Infinite blue dust whisks and Taoist robes layer upon layer covered the iron knife that fell from the sky.
Bie Yanghong's side was full of traces of Wujian piercing through the air, like a rainstorm.
The White Tiger God General stabbed down with his iron spear.
Just as Tsing Yi guest expected, this shot failed to pierce Chen Changsheng's body.
An incomparably sacred breath radiated out, and the National Religion Scepter appeared behind him, blocking such a violent but insidious blow!
The White Tiger God General let out a stern shout, his true energy surged up, and the iron spear pierced the sacred radiance, and went towards Chen Changsheng.
With a soft clang, Chen Changsheng swung his sword in front of him, and fought head-on with the White Tiger God General, his face turned even paler.
At this moment, a breath appeared on the cliff.
This breath is hard to describe in words. It has a peculiar smell. The smell is very strong, but it is not smelly. It just makes people feel extremely scary.
It seems to have the fishy smell of sea water, and it also smells like the blood from the beast fish in the sea water after their fins have been cut off.
This aura is so powerful, so powerful that it suppresses even the sacred aura emanating from the Scepter of the State Religion!
This breath came from the Tsing Yi guest.
At the last moment, he didn't need to cover up any more, and radiated his breath wildly to the world, showing an unimaginably powerful realm!
The ascetics of the small sects standing beside him vomited blood and fell to the ground after being shocked by this extremely domineering aura.
From a long distance, the Tsing Yi guest struck Chen Changsheng's back with a palm!
In the sky on the cliff flat, a giant blue palm appeared, carrying the smell of sea wind and blood, it roared and fell through the air, blasting towards the top of Chen Changsheng's head.
This cyan giant palm contained extremely terrifying power, and it fell down like a sea!
Compared with Tsing Yi Ke's method, Wu Wun Bi's Jie Tian Lian Hai is much weaker in comparison!
Feeling this breath, looking at the man in green, Xu Yourong's face turned pale, wondering where this strong man came from!
Tsing Yi Ke is much stronger than Wu Wun Bi's realm, and of course he is a real strong man who has been immersed in the sacred realm for many years.
The problem is that there are not many such strong men in the entire continent, who doesn't know them
The aura of this green-clothed guest obviously does not belong to anyone. Where did this person come from
Tang Thirty-six, Gou Hanshi, Hu Sanshier and other priests and the disciples of Nanxizhai were all stunned, unable to make a sound.
Fighting against the white tiger general with a seriously injured body, and being ambushed by such a terrifying powerhouse in the sacred domain, it seems to anyone that Chen Changsheng has fallen into a desperate situation.
Who can save him at this time
Is the animal horde in Zhouyuan or Nanke? Or those heavenly tome tablets on his wrist
No, none of these will work.
The realm strength of that green-clothed guest is too terrifying!
All of a sudden, the saber power surged in the sky, and the falling clear light seemed to be coated with a layer of cold light.
Obviously, Wang Po sensed the aura and murderous intent of the man in green, and wanted to break through the lotus sea and come out to save Chen Changsheng.
The dust whisk is broken, and the iron knife will fall.
But still not down.
The clear light fell on the cliff flat, and the sharp saber intent also fell at the same time.
The strange man in Tsing Yi remained unmoved.
He counted very clearly.
Three breaths are three breaths.
Infinity Bi can at least stop that iron knife for three breaths.
When he killed Chen Changsheng, the sword that fell from the sky might injure him a little, but what was that
Infinite Bi and Bianyanghong must join forces with him if they want to bear the crime of killing the Pope.
The three experts in the sacred field join forces, no matter how strong the iron knife is, what can it do
No matter how cautious Xiang Wang was, wouldn't he still be able to see the situation clearly by then
With the disposition of the Chen royal family, he will inevitably end up in person and attempt to make the first contribution.
There is no doubt that Wang Po will die!
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Wang Po is dead.
The Pope is dead.
The saint is dead.
Li Palace is broken.
The Virgin Peak was silent.
State religion declined.
Baidi City is already in my hands.
The old city of Xiexue is used to control the imperial court.
Be one-third of the world.
Divide the world evenly.
Finally dominate the world!
This extremely beautiful picture has been imagined by him and his people for many years, and secretly sketched for many years.
Today finally ushered in a very grand start.
The Tsing Yi guest's eyes are still cold, but the deepest flame called ambition has already started to burn.
As long as his palm falls, no matter what magic weapon or even the sacred weapon of the state religion Chen Changsheng is carrying, he will be smashed into powder together.
He was prepared to lose several fingers for this.
However.
next moment.
A bright red color suddenly appeared on that incomparably beautiful picture!
All the patterns, such as the golden horse and the iron horse, such as the Shinto walking, such as the ghost in the abyss, are all blurred by the red paint, and can no longer be seen clearly!
The red color became more and more vivid, as if it was about to turn into blood.
The flame deep in Tsing Yi Ke's eyes suddenly went out.
Because his palm failed to fall.
Chen Changsheng did not die.
Blocking his palm is a small red flower.
All the red he saw came from this.
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An extremely dull voice fell into the ears of everyone on the cliff.
The sound was like hitting wet cotton wool, like falling mud, like a piece of red wet.
A small red flower appeared behind Chen Changsheng.
Then, it began to bloom, bloomed, produced countless petals, swaggered up, and supported the giant blue light palm that fell from the sky.
The light and shadow suddenly became chaotic, the murderous intent suddenly rose, and the eyes and pupils of the guest in Tsing Yi shrank suddenly.
Of course he knew the little red flower.
All ascetics know that little red flower.
This little red flower has been tied to the pink little finger for many years in the past.
It wasn't until today that the string and the black hole vortex formed by the falling starstone were destroyed together that Xiaohonghua was free and could do whatever she wanted.
But where the little red flower goes and what to do, of course, it still has to obey the master's wishes.
It suddenly appeared behind Chen Changsheng, blocking the killing blow of the Tsing Yi guest, which naturally meant that it was differently red.
Why did Bie Yanghong suddenly rescue Chen Changsheng
One must know that Chen Changsheng is his son-killing enemy, even if Chen Changsheng expressed his willingness to leave with him for the last time, which caused him to have some doubts, why did it come to this
The guest in Tsing Yi couldn't figure out why, and didn't continue to think about it.
Because thinking takes time.
As a strong person in the sacred field, he can calculate the cause and effect of many things in a very short period of time with just a slight thought.
But Tsing Yi Ke knew that he couldn't even waste this little time.
The time for the three breaths is really short, and it arrives in a blink of an eye.
The guest in Tsing Yi flew off the cliff without hesitation, without even taking another look at the scene.
He no longer cared whether the White Tiger God General was able to kill Chen Changsheng, or whether King Xiang was ready to attack.
His movement was like a wind and thunder, his clothes fluttered, shattering the green tree, and he went hundreds of feet away in an instant.
However, that little red flower seemed to have some kind of spirituality. After shattering the giant blue light palm that fell from the sky, it suddenly disappeared from the spot and went to the air beyond the cliff, and the petals were scattered like pieces. It covered the sky for miles around like rain, blocking the way of the Tsing Yi guest.
Each bright red petal contains extremely terrifying power, as heavy as a mountain.