Tian Yuan

Chapter 1998 Li Ge

The sword's splendor tore the sky apart. It was like the Milky Way wandering through the universe.

Wonderful sights suddenly appeared in various places on the battlefield.

The strange light was as brilliant as fireworks, dazzling and eye-catching, and the specific situation in the core area of ​​​​the battlefield could not be seen.

In another confrontation, Chu Mo smashed down from top to bottom with the huge hammer in both hands. His divine power poured out and was unstoppable.

Chen Qingyuan, who was standing below, remained calm and responded with the sword in his hand.

This is the eleventh form of swordsmanship, Qionghua.

The meaning of transcendence is not of this world.

The moment the sword flashed, the turbulent divine power all collapsed, as fragile as tender tofu, and could be crushed by the slightest touch.

Before the two imperial weapons, the war hammer and the purple sword, came into close contact, their powers were already in fierce confrontation.

No matter how terrifying the force of the hammer was, it couldn't hit Chen Qingyuan at all at this moment. It was being consumed quickly, like a balloon with a big hole in it.

Rumble-

After only a few breaths, Chu Mo felt his hands go numb. No matter how much strength he put in, it was useless. He was about to be unable to withstand this sword that seemed to come from the sky.

Tear——Shua——

A flash of cold light flashed, shattering the sky where Chu Mo was, causing his body to fall, as if he had fallen into the netherworld. Moreover, Chu Mo's body lost balance, and a very obvious sword mark appeared on the war hammer, about five inches long.

The hammer seemed to make a sound of pain, but it was very faint and not easily noticed.

This sword not only broke Chu Mo's full-strength attack, but also put him at a disadvantage, causing damage to the warhammer in his hand.

To show respect, Chen Qingyuan would naturally not stop.

He leaped up to a high place.

This time, it was Chen Qingyuan's turn to look down on others.

"Li Ge."

His lips opened and a soft word came out of his mouth.

Immediately, Chen Qingyuan's right hand moved, and new Taoist ideas condensed on the surface of the Zijun Sword, and its sharpness became stronger than before.

The so-called farewell song is both to remember the past and to welcome the new life.

In a trance, the figures of old friends appeared before Chen Qingyuan's eyes again, and the voices of old friends rang in his ears, so familiar, yet so distant.

Farewell to old friends, playing farewell songs.

With a slight flick of the wrist, the sound of a piano seems to rise, which seems to be there and not there, penetrating into the heart.

Sometimes it is like a gust of wind, sometimes it is like a drizzle.

If possible, Chen Qingyuan really wanted to have a farewell drink with his old friends and say, "Gentlemen, please go slowly."

Face past failures calmly and apologize to old friends for letting down their trust and dedication.

The sadness and longing in his eyes disappeared in a flash.

The look in his eyes changed, becoming extremely firm and unshakable.

Just as Chen Qingyuan gently waved the Zijun Sword, a blurry ancient painting appeared behind him. Inside the painting was a divine bridge intertwined with thousands of rules, and there were twenty-seven human figures.

The figure in the picture is very similar to Chen Qingyuan.

To be precise, that was the former Chen Qingyuan.

At this moment, the past and present Chen Qingyuan were somehow connected and looked at each other at the same time.

Across time and space, they were able to have this incredible eye contact.

Then, the blurry ancient painting of strange scenery melted into the sky and earth, just when Chen Qingyuan drew his sword.

Clang——hum——

The twelfth move is Li Ge, which descends into the human world guided by the Zijun sword.

In an instant, Chu Mo's body was firmly restrained by an unknown force. Not to mention resisting, he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

If we talk about the previous fight, Chu Mo and Chen Qingyuan were 30-70. Although Chu Mo was at a disadvantage, he still had the strength to fight. As long as he found the right opportunity, he could pose a great threat to Chen Qingyuan.

At this moment, the situation is completely different.

Chu Mo was like a mortal who fell into the sea. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the icy sea water. His strength was quickly exhausted and he gradually sank to the bottom of the sea. The feeling of suffocation followed, causing great pain to his body and soul.

This sword contains Chen Qingyuan's understanding of life, and the energy it contains far exceeds any previous sword style.

If Chu Mo was in his prime, he might be able to hold on. Unfortunately, his protective armor was shattered into pieces, and his body was covered with scars, and he had reached the limit of his body.

In this state, there is no way to defend.

In addition to the suffocating feeling of facing the sword that was about to stab at him, Chu Mo also felt an indescribable feeling of tiredness in his heart.

It’s so tiring to walk all the way.

Chu Mo was completely suppressed. It would take at least a dozen breaths for him to break the restraints on his body.

After a dozen or so breaths, Chen Qingyuan had no idea how many terrifying sword intentions he could swing out.

"It's not shameful to lose to him."

A thought suddenly came to Chu Mo's mind. He stared at Chen Qingyuan above him, without a trace of fear in his eyes. He was extremely calm, accepting the reality.

Death is nothing to be afraid of.

Chu Mo felt somewhat guilty for failing to live up to the expectations of everyone in the tribe. However, he did not blame himself, but only blamed his opponent for being too evil, thinking: "I really tried my best."

At the same time, the heart of the God Clan's ancestor Ouyang Cang suddenly trembled, his face changed in shock, and an extremely strong sense of crisis swept through his body, as if he was being stared at by countless poisonous snakes. He broke out in a cold sweat and was terrified.

"No! He must be stopped!"

Ouyang Cang originally planned to take action after three moves, but now he had to change his mind.

If we do not intervene, the consequences will be unpredictable.

Ouyang Cang, who had already prepared his killing move, rushed towards Chen Qingyuan without any hesitation.

The Zhenshen Bow was always on guard against Ouyang Cang and shot arrows with the bow at full strength.

These things happened almost at the same time.

Boom!

Ouyang Cang threw the spear in his hand directly, and in the blink of an eye it pierced through the sky for countless miles and locked onto Chen Qingyuan's head. He was unstoppable and full of murderous intent.

As for Ouyang Cang himself, he burned his own life force and blood just to get to Chu Mo's position as quickly as possible and protect him.

Whoosh! Chi!

The arrow shot from the Zhenshen Bow penetrated Ouyang Cang's body barrier, leaving a significant wound on his body.

The situation was so urgent that Ouyang Cang did not have the extra energy to deal with the attack from the Zhenshen Bow. He took the blow head-on and suffered minor skin injuries, but the impact was not serious.

Clank——rip——

After Chen Qingyuan slashed at Chu Mo with his sword, he swung the sword to his side without hesitation, and it happened to collide with the spear that was rushing towards him.

Boom——

On one side, Ouyang Cang blocked the terrifying sword intent for Chu Mo, and on the other side, Chen Qingyuan fought head-on with the sudden attacking spear.

The chaos on the battlefield cannot be described in words.

Billions of divine lights bloom like fireworks, and countless rules rush like rushing rivers.

The space collapsed and reorganized, then collapsed again, over and over again, as if it would never stop.