sword from all directions. For a moment, the big sword light was surging like a green moon illuminating the dark night. Fu Qianqiu's figure was completely blocked by the blue sword light.

This big sword is one of the famous three treasures of the Hanhai Palace, the Qinglong Fubo Sword, and it is also the natal spiritual treasure that Fu Qianqiu has cultivated in his body for hundreds of years. The reason why he did not use this sword to kill Liu Changsheng was because he did not want to reveal his identity in front of Master Yun Kong and Master Ming Jian. Unexpectedly, even if he hidden Xingzang, he was still peeked through by Master Yun Kong at a glance.

When they were young, the two had a close personal relationship. They had an experience of traveling together to subdue demons. They were quite familiar with each other. He was able to recognize Master Yunkong from thousands of miles away, and Master Yunkong could also see through his identity.

If Master Yun Kong came alone, he would naturally not be afraid. Whether it was talent or magical powers, Master Yun Kong had been trampled by him. What he really feared was Master Mingjian. He could not touch the identity and strength of Master Mingjian, but he could sense that Master Mingjian's escape speed was three points faster than Master Yun Kong, and was no less than him. Because of this, after he recognized the identities of Master Liu Changsheng and Master Mingjian, he did not sway and directly rushed forward. The black-haired ape ran into Liu Changsheng first and he did it on purpose.

The wound was hurt by the magic dragon gun, and the wound was inexplicably difficult to heal.

If you have injuries, you will have three battles and one, and there will be more dangers and more luck. The best way to go!

Wherever the sword light passed, the shadows of the stick shattered one after another.

The magic dragon spear and the purple green swords defeated the sword light and roared and chased them closely.

Liu Changsheng also pounced over with a stick. As the long stick swung, a large area of ​​dense purple and golden stick shadows filled the void again.

He used the purple gold gourd twice, and was seriously injured one after another. His mana was severely damaged. His bones and tendons and veins in his body were broken. At this moment, he was at the end of his strength. If he was not seriously injured, he might turn around and escape. But now, he could not escape. He could only bluff, grit his teeth and fight hard, hoping that Master Yun Kong and Master Ming Jian could come as soon as possible.

Seeing Liu Changsheng chasing forward with a "magnificent" look without any serious injury, Fu Qianqiu felt his scalp numb and he was even more unwilling to get involved with it. When the Qinglong Fubo Knife in his hand swung, it scattered the light of the sword in the sky, then turned around and left. The white light around him turned into a dazzling rainbow and left.

Liu Changsheng felt relieved, but a stream of qi and blood flowed backwards, and blood oozed out of his mouth and nose again.

He secretly screamed that something was wrong, and stopped. A ball of golden light surged out of his body, covering his figure. He quickly put away his long stick, took out a handful of healing pills and threw them into his mouth. Then, he took out the bottle of valuable spiritual marrow and drank a large mouthful.

His heart moved at will, and the purple-green swords and the magic dragon spear continued to slash at Fu Qianqiu.

True Man Yunkong and True Man Mingjian were getting closer and closer, but Fu Qianqiu was getting farther and farther away, without the intention of turning back.

Seeing this scene, Liu Changsheng completely relieved himself, put away his spiritual marrow, sacrificed the spiritual beast ring, summoned Liu Si, and sent a few words to the command.

Immediately afterwards, the Qinglong Battleship was sacrificed, and landed on the head of the boat, sat cross-legged, urging the true energy to flow rapidly in the body, refining the spiritual marrow and healing pills. This spiritual marrow is indeed extraordinary, and the lost mana power is rapidly increasing at a tide-like speed.

The mind moved, the purple and green swords and the magic dragon spear flew backwards one after another and put them away casually.

This chapter is over.
Chapter completed!