Obviously, it was impossible for Liu Junwei to just let Qin Lang do what he wanted and say, 'Liu Junwei, get to the pothole!' and then Liu Junwei fly over in a hurry. That was impossible.
The only way is for Qin Lang to fly to the pothole himself. Only in this way will Liu Junwei catch up.
This is a gamble!
However, Qin Lang was very confident that he could leave safely, because the other being in the pit seemed to be pretty good to him. The girl even threw herself into a spiritual pond, which was no small favor.
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When he thought of the spirit pond, Qin Lang immediately reacted. Liu Junwei said that he had robbed his spirit pond. Is it for this reason? The spirit pond can only accommodate eight people, and it will be closed once someone enters. It is estimated that the spirit pond can only accommodate eight people.
It was occupied by Liu Junwei at first, but the demon saint threw him in, making Liu Junwei unable to enter, so he hated himself to the core.
"That's what it is most likely. It was that little bitch who caused me to be hunted down for a long time. Then I have to ask her to help solve this matter." Qin Lang muttered in his heart.
"Senior Brother Liu, I heard that you are known as the number one person in the sect in the realm of mental refining. I have to ask for advice a lot today. I hope you will be merciful." Qin Lang's face became serious, and he no longer looked like a scoundrel before, and he looked at Liu Junwei.
Arch your hands slightly.
Liu Junwei was stunned. He didn't expect that Qin Lang would come here, which made it hard for him to take action directly. He had the usual arrogance of a cultivator, so he handed Qin Lang his hand and replied: "I won't fight with unknown people."
, state your name!”
"Senior Brother Liu, my junior brother's surname is Qin Minglang." Qin Lang said with a smile, but he muttered in his heart, just call me Brother Lang.
"Okay! Qin Lang, I, Liu Junwei, will do nothing if I don't take action, and I will never show mercy if I do. But I won't deceive you, as long as you can hold on to my hand for as long as a stick of incense, this matter will be revealed."
Liu Junwei said arrogantly that for him, taking action against Qin Lang, a junior disciple in the god-refining stage, would completely undermine his own identity. If he hadn't felt so angry that he couldn't swallow it, he wouldn't have done this at all.
"Dongling, how about one stick of incense?" Qin Lang's eyes lit up. If he could support one stick of incense, then he would be willing to work hard and solve this matter completely. Otherwise, he would just lure Liu Junwei away.
When you get to the pothole, if you can't kill him, you will instead take on the enemy, which will be a huge threat in the future.
"A stick of incense? You can survive ten breaths at most in his hand! This person is not something you can resist. If you break through to the stage of becoming a god, you might be able to fight." Dong Ling said.
"So powerful!" Qin Lang was startled, and the fighting spirit he had just raised disappeared instantly.
"This man is unfathomable. His apparent strength is just the tip of the iceberg. Especially the dragon spear in his hand, which seems to be part of a magic weapon set." Dong Ling looked at the all-powerful dragon spear in Liu Junwei's hand, as if he had seen it before.
"Magic weapon suit? Is there a set of clothes, pants, shoes, etc.?" Qin Lang asked.
"It can be said that I will explain it to you in detail later. You must not fight with him head-on now." Dong Ling said to Qin Lang.
"Qin Lang!" Liu Junwei shouted angrily, and with a flash of the Vientiane Dragon Spear in his hand, he shouted: "For one stick of incense, if you survive, it's your ability, and if you die, it's your life!"
After saying that, there was no more words. The dragon spear swung and flew towards Qin Lang with the sound of howling wind.
"These words are quite domineering, I like it!" Qin Lang muttered, and while retreating violently, he quickly formed seals with his hands.
"Remnant Art, the Human Emperor is possessed!"
A golden light rose from Qin Lang's body, like an emperor descending, and a huge figure holding a pagoda appeared behind him.
Bang!
Qin Lang pointed his right hand at Liu Junwei, and the pagoda in the hands of the huge figure behind him blocked the tip of Liu Junwei's spear. The pagoda buzzed, as if it was trembling in pain. Qin Lang felt a tightness in his chest, and an irresistible wave.
Power came one after another and was transmitted to Qin Lang's body through the pagoda, forcing Qin Lang's figure to suddenly retreat dozens of feet.
"Holy shit, that's awesome!" Qin Lang was frightened and angry, and with a shake of his right hand, the sword pattern wrapped around his wrist began to squirm, and the platinum sword faced off against an enemy for the first time.
"Qingyun Sword, Yangyun Jue, Floating Cloud Jue, Lingyun Jue!" Qin Lang shouted loudly, and the vitality in his body surged into the platinum sword in his hand. The boundless sword energy burst out. In an instant, the whole world was covered by
The sword cloud shrouded it like a heavy rain about to pour.
"Hahaha, Qingyun Sword Jue, you've come so well! I didn't expect that an outer disciple of yours could practice Qingyun Sword Jue to such an extent. If you were allowed to enter the inner sect and obtain the subsequent formulas of Qingyun Sword Jue, you might be able to do some harm to me.
It's a little troublesome, but now it's not enough." Liu Junwei laughed, raising the dragon gun above his head and spinning it like a big umbrella above his head.
"Three clouds of sword rain, scatter!" Qin Lang shouted coldly, pressed his hands hard towards Liu Junwei, and the sword rain in the sky poured down instantly.
Liu Junwei sneered, and the speed of the dragon gun in his hand suddenly increased again. The shadow of the gun flew ten feet away from him, setting off a dragon fist wind, and the rain of swords that poured down was swept away by the tornado before it touched him.
Qin Lang's full blow was instantly neutralized.
With his eyes focused, Qin Lang suddenly sensed a strong sense of crisis. His body flashed from side to side and he retreated violently. Huge spear shadows kept stabbing at the place where Qin Lang was a moment ago. If he neglected for a moment, he would be stabbed into skewers.
Son.
Liu Junwei stepped forward again, stamped his feet fiercely, and heard the sound of sonic booms. He quickly approached Qin Lang, and in a few steps, he was already ten feet in front of Qin Lang.
"Not good!" Qin Lang secretly thought something bad, and quickly formed seals with his hands. In an instant, dozens of obscure handprints flashed in front of Qin Lang, and the huge figure behind him threw the pagoda in his hand, protecting Qin Lang's body.
In the pagoda, Qin Lang put his hands on his chest. He had no way to hide, so he could only resist with all his strength.
"The aura is good, but it's a pity that the cultivation is too weak!" Liu Junwei flashed a hint of appreciation, but showed no mercy at all. He raised the Vientiane Dragon Spear high in his hand and hit Qin Lang hard with a no-show blow.
on the body.
"puff!"
Qin Lang spurted out a mouthful of blood. He felt as if his internal organs were about to be shattered. His arms were about to break, but he finally managed to stop it.
Two consecutive attacks were blocked by Qin Lang, and the expression on Liu Junwei's face also changed. Qin Lang's performance exceeded his imagination. A monk at the God Refining Stage was able to block two of his attacks head-on.
"Where is your spiritual weapon? Why don't you use it?" Liu Junwei withdrew the dragon gun and looked at Qin Lang.
Swish, swish, swish...
Qin Lang flew back without hesitation, escaping within a hundred feet of Liu Junwei. The breath hanging in his heart finally fell temporarily, and he gasped for air.
"If I had a magic weapon, I would have used it to kill you long ago." Qin Lang spat out a mouthful of blood and glanced slightly behind him. The pothole was not far behind.