The Golden Crow Emperor fought fiercely with a black-robed god-king holding a long staff in the sky. The flying snow in the sky was directly evaporated into mist by the violent airflow. The top of the god's long staff was inlaid with a ferocious skull, hollow.
From time to time, two jets of ink-like black energy shot out from his eye holes, and he looked like he was on a par with the Golden Crow Emperor.
Strong cold air burst out with the black-robed God King as the center. Even if he was hundreds of feet away, Liu Qiankun could feel a cold air coming towards him. Compared with the cold air coming from the old popsicle,
If it were a thousand times worse, the surrounding air would have turned into cold mist and drifted in the wind, but never solidified and fell. A faint smile appeared on the corner of Liu Qiankun's mouth, and he murmured: "This miscellaneous hair is actually...
Now you know how to play with this god-king."
The three-legged Golden Crow Emperor fought against the black-robed God-King with all his might, using nothing more than the three most primitive attack methods of beak peck, wing fan, and claw sweep, but he did not use his strongest Nirvana.
Blue Flame, whenever the black-robed God-King struck at the Golden Crow Emperor with his staff, he would flap him several feet away with his wings and roll back all the black energy shot out of the skull.
On the ice field a hundred feet away, there was a large group of Ayla Afghan gods standing with various artifacts. They were looking up at the battle between gods and birds in mid-air, but no one dared to step forward to look for the ice.
The North Pole God King in front of the palace felt uncomfortable. Perhaps they were waiting for the clan leader to defeat the divine bird in the sky and then attack together.
"Xiao Huang, leave this guy to me to test the sword!" Liu Qiankun thought, stood up in the air, and pulled out the sword hilt with a shake of his hand. When he raised his hand, a forest stretched out from the sword hilt.
Cold sword leaves, sword leaves condensed with the power of the pure law of killing.
The Golden Crow Emperor and his master had the same mind-to-heart. They could communicate with each other even though they were hundreds of feet away with just one thought. He immediately raised his head and let out a long cry, flapped his wings and sent out two wild blasts towards the black-robed God King. His huge body followed the trend.
It swooped down and left the position to its owner in an instant. It suffered a little loss and went to play with the group of gods watching the fire from the other side.
The black-robed God King's pupils suddenly dilated, his figure slumped down, and he raised his long staff and flew down behind the Golden Crow Emperor.
"Bastard, where are you going!" A stick was slashed into the air, and a thick column of air with billowing black air roared towards the Golden Crow Emperor. He thought wishfully that the divine bird must have lost all its strength and fell into a trap.
With the desire to escape, I naturally thought of taking the opportunity to get rid of this sacred bird.
With a flash of his body, Liu Qiankun appeared between the black-robed God King and the Golden Crow Emperor with his sword in hand. He raised his hand and slashed out a blazing sword with the long sword in his palm. However, he heard a scoff and the majestic pillar of air was swept away.
Liu Qiankun's sword energy split from it, and the billowing black energy split into two in front of Feng Yun Wuji, flew from both sides, and split into several sections laterally almost at the same time.
The black-robed God-King suddenly stopped his downward thrust. He looked at the 'Arctic God-King' coming across the sky with a cool look on his face. His black robe instantly bulged.
His burly body suddenly grew in size.
"Arctic God King?" An indifferent voice floated out from the mouth of the black-robed God King, but two hot flames flashed in his eyes. After learning that his only son had been deprived of his cultivation, the king of the Ella Afghan tribe
Completely crazy, he wanted the North Pole God King to bear his boundless anger.
Liu Qiankun's eyes were focused on the strange sword, and he didn't pay any attention to the murderous black-robed God King not far away. He was not satisfied with the sword just now. He always felt that the sword energy was like an arrow leaving the string after being shot.
I lost all contact with myself. Although the power was pretty good, it was still far from what I expected. I couldn't help but frown as I thought about it.
"This god is Ottoma, the leader of the Ella Afghan clan. You and I live in the same ice field. Even if my son makes mistakes, he should not destroy his cultivation..." The black-robed god king reprimanded angrily.
The North Pole God King came up, but the North Pole God King didn't notice it at all, he just frowned and looked at the sword in his hand.
"If you want to fight, let's fight. There's so much wordiness." Liu Qiankun raised his head fiercely, raised his hand and struck out with a sword. A domineering and cold killing aura burst out of the sword and slashed diagonally towards Ottoma's chest.
Ottomar's eyes narrowed, and he raised his long staff horizontally. A black mist was sprayed out from the mouth of the white skull, and a whooshing sound was heard. Thousands of tiny streaks flashed out from the black mist.
The stream of light turned out to be a long dark red needle as thin as an ox's hair. This was exactly his most popular killing move, the Ten Thousand Soul Seizing Needle.
The long needles that look as thin as an ox's hair are actually made from living souls. In order to refine this vicious artifact, Ottomar traveled in the God Realm for a hundred thousand years. With his cultivation, he killed many people.
He recruited tens of thousands of powerful gods, imprisoned their souls in thin needles, and tempered them with the clan's secret techniques, and finally gathered tens of thousands of divine needles.
Once this needle is pierced into the body, it will follow the blood veins and go straight to the soul in the brain, stabbing it to death. It is an extremely vicious thing. There are tens of thousands of soul seizing coins hidden in the skull at the end of the staff.
Soul Needle. It was with this artifact that he took over the position of clan leader and made tens of thousands of Ella Afghan clan members bow their heads.
Liu Qiankun is also a god-king level cultivation, but he has comprehended the power of two laws. Naturally, his cultivation level cannot be compared with Ottoma. He stepped on the Nine Transformations of the Demon God and stepped back quickly, swinging the long sword in his palm.
, blossoming blazing sword lotuses burst out of the air and crashed into the densely packed flying needles.
Tsk tsk tsk!
The sword lotuses collided with the flying needles and exploded into pieces. At the same time, countless flying needles became bent and scattered in all directions, breaking through the point. The sword lotus and flying needles were filled with sword energy and majestic killing energy.
The sword lilies naturally took advantage, but the two sword lilies seemed to have broken through Ottoma's defense, but they missed their target less than a foot away from him and were shot into the sky like meteors by his long staff.
"Alas! People regard it as a treasure, but it is like a piece of chicken ribs in my hand. This divine weapon is really inferior to the Qingming Sword..." Liu Qiankun sighed in his heart, and couldn't help but look back at the sword under him.
The motionless ice grave then turned around and flew towards the Ottoma as fast as lightning.
Seeing that the magic needle that he had worked hard to refine for a hundred thousand years was destroyed by the "Arctic God King", Ottoma's face darkened, and the long staff in his hand raised a black light, and he shouted angrily: "Destroy my magic needle, now the King of Japan and you
Until death." A stream of black light shot out of the sky, charging towards the North Pole God King with full of anger.
Clang! Canopy!
Liu Qiankun drew his long sword, and the sword turned into a cloud of mist. He was about to use ten thousand waves to defeat the enemy, but he didn't expect that the sword transformed by the power of law could not withstand millions of vibrations, and the sword scattered with a sound.
He drove away, leaving only a bare hilt in his hand. In desperation, he could only summon the Chaos Cauldron Heavenly Armor to resist this earth-shattering blow.
Boom!
Thousands of stick shadows hit Liu Qiankun at the same time. Even though he was protected by the Chaos Cauldron Sky Armor, he was blown away like a broken doll...
(Brothers, last night’s chapter involved the name of a certain senior figure, directly harmonizing society. I was depressed for a whole night, and I broke out to make up for it today!)