Qing Ming

Boo!

The Golden Crow Emperor fought fiercely with a black-robed god king holding a long staff at a height of hundreds of feet. From time to time, two jets of black air like ink shot out from the eye holes, and it seemed that he was evenly matched with the Golden Crow Emperor.

A gust of intense cold air burst out from the center of the black-robed god king. Even if Liu Qiankun was hundreds of feet away, he could feel a cold cold air rushing towards his face, which was much colder than that emitted by the old popsicle. If it is thousands of times higher, the surrounding air forms a cold mist and drifts with the wind, but it never solidifies and falls. Liu Qiankun has a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and murmured: "This misty hair is also Know how to play with this god king."

The three-legged Golden Crow Emperor was fighting the black-robed god king with his powerful body, using only the three most primitive attack methods of beak pecking, wing fan, and claw sweeping, but he did not use its strongest nirvana. Lan Yan, every time the black-robed god king swung his staff to strike the Golden Crow Emperor, he would fan him several feet away with his wings, and blow back all the black air that shot out from the skull.

On the ice field hundreds of feet away, there is still a large group of Aila Afghan gods holding various artifacts. They are looking up at the battle between gods and birds in midair, but no one dares to go forward to find the ice The Arctic god king in front of the palace was uncomfortable, maybe they were waiting for the patriarch to defeat the divine bird in the air before they stepped forward to attack together.

"Xiao Huang, leave this guy for me to try the sword!" Liu Qiankun thought, and he jumped up on tiptoe, and pulled out the hilt with a flick of his hand. Cold sword leaves, sword leaves condensed by the power of the law of pure killing.

The Golden Crow Emperor and his master are connected with each other, and it only takes one thought to communicate with each other hundreds of meters away. He immediately raised his head and let out a long cry, and flapped his wings fiercely, and slammed two hurricanes at the black-robed king, and his huge body followed the trend. It swooped down and left the position to its master in an instant, so it was at a disadvantage to play with the group of gods watching the fire from the other side.

The pupils of the black-robed god king suddenly dilated, his figure fell down, and he flew down behind the Golden Crow Emperor with a long staff in his hand.

"Naughty beast, where are you going!" With a stick splitting the air, a thick column of air carried billowing black air, roaring sharply towards the Golden Crow Emperor. In the heart of escape, he naturally had the idea of ​​taking the opportunity to get rid of this divine bird.

In a blink of an eye, Liu Qiankun appeared between the black-robed God King and the Golden Crow Emperor with his sword. When he raised his hand, the long sword in his palm chopped out a blazing spear, but when he heard a snort, the majestic column of air was blown away. The sword energy emitted by Liu Qiankun split from it, and the billowing black energy split into two in front of Feng Yun Wuji's body, flew from both sides, almost simultaneously, and divided into several sections horizontally.

The black-robed god-king paused abruptly, stopped his downward rush, and stared at the "North God-king" approaching in front of him with a cool face, his black robe instantly swelled up. The burly body suddenly grew bigger.

"North God King?" An indifferent voice came from the mouth of the black-robed God King, but two groups of hot flames flashed in his eyes.After learning that his only son had been abolished, the Aila Afghan king was completely mad, and he wanted to let the North Pole God King bear his boundless anger.

Liu Qiankun's eyes were focused on the strange sword, and he didn't pay attention to the murderous black-robed god king not far away. He was not satisfied with the sword just now. I lost all contact with myself, although the power is not bad, it is still too far away from what I expected, thinking about it, I couldn't help frowning.

"This god is Otoma, the lord of the Aila Afghan tribe. 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 Speaking of the God King of the North Pole, but the God King of the North Pole didn't realize it, just frowning and looking at the long sword in his hand.

"If you want to fight, you can fight. There's so much wordiness here." Liu Qiankun raised his head fiercely, raised his hand with a sword, and a domineering and cold killing spirit broke out from the sword, slashing obliquely towards Otoma's chest.

Otoma's pupils shrank, and he raised his long staff horizontally, a cloud of black mist spewed out from the mouth of the white skull, and there was only a whistling sound piercing the air, and thousands of fine lines flashed out of the black mist. The streamer was actually a dark red long needle as thin as a cow's hair.This is exactly his most proud ultimate move, the Thousand Souls Seizing Soul Needle.

The long needles that look as thin as a cow's hair are actually made of living souls. In order to refine this vicious artifact, Ottoma traveled in the God Realm for 10 years.Relying on his cultivation base, he beheaded tens of thousands of god-level powerhouses, imprisoned their souls in thin needles, tempered them with the secret method of the clan, and finally gathered ten thousand needles.

Once the needle is inserted into the body, it will follow the blood vessels and rush straight to the primordial spirit in the brain region, stabbing it to death. It is an extremely vicious creature, and there are tens of thousands of ten thousand soul grabbing coins hidden in the skull at the end of the stick. soul needle.At the beginning, he used this artifact to seize the position of patriarch and made tens of thousands of Aila Afghans bow their heads.

Liu Qiankun is also a god-level cultivation base, but he has comprehended the power of two kinds of laws. Naturally, his cultivation base cannot be compared with Otto Ma. He stepped back quickly with the Demon God's Nine Changes, and swung the long sword in his hand. , Blossoming blazing sword lotuses burst out of the air, and bumped into the densely packed flying needles.

Chi Chi Chi!

The blossoming sword lotus collided with the flying needles and exploded into fragments. At the same time, countless flying needles became bent and shot in all directions, breaking points with their faces. The sword lotus naturally took advantage of it, but the two sword lotuses seemed to break through Otoma's defense, but they lost their aim less than a foot away from him, and were shot into the sky like a shooting star by his long staff.

"Hey! People regard it as a treasure, but it is like a chicken rib in my palm. Compared with the Qingming Sword, this magic weapon is really inferior..." Liu Qiankun sighed in his heart, and couldn't help but look back at the seat under him. The ice grave, which was motionless, then folded its body and swept towards that Otoma as fast as lightning.

Seeing that the magic needle that he had worked so hard for 10 years was destroyed by the "God King of the North Pole", Otoma's face darkened, and a black light swung his long staff in his hand, and he shouted angrily: "Destroy my magic needle, today the king will be with you!" I will never die." A streak of black light burst out of the air, rushing towards the North Pole God King with his full of anger.

Clang!Canopy!

Liu Qiankun drew his long sword, and the sword body turned into a puff of mist and scattered. Just now, he wanted to use ten thousand waves to break through the enemy, but he did not expect that the sword body transformed by the power of law could not withstand a million vibrations, and the awning scattered in all directions He drove away, leaving only a bare hilt in his hand. In desperation, he could only call out the Chaos Cauldron Armor to resist this earth-shattering blow.

Boom!

Tens of thousands of stick shadows bombarded Liu Qiankun's body together, and even with the body armor of the Chaos Cauldron, he was blown upside down like a dilapidated doll...

(Brothers, last night's chapter involved a certain high-ranking person's name taboo, which directly harmonizes the society. I was depressed all night, and today I broke out to make it up!)