The aura of the peak monster was fluctuating in the ring, the eyes of the dragon lice were as scarlet as blood, and the fangs were as swords as swords.

It bit off a piece of flesh and blood from the dragon, and the dragon lice burst out with endless evil power as soon as it was released.

The big demon dragon was bitten and hurt, shaking its head and tail violently, and opened its big mouth and biting it with the dragon lice.

Two giants fought on the ring, and their huge bodies kept rolling, like two huge wheels. When the wheels rolled by, Chang Sheng and Zhang Baihai were once again connected.

The sword shadow jumped like the murderous intent in his eyes.

The blood sword turned into countless blood shadows, and the stone sword surging with a heavy sword energy as thick as a mountain. The two of them had a sharper attack, and it was difficult to decide the outcome for a moment.

There was a big monster fighting, and the ring became extremely chaotic. The giant beasts sometimes hit the edge of the ring, hitting the barriers of the formation to make a creaking sound.

Long Xiao at the edge of the ring turned pale.

The dragon lice he feared the most did indeed appear, and even the dragon could not resist. After a while, the dragon had already grown in skin and flesh and bones.

Subconsciously retreating, Long Xiao almost fell from the Tang Tower himself. He hurriedly used his spiritual power to stabilize his body, stepped on the flying sword and left the range of the ring.

This fierce battle was too shocking, and Long Xiao was also afraid of being affected. The dragon lice was too fierce, and anyone who got close would be extremely dangerous.

Fierce battles are becoming more and more dangerous.

It was discovered that the great demon dragon was not the opponent of the dragon lice, and Xi Sheng casts the peak spell while controlling the sword.

call!

Suddenly, flames rose and covered the ring. The entire Tang Building turned into a giant candle, and the heat waves soared into the sky.

"Fire method, prairie fire!"

Zhang Baihai's eyes were cold, and he used the prairie flames and even used the sword path. The Shura Blade hid in the flames and attacked the powerful enemy fiercely.

"Cheer the Wind." Changsheng Sword Formation rose again.

The strong wind formed by the sword formation blew out the flames and blew away the Shura Blade, which turned into thousands of blood needles.

"Thunder method, open the sky!"

Zhang Baihai's magic trick changed, pointing to the sky with one hand and pointing the ground with the other hand, which triggered the power of thunder. A lightning appeared in the air, and then a giant axe completely gathered by lightning came through the air.

"Lingyun." Changsheng connects with the Lingyun Sword Formation.

The sword shadow formed a cloud of sword energy above his head. The giant thunder and lightning axe that fell into the clouds made a crackling sound. The lightning through the clouds was only left with arcs of ground, which were offset by the armor formed by Sha Taisui.

"Xuan Poison, break the ban!"

Zhang Baihai's pupils turned dark green in an instant, and a water line was sprayed out with open mouth. The water line collapsed in the air and turned into thousands of water snakes, each with a very toxic force.

"Dragon Control." Chang Sheng used the third form of the sword formation.

The sword energy is connected again, forming a contour of thousands of bubbles, like a thousand prisons, and is sealed before the poisonous snake lands.

The sealed thousands of poisonous gases were bombarded out of the arena by the sword formation, flying into the sky, waiting to disappear. At this time, the figures rose and fell, and the old man Bai Poison said, "Don't waste it, and came to the air to collect all the thousands of poisonous gases."

The natal virulence from the Western Saint is fatal and extremely poisonous to others, but it is a good thing that is difficult to find in the world for Qiu Baisui.

He personally took away these poisons that flew out of the arena, which was a kind of confrontation between the old man of Hundred Poisons and the Western Temple.

Zhang Baihai ignored Qiu Baisui who collected poison, but focused all his energy on the opponent opposite him.

It's just some poison, although it's precious, and can be refined again, but once there is a flaw, the brigade general may usher in a ruthless kill.

"The four sword formations of Qianyun are indeed well-known. There is still a while, I will come and see them!"

A golden light appeared in Zhang Baihai's eyes, and blood was gushing from the long sword. He turned his sword body and shouted in a deep voice: "Shura Blade, Shura Field, Shura Power... Shura Sword Formation!"

In the dull roar, the ancient sword Shura melted into a sea of ​​blood, filling the entire arena. Only a small piece of open space left where Changsheng stood, like an isolated island in the deep sea.

The strange sword formation began to change, the sea of ​​blood surging, and a monster with a head and demon body gathered on the sea, including lions, tigers, wolves, leopards, eagles, elephants, deer and cranes. All shapes were different. The same was that these monsters were all covered in evil spirits, as if evil ghosts crawled out of the underworld, carrying the terrifying power of Shura.

A whole thousand monsters were transformed out by the Shura Sword Formation, and these blood-shaded monsters pointed their scarlet eyes at Chang Sheng.

The dragon lice and the dragon rolled and bitten in the sea of ​​blood. The two giant beasts had no time to help their masters. They tangled like a black wind, and were hard to separate.

