Under the deep pit, a terrifying white light shines on the sky and the earth, the endless brilliance thrusts out like a sharp giant knife, and the terrifying spiritual power gathers towards the deep pit.
Boom!
The entire Taiyin Mountain was shaking violently. The falling hundred-meter giant sword slowly stopped under the impact of this brilliance, and then a silver-white sword light shot up into the sky.
The white sword light was only twenty meters in size and looked extremely small in front of the hundred-meter giant sword, but it was this twenty-meter sword energy that traveled across the sky.
From the tip of the sword to the hilt, the hundred-meter giant sword is divided into two from the middle position.
"What?"
The giant sword was injured, Zhou Cang's face flushed, and a mouthful of sweet blood rushed straight into his throat, but he forcibly held it back, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.
Since this guy broke his own Spirit Sword Technique?
"Zhou Cang, put away your contempt, otherwise you will be the one who falls here today."
Han Momo rushed out of the pit, his whole body blooming with terrifying white spiritual power, as if a full moon was surrounding him, and his eyes had completely turned white, as if he had no pupils.
His messy hair was fluttering in the wind, and the short sword he held in his right hand had double blades. It was his two swords that merged into one.
The moonlight boiled, and dozens of sword energy struck violently, crossing the space barrier and striking Zhou Cang in full.
The sword energy was bullying, as dense as a violent storm, and condensed into a net of sword energy ten meters in front of Zhou Cang, blocking all his escape routes.
boom!
A fierce and chaotic explosion storm rocked the square. Countless sword energy mixed with sword energy rushed in all directions, and energy surged up.
"Interesting, it's the second stab, and you still have one stab left. I want to see how far you can go with the third stab."
Zhou Cang reached out and grabbed it, and the high-altitude spiritual sword collapsed. The long sword that was shot out suddenly disappeared, and when it reappeared, it was already held tightly in his hand.
Taking the long sword into his hands, his whole body's aura suddenly changed, as if an ancient ferocious beast was awakened from its slumber.
The long swords were flying, intercepting Han Momo's every offensive. Both of them were very strong. The battle was extremely volatile, and they kept moving away from the square and towards the outside of Taiyin Mountain.
And just when this battle attracted everyone's attention, a gray figure crossed the afterimages in the square and approached the stone pillar in the center of the square.
He swung his sword to cut off the chains wrapped around the stone pillar, and released the disciples of the North Road Shrine one by one.
It's a pity that the aftermath of the previous battle was too strong. Three disciples were hit by boulders and lost their voices.
"I am Qin Chang'an, your junior brother. Please swallow the elixir to restore your spiritual power and rush out with me."
Qin Chang'an put down the remaining seven people and stuffed a few pills into each person, watching the surroundings.
The few people who were rescued frowned and looked at Qin Changan, not in a hurry to take the elixir. When they were imprisoned these days, the Life and Death Sect also used this method to defraud them of information about the North Dao Shrine.
They have never met Qin Changan, so they don't believe him.
A wry smile appeared on Qin Changan's face. He was risking his life to save others, but he was still not trusted by others.
"You must be Qin Chang'an, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
A voice sounded behind Qin Changan, and immediately the hair on his body stood up, and a terrifying danger rushed into his mind.
Without any time to think too much, Qin Changan quickly retreated and distanced himself. Spiritual power surged around his body, and the red lotus armor instantly covered his whole body.
The rolling flames condensed into shape, connecting the meridians of the whole body.
boom!
A huge sword slashed at the spot where he was standing before, tearing the ground apart on the spot and exploding countless flying rocks.
Ge Nianqi looked at Qin Chang'an who was ten meters away, with fighting spirit rising in his eyes, spiritual energy rolling all over his body, and a blue flame rushing on the surface of his body.
"You want to save people at the third level of the Xiantian Realm? Are you looking down on the Gate of Life and Death?"
Ge Nianqi took a deep breath and roared loudly. The blue will-o'-the-wisps all over his body surged around his body and flowed onto the steel knife in his hand. He stepped forward and rolled up dozens of green sword auras and headed straight for Qin Chang'an.
The sword energy was green and green, strange and twisted, burning with dark will-o'-the-wisps, whizzing past, countless sword energy gathered and compressed, and slashed towards his chest.
Qin Changan narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Dao Gang, who was charging straight at him. There was no carelessness. The red lotus karma fire traveled in a circle according to the special meridian path. His arms banged like two pillars of fire, spewing out terrifying flames.
