What a vast soul pressure! With just a snap of a finger, everything has changed.

Feeling this pressure, everyone except Luo Ge trembled.

"The Great Perfection of the Spiritual King of the First Level... To be able to achieve this level of cultivation at over a hundred years old is already a very good talent. Mr. Xiaoyao, Mr. Yun Fan, we are in big trouble this time." Shui Zekong's face was solemn, and his eyes were condensed.

A touch of unwillingness.

Previously, Cheng Gang had only shown the fourth-level cultivation of the Great Spiritual Master. Now he has leapt to a higher level, which is a bit tricky. Although the four major evil cults he had eliminated in the past had some cultivation,

Although he was higher than himself, he could barely injure him and kill him. But today, this guy is actually at the level of spiritual king. Not to mention whether he can defeat Cheng Gang, if he can injure him severely, he will be immortal.

God has favored me.

Because from the beginning of earth-level cultivation, although humans can fight across levels, they will inevitably injure the enemy a thousand times and lose 800 to themselves. He is a businessman who engages in business. Such a loss-making business, he went back after being kicked in the head by a donkey.

Do.

But when he thought about not being able to get rid of the son of the cult, Shui Zekong felt itchy with hatred.

"It's just the Spirit King, so what's there to do?" When the injury recovered, Wei Wuhen summoned the Longquan Sword, and pointed the cold blade directly at Cheng Gang. But he saw him smiling loudly, "In the name of Longquan, I will prove the sword heart!"

But I ask all the heavens and worlds to lend me the sword energy to use it!"

He slowly raised Long Quan, and for a moment the sword light flashed, and thunder roared between heaven and earth. A low dragon roar suddenly entered everyone's minds.

The shadow of a golden dragon rushed from the sky, coiling around the corner of Wei Wuhen's head. Then, in full view of everyone, it suddenly melted into the Longquan Sword. In a daze, everyone could faintly see the dragon pattern on the Longquan Sword, which seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

The hair came to life.

And Wei Wuhen's soul pressure suddenly increased to a level that shocked everyone.

"It is said that when Ou Yezi forged the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss, also known as the Longquan Sword, he incorporated the royal blood of the prehistoric dragon clan. Those who obtain this sword can rely on the dragon blood contained in the sword body to borrow the remaining dragon clan cultivation sword energy in the world. I

I have only read it in ancient books and always thought it was a rumor. When I saw it today, the rumor turned out to be true!" Xiao Huirong's tone began to tremble slightly as he stared at the slightly trembling dragon pattern on the Longquan sword.

Luo Ge pursed his lips and said nothing.

The dragon's blood, but that guy's blood?

In the past, the two of them were brothers and sisters. Today, Long Yuan appears again and falls into his hands, so that guy should wake up.

"Spirit King First Level?" Cheng Gang regained his breath and his appearance changed into a Taoist priest wearing Yin and Yang Taoist robes. He looked greedily at the long sword in Wei Wuhen's hand and licked the corners of his lips, "Like this

It would be a waste to return a good long sword to you. Why don't you give it to me so that you can find a good owner for it!" After he finished speaking, he saw him holding out a long sword and running towards Wei Wuhen.

Wei Wuhen showed no fear, held the dragon spring in his hand, and ran towards Cheng Gang with all his strength through the lightning and flint. The two swords clashed, and their sharp edges were revealed. The awe-inspiring sword energy spread out in all directions, shaking many people to the point where they could not stand.

Is this a battle between earth-level cultivators? Xiao Huirong looked at it, his eyes full of shock and excitement.

When Li Die'er saw that her husband's identity was exposed, she no longer cared about it. She looked at He Ping and at the same time nodded and changed her appearance into a Yin-Yang Taoist. She offered her weapons and was about to step forward to help.

Shui Zekong and Qi Jiu, with quick eyes and quick hands, used their backhands to attack Zhong Li and Feng Ming. One held a sword and the other played the harp, blocking their path in just a moment.

"How dare you, an ignorant kid, block your aunt's way?" Li Die'er smiled coldly, her eyes suddenly sank, and a similar aura as Cheng Gang's erupted.

When He Ping saw her showing off her strength, he no longer hesitated. But the aura he spread was even higher than that of Cheng Gang and his wife.

"The Great Perfection of the Ninth Level of the Spiritual King!" Xiao Huirong's face suddenly turned pale.

The one with the highest level of cultivation among them is only the Great Spiritual Master who has reached the ninth level of heaven, and this guy is actually the ninth level of spiritual king. Now, he is probably going to fall into trouble here. It’s a pity that he hasn’t married his wife yet.

My wife and children who had not yet passed away were going to die miserably on this deserted battlefield in Laoshizi!

"Aze, use the spirit sword array, use the sound to drive the sword energy, and use the spirit of heaven and earth to suppress him temporarily." Qi Jiu was slightly shocked in his heart, but his face was still as gentle and indifferent as before. After calming down, he

He spoke quickly. He turned his head to look at Luo Ge, who was stuck on the spot, and frowned slightly. However, he knew that he could not allow himself to be distracted at this moment, and he had to fully cooperate with Aze, so he had to turn his gaze away again.

Shuizekong didn't say much. He held out a wine gourd with his backhand, took a sip and threw Chongli away.

Qi Jiu held the piano with one hand and tightened the strings with the other. The clanging sound of the piano poured out. Sound waves visible to the naked eye fell on the Chongli sword, causing it to transform into countless sword auras and spread out with extremely powerful pressure.

Fight!

When Xiao Huirong, Lin Ce and Ge Wenrui saw Qi Jiu and Shui Zekong taking action, they gritted their teeth and drew out their weapons, then scattered and rushed over to attack them with all their strength.

"Hmph, it doesn't hurt or itch." Li Dieer looked into her enchanting eyes, with a hint of disdain in her eyes.

Seeing the crowd starting to fight, Luo Ge just watched quietly, staying still in place, like a scarecrow.

People die for money, and birds die for food. She can kill an entire village for her own selfish desires, and she can secretly harm others for her own selfish desires. In fact, she is also deliberately approaching them for her own selfish desires, just for that matter.

In the same pile of corn, there are good and bad ones. The same is true for people.

They each have their own private thoughts, and for the sake of that small hope, they still have to fight back even though they know they can't defeat them.

This is not stupidity, this is a kind of stubbornness towards life.

"So" Luo Ge, who was as calm as water, slowly raised his head, his eyes as clear as water but indifferent were directed into the sky, an ethereal voice slowly sounded, and he opened his lips lightly and said, "God of Immortality, have you seen it?"

"God of longevity, have you seen it?"

This sentence echoed around the world, and everyone heard it clearly.

"Pretend to be a ghost!" Cheng Gang fell not far away and saw Luo Ge standing quietly, he rolled his eyes in disdain and sneered.

A long sword suddenly grazed the tip of his nose. The sharp blade cut off all the hair on Cheng Gang's forehead.

"Who gave you the courage to lose your mind when fighting me?" Wei Wuhen took Longquan back and saw cold sweat breaking out on Cheng Gang's face, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and there was undisguised murderous intent and disgust in his eyes.

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"How dare a young boy call himself me?" Cheng Gang smiled coldly, picked up the sword, changed his pace, and approached Wei Wuhen with a violent aura.

"I forgot to tell you my name. My name is Wei Wuhen." He spat out the last three words one by one, and the curve of Wei Wuhen's lips became wider and wider, but there was still no warmth at all. "You said, I
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