The sky is clear and the sea is vast.

There was a man standing at the sea, raising his hand toward the sky, and a pillar of fire was released from his hand.

There is an ancient mirror above the head, blocking the front end.

So the pillar of fire fell on the back of the ancient mirror.

From the mirror, eight dragon heads suddenly appeared, but they saw their eyes burning, their breath rolling, and their red beards fluttering, like living creatures.

The eight fire dragons instantly took off the ancient mirror and headed towards the sky.

The eight Fire Dragon Path transformed by the ancient mirror added some power out of thin air, which was three points better than when he dealt with Mr. Yan before.

"Immortal Art?"

The Zhenjun Xianshen’s eyes were slightly calm and he felt a little solemn, but he felt that it was not the young man who was heavy, but this immortal art.

He flipped his hand and bought the long sword.

The blade flashed with light and transparent color, as if colorless thin ice condensed.

Another magic sword with magic weapon level.

The sword name is Ice God!

"Your Taoism is too far apart. Even if you have the inheritance of the immortal family, what can you do?"

The True Lord of Xianshen swung his sword, and the blade was too sharp and too fast. The air had no time to escape, and a ripples like water patterns appeared in an instant.

The eight fire dragons facing the sky, one of the heads suddenly made a sarcastic cry, and then fell from the interruption.

The remaining seven dragon heads became more and more fierce, and the flames were harsh when they opened their mouths.

"cut!"

A trace of fierceness flashed in the eyes of Zhenjun Xianshen.

There is an almost insurmountable gap between the Supreme Man Realm and the Realm of Realm, not to mention that this young man has not yet reached the peak of the sixth level of heaven in the Supreme Man Realm.

Even if the magic tricks he used were not enough to shake the power of the real person.

Slashed by one sword.

The flames spit out by the seven faucets immediately tore apart two halves from them, like a cut cloth.

The True Lord Xianshen flew out from the gap in the middle and stabbed him with a sword.

The sword stabbed between the two corners of one of the dragon heads, cut into a layer of hard objects that looked like rooster bones, and then cut them open.

This fire dragon has only six heads left.

Qingyuan's expression remained unchanged and he said to himself: "The power is still three points higher than the eight fire dragon paths I used to use."

If it weren't for the blessing of the ancient mirror that the fire dragon's power was great, I'd probably have been killed by a sword. Why would it have such awesome power?

The True Lord Xianshen slashed the third dragon head with one sword, turned his head to look at Qingyuan, and said, "What else do you have?"

The eight fire dragons have gone three of them, and although the remaining five dragon heads have no mutual benefit, the power is weakened, which is no longer half as high as before.

Next, with the sword of the Xianshen True Lord, I am afraid that he will destroy these eight fire dragons.

It is precisely because of this that he is fearless and can even be distracted to ask Qingyuan a sentence full of contempt.

"Of course there are still..." Qingyuan did not use the Yuanling Grabbing Hand and the Qinglong Yuan Transformation Technique and other methods. He was the immortal Taoist technique and did not dare to slack off at all, but this did not mean that he was already trying his best to take action and had no spare strength. The reason why he was the immortal Taoist technique was the immortal Taoist technique was that he was cautious enough for this real person.

In his hands, there are naturally methods that are no less than those of the Taoist techniques of immortals.

For example...Shenbao Tianhe!

The rumbling sound was like a surging river, rolling upside down.

In the river, there are many weapons floating and sinking, including one magic sword, two top-grade magic weapons, and seven ordinary magic weapons, forming a spire shape, with the sword blade as the spire, sandwiched in the river of heaven, and stabbing the true king of Xianshen.

In the sky, the True Lord of Yishen suddenly shouted loudly, and the sword slashed the six heads of the Fire Dragon, turned to the Shenbao Tianhe, and saw the extremely familiar magic sword inside. In a trance, he saw the child who was originally holding the sword in his hand.

"The Sword of the Pure Land..."

He was a little dazed, and the divine treasure Tianhe was approaching.

