"Is the person who comes here strong?"

Ye Chen frowned slightly.

If the person coming was a strong man on the same level as Prime Minister Wei, then he would not be able to intervene in the battle.

The strong men of the Holy Realm fought against each other, and with a slight burst of aura, the sky fell and the earth collapsed, and the void collapsed. If their strength was slightly inferior, let alone intervene in the battle, they would not even be able to get close.

"You are naturally strong. If you weren't strong, you wouldn't dare to catch up with such arrogance."

Prime Minister Wei looked indifferent, "However, as long as those old guys from the Xiaoyue Dynasty don't take action, no one can retain his true identity!"

This tone was absolutely domineering.

He does have this strength and this confidence.

It only takes one stick of incense to make a full calculation.

I saw a figure, catching up with him at an absolutely terrifying speed. The figure suddenly stood in front of the six-winged eagle.

The visitor was a middle-aged man, with a stick-shaped magic weapon engraved with ornate patterns under his feet, his hands behind his back, and his expression appeared to be unhurried and calm.

"Sage of the Stick, Chen Qingsong?"

Seeing the visitor, Prime Minister Wei frowned slightly.

It was obvious that this person had a lot of background, so much so that even Prime Minister Wei felt a certain amount of pressure.

"Prime Minister Wei, why are you in such a hurry after finishing your birthday party in the middle?"

Stick Saint Chen Qingsong stepped into the air, held the stick-shaped magic weapon in his hand, and turned it around twice casually.

Suddenly, a strong and oppressive aura bloomed from the stick-shaped magic weapon.

The void in front of me crackled and shattered.

This is a demonstration.

Stick Saint Chen Qingsong is a reclusive person who lives alone and does not participate in any competition between forces.

But his fighting prowess was so tyrannical that he was killed four times.

There are only a handful of people in the entire Xiaoyue Dynasty who are stronger than him.

In terms of discussion, Chen Qingsong and Wei Xiang are definitely in the middle.

If we really have to fight, we still don't know who will win.

"Where the truth is, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, Chen Qingsong, right?"

Prime Minister Wei's expression was cold. No matter who the other party was, if they dared to block the way, a fight to the death was inevitable.

As for Chen Qingsong's character, he had already heard about it. Although this person usually seemed not to care about anything, if things really related to his vital interests, he would be crazier than anyone else.

Absolutely, difficult to deal with.

"It doesn't matter, but I heard that Prime Minister Wei got a drop of the emperor's blood essence."

Chen Qingsong did not hide his purpose of coming. He suppressed his smile and a greedy look flashed in his eyes.

He really wanted to pocket the essence and blood of the Emperor's Vein.

If the rumors are true, the essence and blood of the Emperor's Bloodline is definitely a valuable treasure, and can even trigger a bloody storm in the Xiaoyue Dynasty.

"The rumors are untrue."

Prime Minister Wei's face was expressionless.

Just because he is unwilling to take action with Chen Qingsong does not mean that he is afraid of the other party.

However, there will be considerable risks if you spend too much time here.

"If the rumors are untrue, why did Prime Minister Wei rush to end the birthday banquet?"

"Why did you send three stand-ins to attract attention, while you secretly assassinated Chen Cang?"

Chen Qingsong smiled coldly, "We are all open-minded people. There is no need to hide some words. Prime Minister Wei, I am bound to get this emperor's blood essence and blood. Since you are stopped by me, there is no need to hand over the emperor's blood essence and blood."

Want to leave."

Prime Minister Wei turned his head and glanced at Ye Chen.

It means, let him step back and avoid being hurt by the aftermath.

"I have long heard that Prime Minister Wei is a master of magic with runes. Today, let me meet with you, the Holy Array Master, to see which one is stronger, your runes or my stick!"

Chen Qingsong shouted loudly and threw his French stick into the air.

In the void, a "click" sound came out.

The entire world was crushed and collapsed under this stick.

After all, he is a master who has killed himself four times, and every move carries an extremely terrifying aura.

The rich spiritual energy is rising.

"snort."

Wei Xiang jumped into the air, snorted coldly, raised his hand to grab it, and a talisman burned in the sky. A thick arm made entirely of spiritual energy suddenly popped out from it, driving a wave that swept everything and hit the French stick.

Boom!

The two collided and made a violent explosion sound.

In the void, the rich spiritual energy continued to burn, making a harsh sound.

Fortunately, the six-winged eagle escaped quickly enough, otherwise under this wave, even the whole body might not have been saved!

Ye Chen was already standing 10,000 meters away, with his feet in the void and his expression a little surprised.

He had a hunch that if he had not avoided it in advance, even with his imperial veins and imperial body, it would be difficult for him to withstand the residual power caused by these two sky-high strikes, and he would most likely be seriously injured.

I never expected that a Saint Realm master would be so powerful!

As expected, he is an existence that has lived for hundreds or thousands of years.

The mere aura of remaining power can suppress all directions and span the sky.

Chen Qingsong twisted his body, and endless afterimages suddenly appeared in the void. He missed the target with one stick, and then shot out another stick. It still had the strong aura of oppressing the world, and hit him head-on with a mighty force weighing ten thousand tons!

Wei Xiang quickly formed a seal with his hands in front of him, his eyes always cold.

puff!

A thunderous lightning shadow suddenly stood up, a hundred meters tall and with a ferocious face.

The lightning phantom stretched out its hands and grasped the French stick in its hands.

Crack!

Then, a bolt of lightning shot out from the eyes of the lightning shadow and struck Chen Qingsong hard.

Teng Teng Teng.

Chen Qingsong stepped into the void and took a few steps back.

He looked down and saw that his chest had been blackened by the lightning, so that his clothes were somewhat torn.

"He is indeed a holy array mage. His use of runes is truly superb."

Chen Qingsong sneered, but before he could make another move, a huge lightning shadow actually reached out his hand, and his fist shook the world like a huge millstone, and struck hard.

boom!

Chen Qingsong blocked the punch with his French stick, and the loud sound echoed in the sky.

His body was shaken back quickly by the huge force.

"You think you can kill me with this little trick, it's impossible!"

Chen Qingsong's body stood between heaven and earth again, with a murderous intent in his eyes.

He also knew that his time was limited and he had to make a quick decision.

After all, he was not the only one who came after Prime Minister Wei.

Once he is unable to retain Prime Minister Wei, it is tantamount to withdrawing from the competition.

After all, there are many powerful men who have killed four times and are coming from all directions.

It can be said that Chen Qingsong is determined to get this imperial blood essence and blood.

He held a stick in both hands and stirred up the wind and clouds as he swung it.

Tsk tsk tsk!

In the void, a huge vortex appeared, spinning, squirming, and deafening.

The rich black aura roared and boiled inside.

"Holy Grade Kung Fu Technique?"

Seeing this scene, Wei Xiang's expression finally became serious.
Chapter completed!