He felt that the Shentian projection during the third PK was far stronger than the first and second time.

Yes, Qi Shaoxuan suspected that the War God Tower deliberately modified the data to enhance the strength of the Shentian Projection in order to blackmail his 80,000 War God Points!

Otherwise, how could Qi lose!!!

"No matter what today, Qi will also face to face with the Holy Son of Shenxiao and have a fair and fair fight!"

Qi Shaoxuan took a deep breath and quietly put on a mask that could restrain his breath.

He wants to visit Shengzi Peak at night and have a good fight with Chen Tian.

As for why he didn't come to the door to find out his identity and call him? The reason is very simple, because he doesn't want to call him uncle.

He secretly came to the door to fight with Shenxiao Shengshen, and if he wins, he will show up and expose the God of War Tower.

If you can't win...why do you want so much? At worst, you can get beaten up!

After all, Qi is also the saint of the Purple Mansion. Can he be killed if he can't win?

Thinking of this, Qi Shaoxuan tiptoed to the pilgrimage to Zifeng.

On weekdays, the mountain protection array of Shengzi Peak has not been opened. After all, as a time traveler, Chen Tian possesses the excellent and beautiful qualities of "diligence and thrift".

In addition, Qi Shaoxuan, as the owner of the Ten-Turn Golden Pill, has long surpassed the ordinary Nascent Soul Stage Venerable.

In addition, the top leaders of the real Shenxiao Holy Land were too lazy to care about it, so he quickly climbed to the Holy Son Peak.

Soon, Qi Shaoxuan saw Chen Tian in front of Shengzi Peak.

At this time, Chen Tian was sitting cross-legged on the enlightenment stone, and his whole body was swallowing and spitting out spiritual energy towards the sky.

The spiritual energy of the entire Shengzi Peak surged wildly with the breath of Shen Tian, ​​and a strong spiritual tide formed faintly.

"Is this a monster? How could it be that it could absorb such a massive amount of spiritual energy in one breath?"

Qi Shaoxuan's eyes widened, and frankly said that he was a little suspicious of life.

After all, it is all in the Golden Pill stage, and Shen Tian is too buggy.

...

"It's okay, it's just that you can swallow and exhale spiritual energy, and it doesn't fully represent strength."

Qi Shaoxuan comforted himself very much and continued to approach Chen Tian quietly.

Thousands of steps away

Five hundred steps away

One hundred steps away

Qi Shaoxuan's Fang Tianlong Sphere had already been put away and replaced with a spear.

He is ready to launch an attack to allow the Holy Son of Shenxiao to display his true strength when he was caught off guard!

However, at this moment, Qi Shaoxuan was shocked to find that Chen Tian's body had disappeared in front of him.

No, it didn't disappear before his eyes, it should be said that it disappeared from this world.

The way monks lock their opponents is usually locked with divine thoughts and then launch an attack.

However, at this moment, Qi Shaoxuan found that his divine thoughts could not lock Chen Tian at all, and he seemed to have escaped into another void.

He was clearly still on the Holy Son Peak, but he seemed to be a banished immortal above the nine heavens, and he had no way to touch his body.

"What's going on? Did I be discovered?"

Qi Shaoxuan's face was slightly condensed, and his magic power surged in an instant.

However, just as Qi Shaoxuan was about to take the initiative, Shen Tian, ​​who was sitting cross-legged on the enlightenment stone, moved.

He closed his eyes slightly, as if he was always in a mysterious perception, and everything in the world had nothing to do with him.

A blood-colored sword appeared in his hand, and there seemed to be endless killing aura flowing as the light flowed, but it did not leak out even a single trace.

Shen Tian was dancing with a sword, his posture was extremely graceful, just like a sword immortal in the sky who came to earth.

His sword moves are like an antelope hanging on the horns, which seem to be inconsistent, but it seems to be as wonderful as the most.