Deep in the center of the sea of ​​blood, Changsheng looked around at the countless monsters and pinched the sword skills solemnly.

Zhang Baihai has used the strongest sword formation. The power of the Shura Sword Formation is powerful in the cultivation world. Even if a master of the same level falls into the formation, it will be difficult for him to escape unscathed.

With the pinching of the sword technique, Changsheng fell into an ethereal state during the decisive battle.

The Wuxia Yuanying divided the strange power into the Sword of Eternal Life. This power is astonishingly powerful and extremely delicate perception.

Under the infusion of this power, a trace of echo came from the core of the Sword of Eternity.

That was the sound of the sword.

It comes from this stone sword, also from a thousand years ago.

When Changsheng's Nascent Soul power penetrated the stone sword, in the Burial Flower Valley deep in Qianyun Sect, the Eternal Night Monument suddenly burst out with bloody light, and half of the sky was dyed red!

"The fourth formation..."

A trace of enlightenment appeared in my heart, and a woman appeared in the ethereal realm where Changsheng was. The woman was wearing a blood-red robe, with white hair like snow, standing barefoot, holding a blood-red sword in her hand.

That was the reflection of the ancestor Qianyun, a sword intent that surrounded the sword of the Sword of Eternal Life.

And this sword intent was passed down by the sword holder after a thousand years.

"Thousand Saints..."

Two different voices were revealed from Changsheng's mouth and from the ancestor Qianyun's mouth at the same time.

Two figures that existed in different eras overlapped in one place.

One was a thousand years ago and the other was a thousand years later, as if it had crossed time and space. At this moment, the inheritance power of Qianyun Zhenren reappeared in the world.

The fourth formation of the Qianyun Sword Formation, the Qiansheng Sword Formation!

Boom...boom...boom...boom...

The majestic sword energy surged in the sea of ​​blood, and tall phantoms emerged one after another.

In the phantom, there are Buddhas chanting scriptures, great scholars lying poems, scholars lying scrolls, madmen drinking, warriors performing martial arts, young men watching stars, old men tasting hundreds of herbs...

A whole thousand phantoms transformed into thousands of saints from ancient times to the present, and the power of the thousand saints spread out, just like a thousand-year obsession that surged out from the long river of time, unyieldingly dispersed.

A strange scene appeared on the ring.

Above are the phantoms of Thousand Saints, each with them.

Below is a thousand-headed Shura, with a ferocious roar.

Thousands of saints roared and Shura roared and rose. After the silent collision, the whole world seemed to be still at this moment.

Golden light and blood rolled in the air.

The sea of ​​blood surged towards Gao Tian, ​​and was smashed by the power of Thousand Saints. It seemed to be slowly bombarded, and the ring-shaped cyclones scattered everywhere.

Buzz!!!!!!

The waves of air swept through, and countless tall buildings around the Tang Building collapsed. All the monks surrounding the arena were blown back and could not even open their eyes.

Only those powerful Nascent Souls can still stand in place.

When the dust dissipated, the two figures on the ring reached the edge of the ring, and they fell off the stage just one step away.

Zhang Baihai turned around and glanced behind him, looking at the young man opposite him with a gloomy gaze.

The Shura Sword Formation against the Thousand Sacred Sword Formation, the two of them had their full force to be eliminated by their opponents at the same time. It can be said that the two of them were indifferent to each other until this time.

No one wins, no one loses.

Xi Sheng's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and Chang Sheng's hand holding the sword was almost paralyzed.

The seemingly fierce battle, which was inconsistent with the sound of chewing, was divided into highs and lows.

In the center of the ring, the big mouth of the dragon lice was squirming quickly. The big demon dragon had lost its trace, leaving only a huge pair of white bones left in the ring.

Swallow the monster alive!

The brutal dragon lice ate the great demon dragon of the Western Saint.

Anger surged in Zhang Baihai's heart like a volcano. The big demon dragon was his spiritual beast, and it was actually gnawed into a bone.

A blood light flashed on the Shura Blade, but disappeared the next moment.

Xi Sheng's eyebrows moved, and then the anger on his face gradually disappeared. He stared at Chang Sheng with a gloomy look and said for a while: "You won this game."

If you win, the Western Saint will lose. This scene is unexpected and reasonable.

The great demon dragon was gnawed into white bones, and the Western Saint was at a disadvantage. Unless he used the spiritual treasure, it would be difficult to defeat Changsheng, who had dragon lice helping to fight.

Xi Sheng, who left the arena, raised his lips slightly and said in a whisper that no one heard of.

"Even if you win, you are still a chess piece, and I am the chess player..."

With a strange sneer, Xi Sheng returned to the phoenix chariot. Without the dragon pulling the cart, the phoenix chariot seemed inappropriate.

Chang Sheng, standing on the ring, was once again alone, and opposite him, the still manic dragon lice opened its bloody mouth.
Chapter completed!