But after all, it was a real person. His mind recovered in an instant and he slashed towards the Heavenly River of Shenbao with one sword.

As the saying goes, the water flows even more when you draw a knife. Even if it is a sharp weapon, it cannot cut off the water flow.

But in the hands of this real person, it is obviously impossible to judge by common sense.

So this sword cut open the Shenbao Tianhe.

The Shenbao Tianhe suddenly diverted here, flowing from the left and right sides of the Xianshen Zhenjun.

The "top" formed by the Sword of the Pure Bliss in the river is still directed at the True Lord Xianshen, but it has been resisted by the Ice God Sword of the True Lord Xianshen.

Looking at the familiar magic sword, the true Lord of Yi Shen suddenly became angry.

Just as I was about to speak, I was about to take action.

Suddenly the sea water rose.

Hundreds of feet tall!

This is the Qingyuan Fortune, which is a major trend of mountains and rivers, and a stream of water that flows out in a radius of dozens of feet, like a water column, rushing hundreds of feet high.

This water pillar supported Qingyuan and came to the eyes of the True Lord Xianshen.

"you……"

A sudden flash of the eyes of the True Lord of Yi Shen.

Qingyuan had already raised a white jade ruler and called it here.

When the magic power was activated, a thunder pattern appeared on the forearm, and then it flowed to the white jade ruler. From the end of the ruler, it suddenly turned into a red divine thunder!

"Junior..."

The face of the Zhenjun Xianshen changed slightly, and the Ice God Sword resisted the Sword of Bliss, while he let go of something and turned into a colorless light curtain.

The divine thunder struck it, and the light curtain trembled continuously, but the divine thunder finally dissipated and opened.

The True Lord of Xianshen breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, after the divine thunder, a palm came over.

There were five-colored lights in the palm of his hand. When the divine thunder hit, suddenly, the light curtain ripples fluctuated and many cracks emerged.

"The True Lord..."

Qingyuan reached over the light curtain with this hand and headed towards the True Lord of Yishen.

The True Lord of Xianshen tried his best to activate his magic power, and the Ice God Sword finally shook the Pure Land Sword in the Heavenly River of Shenbao, so he returned to the sword and wanted to cut off Qingyuan's arm.

However, at this moment, a golden light suddenly flashed in front of Qingyuan's eyes.

Mandrill Divine Eyes!

The True Lord Xianshen suddenly settled there, and his whole body turned into a stone statue. However, in an instant, the stone layer outside his body suddenly shattered.

But it was this momentary delay.

Qingyuan's palm was already pressed on his shoulder and he held it hard.

The skeleton of the shoulder of Zhenjun Xianshen suddenly shattered, and his face suddenly changed.

Qingyuan did not stop, but pressed down hard, pressing the real person in the sky down the clouds.

The water column that surged hundreds of feet high was oppressing towards the Zhenjun of Xianshen.

Even if it is a real person, it is quite difficult to face such a scene.

"you……"

The face of Xianshen Zhenjun changed. He never expected that this young man was so skilled... However, no matter how profound his skills were, he did not completely surpass the real person. According to the principle, Xianshen Zhenjun's own skills were even better than Qingyuan, but since the battle... it is a big mistake to despise his opponent.

If he had not despised Qingyuan, he would not have been attacked from the beginning and had almost no power to fight back.

"Your palm only hurts my shoulder bones after all, and it doesn't hurt my life."

The True Lord Xianshen took a deep breath and said, "Now, I'm coming back to my senses..."

After resting, and putting down your contempt, you will not lose again.

Qingyuan's eyes condensed and the chill flashed.

Suddenly, there was a sudden movement in the north direction.

The True Lord Yi Shen's expression suddenly changed, and he didn't care about avenging his son. He jumped and rose into the air.

Qingyuan was about to attack, but he saw the clouds and mists of Yi Shen Zhenjun heading south and disappeared at the end of the sky in an instant.

If he couldn't intercept, he gave up. So he looked at the light coming from the north, frowned and thought, and said intimately: "The people from Huanhua Pavilion?" (To be continued.)
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