His sword was calm and there was no sword energy, and even the sound of breaking the wind when he swung his sword.

This sword technique is like a flowing dance that is not lethal, but it hides endless changes and encompasses all-round changes.

Qi Shaoxuan can't understand.

Not only can I not understand it, I didn't even remember a single move.

While Chen Tian danced his sword, he seemed to cut off Qi Shaoxuan's memory of the sword moves.

He watched Chen Tian dance hundreds of swords, but he did not leave even any moves in his mind. He only knew that those sword moves seemed very exquisite.

...

The speed of Chen Tianwu's sword is getting faster and faster.

As the speed of the sword moves increases, the hundreds of sword moves seem to be gradually decreasing.

Hundreds of tricks

One hundred tricks

Dozens of tricks

More than a dozen tricks

As the moves become fewer and fewer, this set of swordsmanship becomes faster and lighter, just like a banished immortal in the sky dancing with his sword.

Even the blood-colored sword was attached with a faint fairy light at this moment, without any killing aura.

However, Qi Shaoxuan became more and more afraid in his heart at this time.

He always felt that the seemingly endless and graceful sword technique contained great horror.

Suddenly, Chen Tian, ​​who was originally indifferent to dancing swords, turned around.

His eyes fell on Qi Shaoxuan, and at the same time, all the sword moves merged and merged into one.

Whoosh!

At this moment, Chen Tian completely disappeared in Qi Shaoxuan's eyes, and was replaced by a sword light filled with fairy energy.

It shines forever, as if it has been slashed from the upper reaches of the long river of time to the lower reaches, spreading across the ancient and modern times.

It also seems that at a certain point in time, the fate of cause and effect has been cut off.

In an instant, Qi Shaoxuan slowly raised his head.

He felt that the full moon above the nine heavens seemed to have cracked.

A sword mark was scratched, not only the moon, but even the starry sky was cut in half.

Vaguely, Qi Shaoxuan seemed to see a shadow of a banished immortal, carrying the ultimate glory between heaven and earth.

In front of this sword, Qi Shaoxuan could not even have the idea of ​​resisting because he felt that this was a blasphemy to the true immortal!

Get closer, get closer!

In an instant, only a fairy light was left in front of Qi Shaoxuan's eyes, and nothing else existed.

Only one thought left in his mind: Am I going to die?

...

This moment seemed as long as decades.

When the fairy light in front of him completely dissipated, Qi Shaoxuan found that he was unscathed.

However, in front of him, a man in purple stood, with his right arm on his shoulders and blood splattering for seven steps.

"Zi, Uncle Zixuan!"

Qi Shaoxuan's pupils suddenly shrank. At this time, the one who stood in front of him was the Heavenly Lord of the Purple Palace Holy Land, and one of Qi Shaoxuan's Taoist protectors.

As the lord of the Purple Mansion Holy Land, Zixuan Tianzun’s cultivation level is in the God Transformation Period, and it is also among the top in the Eastern Wilderness.

However, at this time, Zixuan Tianzun was cut off one arm, and the shock of Qi Shaoxuan can be imagined.

"He Chen Tian actually cut off the uncle's right arm!"

Qi Shaoxuan looked at Chen Tian dumbly, feeling a sense of depressedness and powerlessness in his heart.

His fighting spirit completely disappeared because he was not on the same level at all.

If Qi Shaoxuan goes all out, he will be more than 50% sure that he will escape from the hands of the Heavenly Lord of the God-Stage.

This made him proud, but Chen Tian's sword just now cut off Zi Xuan Tianzun's right arm.

The difference between the two is like a cloud of difference.

Qi Shaoxuan knelt on the ground weakly, took off his mask on his face, and muttered to himself: "Qi... is defeated."

"Shaoxuan really lost this time."

The shock in Zixuan Tianzun's heart was no less light than Qi Shaoxuan, because no one knew better than him the horror of the sword just now.
To be continued...