Standing in the void out of thin air, Duan Changkong's expression was uncertain.
In the brief exchange just now, he suffered a bit and was undoubtedly the one who had the upper hand.
But he does not think that his strength is not as good as Chen Hai.
After all, the sword he used to kill Fang Qingshan was just a casual move.
And later, the swords used to resist the void fist shadow were also made in a hurry, and his strength was not really used.
On the other hand, looking at Chen Hai below, he has been hiding nearby for some time.
The punch he blocked in front of Fang Qingshan must have been planned and had been accumulated for a long time.
Since ancient times, there has been no one who was first in literature, and no one who was second in martial arts.
One was preparing for the situation while the other was hastily responding. Duan Changkong felt that he was slightly inferior, which was normal.
With such a result here, he could only agree that Chen Hai below was a Nine Realm Thunder Tribulation expert at the same level as him.
To say that he is not as strong as Chen Hai? He will definitely not admit this.
"That demonic man dared to lead people to attack the city lord's palace. His crime is unforgivable."
"Let me give you face and let him go. Who do you think you are?"
"I gave you face, where is my face?"
"If I want to kill him, he will definitely die today. Even if the real immortal comes, he will not be able to save him. This is what I, Duan Changkong, said!"
Looking directly at Chen Hai below, Duan Changkong sneered.
As he finished speaking, his whole person twisted and changed.
With just a blink of an eye, in less than an instant, his figure had disappeared, and the huge multi-colored sword appeared again between heaven and earth.
The human body is just an illusion.
This multicolored giant sword is Duan Changkong's true form.
In the seventh realm of immortality, the true form can be condensed and manifested in reality.
He has reached the ninth level of immortality, and his true form has become extremely powerful after several transformations.
From the human form to the true form.
It seems that Duan Changkong has no intention of compromising at all. He is preparing to go all out to fight Chen Hai and regain the previous situation.
"Why are you doing this? As I said, I have no intention of becoming an enemy of your sect."
"I'm just asking you to give me some face and let this person go."
"You are unwilling to agree to such a trivial matter. My face seems worthless in your eyes!"
"Since you insist on taking action with me, it seems that there is no way I can do it unless I use a trick."
Seeing Duan Changkong turn into a multi-colored giant sword, Chen Hai already understood what he wanted to express.
Sighing, he turned his hand over, and the fierce sword Hong Ming, which he had not used for a long time, had appeared in his palm.
"Dream, kill!" Duan Changkong shouted angrily.
The chopped off multicolored giant sword looked like a rainbow across the sky.
This sword is obviously a killing move, but it does not carry any murderous intent, making people unable to feel that there is any threat contained in it.
A person with insufficient strength may be involuntarily addicted to this dreamy scene and the dazzling sword light without any pyrotechnics at a glance.
Of course, Chen Hai definitely does not belong to the category of people with sufficient strength.
"I'll kill it too!" Almost at the same time, holding Hong Ming in his hand, he slashed towards the sky with the same sword.
He has never learned sword skills and does not know any sword moves at all.
The sword he made was ordinary and unremarkable, just a slash that an ordinary person could do.
When he slashed out this sword, the only thing he could do was to pour his own power crazily into the Hong Ming Saber.
Hong Ming is like a bottomless pit. No matter how much power is poured into it, it is still impossible to know where the limit it can endure is!
After pouring in nearly one-third of his own strength, Chen Hai had stopped in time.
He slashed out with his sword, and a bloody cloud magpie visible to the naked eye shot away from Hongming's sword.
When it first appeared, the size of this bloody cloud magpie was only about one or two meters.
But this thing rises in the wind and seems to stir up the wind and clouds.
When it rushed to an altitude of hundreds of meters and faced Duan Changkong, its body was already huge enough to cover this small piece of heaven and earth.
"Damn it, what kind of knife is this riding horse..."
"A strong man in the demonic way doesn't use his body to fight the enemy, but he brings out a murderous knife. You don't have martial ethics..."
Above the sky, Duan Changkong roared repeatedly.
It's a pity that when facing Hong Ming Dao, no matter how loud he shouted, he still couldn't get along with him.
On the contrary, it may make Hong Ming even more excited, as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood.
The rainbow that was cut by the multi-colored giant sword that was more than a hundred meters long was like a small insect in front of a big rooster in front of the bloody cloud magpie that was so huge that it could cover the whole world.
With a peck from it, the dreamlike bright rainbow broke into several pieces.
The sky changes color, and the crazy air currents sweep around like a hurricane.
Under the devastation of that violent force, the giant trees tens to hundreds of meters high in the nearby area were directly turned into powder, and the hills one after another were directly bulldozed and turned into nothing.
"Despicable villain, he only knows how to stab people in the back."
"You have fists and don't use them, but you use a knife. What kind of demonic master are you?"
"Without that knife, I guarantee that I will beat you until you have teeth all over the floor."
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Duan Changkong, who was still the strongest king before, has now transformed into a strong-mouthed king.
While roaring repeatedly, he fled further and further away.
The inherited method of Wanjian Sect is that when the sword remains, the person remains, and when the sword dies, the person dies.
The multicolored giant sword, which was more than a hundred meters long, was broken into several pieces, and then most of it was wiped out by the bloody cloud magpie in the sky.
Duan Changkong, who escaped through the air, is now only about ten or twenty meters away from his true form.
Although the sword that Chen Hai slashed out was not effective and killed him directly, it destroyed more than 80% of his true form.
If the injury was not too severe and he had lost the ability to fight again, Duan Changkong would not have transformed into a strong-mouthed king and fled away with his arrogance.
With his injuries like this, even if he managed to escape back to the gate of Wanjian Sect, he didn't know how many years it would take to fully recover.
Holding the Hong Ming Knife and leaning on the ground with the tip of the knife, Chen Hai took several deep breaths.
The sword that consumed one-third of his own strength was also a heavy burden for him.
"I haven't gone all out against others for many years."
"You have already used the Hong Ming Sword, and you have consumed so much power, but with this one blow, you didn't kill the man on the spot?"
"If ten or eight enemies of this level come to attack me..."
Thinking of this, Chen Hai suddenly felt that he had been developing in a low profile and not taking the initiative to cause trouble. This was a correct approach.
The Nine Realm Thunder Tribulation is already so strong, what about the stronger True Immortal?
He seemed to remember that Hong Qingtian seemed to have said that there was a real immortal living in the Medicine King Valley who was good at refining elixirs.
He can't even kill the Nine Realm Thunder Tribulation instantly. If he wants to meet a true immortal, then he really can only run as far as he can!
"Bloodthirsty Sect Fang Qingshan, thank you senior for saving me!" Fang Qingshan, who was shocked and speechless for a while, finally came to his senses at this moment.
His expression was a bit complicated, he bowed respectfully to Chen Hai and said.
"Fang Qingshan, right? Let me ask you, do you want to die? Or live?"
Looking back, Chen Hai's eyes fell on Fang Qingshan. He took it directly and asked.
"Senior, what do you mean by this?" With a confused look on his face, Fang Qingshan was confused and stunned.
"I saved your life. If you choose to die, I will help you and slap you to death."
"If you choose to live, do me a favor and introduce someone to your bloodthirsty sect."
"Of course, don't worry, the person I asked you to recommend has talent and can practice your bloodthirsty sect's skills."
"It's just that she is a little older and cannot join your sect through normal channels."
With an expressionless face, Chen Hai said in a deep voice.