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And beneath these fierce flames, there seemed to be streaks of thunder looming.
"Purple Flame Blood Thunder Fist."
No, it should be called Red Lotus Blood Thunder Fist now. After all, his flame is Red Lotus Karmic Fire.
The rubble beneath Qin Changan's feet shot out, the ground shattered, and his body turned into an afterimage and disappeared. The light above his arms was dazzling, and his power continued to increase.
It shines brightly like two scorching suns.
Boom!!
The violent fist smashed on countless swords, violently crushing all the swords nearby, and collided with the blue steel sword in Ge Nianqi's hand.
The fierce fist force suppressed the blue steel knife in Ge Nianqi's hand, setting off a wave of flames that enveloped the two of them.
Qin Changan walked away at the first touch, turned his body, and charged up his strength again. The power of his pair of iron fists doubled again, and the flames spurted out by the red lotus fire burned blazingly.
A terrifying storm was set off, surging with rioting energy, and it crashed down again.
The cyan steel knife intercepted accurately again, blocking the path of Qin Changan's iron fist. It exploded violently, light bloomed, and flames boiled.
But this time, Ge Nianqi did not allow Qin Chang'an to retreat. Green will-o'-the-wisps floated around him, turning into blue lotuses floating out.
Exquisite and wonderful, like an exquisite work of art shining with green light, but on each green lotus there is a terrifying high temperature, rotating at high speed, all around Qin Changan.
Boom!
The green lotus exploded suddenly, green light bloomed, and rolling flames boiled up, filling the air nearly 100 meters high, swallowing up the space, and the ground once again opened countless cracks under this terrifying force.
The entire square has been reduced to ruins.
But……
Qin Changan rushed out of the sea of green fire with disheveled hair, his eyes flashed with blazing light, his arms rotated, and he hit Ge Nianqi again.
The body shot forward in an instant. Under his precise control, he reversed his body, dodged the oncoming sword, and punched Ge Nianqi in the abdomen.
Bang!
Ge Nianqi's whole body was shaken, and he forced himself to steady himself. He struck forward with the blue steel knife in his hand, and countless green will-o'-the-wisps followed closely, like a hundred ghosts traveling around, slashing at Qin Chang'an crazily.
Qin Changan did not retreat this time. Terrifying crimson flames surged from his arms, and the blazing heat forced him to repel the steel sword attack.
The attack was swift and fierce, locking Ge Nienqi with his aura, and the red lotus armor burst into bright light, swallowing up the countless will-o'-the-wisps that hit Qin Chang'an.
At the same time, the violent iron fists fell violently like a dense rainstorm, each time faster and faster, and the power was continuously superimposed as they hit continuously.
Ge Nianqi lost his smile, his face was serious, and he kept waving the steel knife in his hand to intercept Qin Changan's offensive, but the more he intercepted, the more frightened he became.
His arms were gradually paralyzed, the tiger's mouth had been cracked open, and blood was flowing out, but this guy's strength was getting stronger and stronger.
At this moment, Qin Changan felt that countless spiritual powers in his body were mobilized and flowed throughout his body along a specific route. An unprecedented sense of pleasure was spreading throughout his body.
With every punch falling, the spiritual power in his body would double and flow into his arms, erupting with twice as much power as before.
He had fallen into an unconscious state, and it was only at this moment that he understood why the Purple Flame Blood Thunder Fist, a king-level martial art, had no moves.
No move is the strongest move. As long as you have enough spiritual power in your body, you can theoretically superimpose the power of your fists infinitely.
Boom!
Qin Chang'an completely forgot about what he was doing. He kept turning his body to avoid the attack and then stepped forward again, swinging his iron fist and hitting Ge Nianqi.
The flames surged, violent and restless, and the fierce force tore through the space, swallowing Ge Nianqi who was holding the steel knife.
Bang bang bang!!
The violent iron fists continued to fall, and the steel knife that Ge Nianqi tried to control broke into two halves, making it impossible to withstand Qin Changan's offensive.
He was swallowed head-on by endless flames, an angry fist hit his chest, and he flew out screaming.
Qin Changan was about to chase him out, but when he stepped forward, his body shook violently. He stumbled and almost fell down. His face was pale and his long hair was disheveled.
After regaining consciousness, he gasped for air and looked at his almost empty spiritual source in shock, his eyes full of shock.
Sixty-eight times, the spiritual power in his body now can only be superimposed sixty-eight times at most, and this superimposed power is close to the peak of the sixth level of the Xiantian realm.