Ye Qiu held the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, his body trembled, his face pale as paper, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Ning Fan, who was watching the battle from a distance, was frightened: "Master!"

Changmei Zhenren said in a deep voice: "Don't panic, there is no big problem."

What, this is not a big problem?

Ning Fan turned his head and looked at the long-browed real man, and found that the latter was gnawing on the golden crow meat, his mouth full of oil.

On the other hand, the old Jin Crow King also looked very embarrassed.

Although he broke through the sword formation, he paid a considerable price. The left wing was almost cut off by Qi Gen, and only two of the three golden feet were left. His feathers were charred and fell off. How could he have the majesty of a quasi-emperor strong man?

"Leaves! Grow! Live!"

Every word of the old Jin Crow King was filled with a huge hatred, and his scarlet eyes stared at Ye Qiu: "I want to make you live and die."

Ye Qiu wiped the blood off the corners of his mouth and smiled gloomyly: "Old bird, you look like a roast chicken now."

"You--" The old Jin Crow King was so angry that he trembled all over, and another stream of golden blood spurted out of the wound on his broken wings.

The sea breeze whistled, rolling up blood mist in the sky.

Two powerful men confronted each other from a distance, one was weak in breath but had high fighting spirit, and the other was covered in bruises but had even more murderous intentions.

As for the guards of the Golden Crow tribe on the island, they were all lying on the ground, trembling.

The Changmei Zhenren took a sip of wine, quietly sent a message to Ye Qiu, and said, "Little bastard, why don't you take a break and I'll waste that guy's energy?"

"No." Ye Qiu refused decisively.

He knew very well that with the strength of Changmei Zhenren, he could only be abused against the powerful quasi-emperor.

Besides, he fought with the old Jin Crow King this time, firstly to avenge the seniors of the Qingyun Sword Sect, and secondly to test his combat power.

If Changmei Real People helps, how can he test his combat power?

"Okay, be careful, this old guy is about to explode." Changmei Zhenren reminded.

At this time, the old Jin Crow King was bathed in the sun's divine fire, his broken wings and lost feet were quickly reborn, and his injuries recovered in a blink of an eye.

Ye Qiu did not hesitate and ran the Nine-Turn Divine Dragon Art. The true qi wandered through the meridians and his injuries were healed in an instant.

The two stared at each other, and the terrifying murderous intent spread out from them, covering the sky.

"Ye Changsheng, how do you want to die?" asked the old Jin Crow King in a cold voice, his voice as if the Nine Nether Hells had come, and it was biting cold.

Ye Qiu sneered and asked back, "Old guy, how do you want to die?"

Dong!

The old Jin Crow King stepped out, and the void under his feet exploded. He said sternly: "Things that are overestimating one's ability are not worthy of mercy!"

Before he finished speaking, the golden spear in his hand suddenly pierced out, and the tip of the spear burst out with a blazing divine light, like a big sun passing through the sky, and the space wherever he passed was cracking inch.

"kill!"

Ye Qiu was not afraid at all. Xuanyuan Sword burst into bright golden light, and slashed out with one sword. The sword energy was like a dragon, facing the old Golden Crow King.

"boom!"

The collision of guns and swords was like a comet hitting the earth. A terrifying shock wave swept across all directions. The sea was shaken out of huge waves, and the surrounding void continued to collapse, just like the end of the world. The scene was extremely terrifying.

The two were about to part with each other and collided again.

"Clang!Clang!Clang!"

The gun shadow is like a dragon, the sword light is like lightning, and in just a few breaths, the two of them have fought thousands of moves.

The collision speed was extremely fast, and the naked eye could not capture their figures. They could only see the constant splashing of Mars and the explosion of storms in the void.

"puff!"

Ye Qiu's shoulder was rubbed by the tip of the gun, and his flesh and blood suddenly flew across, revealing his thick white bones.

"laugh!"

The old Jinwu King's chest was also cut by the sword energy, and a deep bone-visible wound was scattered into the sky.

On the Fengfeng Sword, Changmei Zhenren even forgot to eat meat, looked up at the void without blinking.

Ning Fan couldn't see the battle between Ye Qiu and the old Jin Crow King, and was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. He kept praying to God in his heart that Ye Qiu must win.

In the void, the showdown between the two became more and more intense.

You go back and forth, facing Maimang.

At the same time, the more they fought, the more frightened they became.

The old Jin Crow King was shocked: "This son is obviously only at the peak of the peerless Saint King, why is his combat power so terrifying? I, a quasi-emperor, can't suppress him?"

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and even felt a little scared: "If this son does not die, my Jinwu clan will definitely be destroyed!"

Thinking of this, his murderous intent was even more intense: "For the sake of the dead son and elder, and for the future of the Jinwu clan, we must kill this kid at all costs today, and we will never suffer any troubles."

On the other side.

Ye Qiu was also shocked by the strength of the old Jin Crow King: "The quasi-emperor strong man is indeed terrifying. If I hadn't been strong in my body and had many trump cards, I'd probably have been defeated long ago."

"But no matter what, we must eradicate the roots today!"

The two men had more and more wounds, and their clothes were stained with blood, but neither of them stopped to repair their injuries, but instead attacked each other wildly, causing fatal moves.

"boom!"

It was another fierce collision, and the two of them flew backwards at the same time, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The old Jin Crow King stabilized his body, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes: "Ye Changsheng, it's damn it if you can hold on with me for so long."

After saying that, he suddenly shot out, and the tip of the gun drew a mysterious trajectory in the void.

Buzz!

In an instant, a layer of golden light was shrouded in a radius of thousands of miles, like a golden cage.

Ye Qiu was in the golden light and felt his whole body sinking, as if he was carrying an ancient sacred mountain, and his speed and strength were suppressed.

"This is...the quasi-emperor realm!"

Ye Qiu's face changed slightly.
Chapter completed!