Chapter 671 The Power of the Saint's Treasure Backfires

"We must fight quickly!"

Shang Wuliang knew in his heart that he could not drag it out any longer, otherwise once the evil spirit completely invaded his mind, he would probably end up dead.

As soon as he thought of this, he shot back Ci Song with a sudden blow, holding the spear with both hands, and his talent poured into the spear like a tide.

"Buzz."

The spear trembled violently, and the purple light on the tip of the spear was like falling stars, converging into an unparalleled source of power. The light of the thousand-foot-long spear, like a thunder strike from the sky, pierced the sky with the will to destroy everything. The air was torn apart by its sharpness, leaving behind a series of dark space cracks, which made people feel heart-stopping.

"One sword from heaven and earth!"

Ci Song looked at the gun light that covered the sky and the sun with a solemn expression. His body moved like a ghost, leaving behind afterimages. Every move was extremely precise, as if every angle and timing had been calculated.

He squeezed the sword technique tightly in his left hand, and his fingertips trembled slightly, which was a sign that his talent was about to explode. He saw that his right hand held up the Water Cold Sword. The sword body was crystal clear, like being carved by ice. The tip of the sword pointed at even the space. trembling.

"Buzz."

With this sound, the Shui Han Sword seemed to be given life, and the sword erupted with a dazzling sword light. The light was pure and cold, like the first snow in early winter, both beautiful and deadly. The sword intent boiled to the extreme at this moment, turning into a thousand-foot-long sword light, which echoed the spear light that destroyed the world, but was diametrically opposed to it.

The two rays of light met in the air, there was no deafening collision sound, only the distortion of space and sparks of intertwined energy.

The spear light and the sword light were like two giant dragons, fighting fiercely in the air. Each confrontation stirred up ripples that spread to the surroundings. The entire high platform collapsed instantly, and the terrifying fluctuations of talent swept through the entire pass.

"puff."

Ci Song spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards like a kite with its string broken. Although Shang Wuliang was still standing on the spot, his aura had become extremely weak, and half of his body had been turned into bones by the spear.

"In the end, I won."

Shang Wuliang looked at Ci Song, who was flying backwards, with a sad smile on his face. However, the fish-shaped jade pendant around Ci Song's waist suddenly emitted a cyan light, wrapping Ci Song's entire body in it.

"Ouch!"

Just hearing a dragon roar, a mirage dragon appeared behind Ci Song, intertwined with the blue dragon transformed from the blue talent, and the two merged. Ci Song, who was originally seriously injured, recovered at an alarming speed, almost He returned to his peak condition in an instant.

"This is, Lord Mirage?!"

Shang Wuliang looked at the phantom of the mirage in the blue light of talent, his pupils shrank suddenly, and there was an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Although I can't actively use the Fish Leaping Dragon Gate Pendant now, it can automatically protect the master. I don't know how many times it can be used."

Ci Song's figure slowly fell back to the ground from the air. Although his injuries looked serious, they were all superficial injuries and did not damage his true nature at all. Therefore, in just three breaths, Ci Song's condition was completely restored. The Fish Leaping Dragon Gate Pendant was once again transformed into an ordinary jade pendant that was so ordinary that it hung on his waist.

At this moment, many people had gathered at the place where the two men were fighting. These people were attracted by the movement here. When they saw the messy battlefield in front of them and the two men with terrifying auras, most of them had puzzled expressions on their faces. look.

"Brother Ci Song!"

Mo Yao rushed out of the crowd and came to Ci Song's side. When she saw the ragged clothes, her eyes instantly turned red, and she looked at Ci Song with eyes filled with distress.

Ci Song gently touched Mo Yao's head, shook his head, and said softly: "I'm fine, don't worry."

"Who are you? How dare you attack Ci Song? Don't you know that I am protecting this kid?"

Another figure appeared, a little girl wearing a pure white Taoist robe, with big eyes, small red lips, delicate and picturesque eyebrows, and only four and a half feet tall, like an exquisite porcelain doll.

"Whose child is this?" a Tianguan student blurted out after seeing the little girl.

The voice naturally reached the little girl's mouth, and she turned her head and glared: "You are the child! I am already twenty years old this year!"

Then she turned her head again to look at Shang Wuliang, half of his body had turned into bones, and said with both hands, "In the clear sky, where did the demon come from? Look at me, Taoist Master, I will eliminate demons and defend the way!"

At this moment, several figures appeared and stood in front of her and Shang Wuliang. A man with a handsome face wearing a Taoist robe directly raised his hand, grabbed the little girl's hand, and said softly: "Diemeng, what happened What's going on? Didn't I tell you just now not to get into trouble with others? "

"Brother, there is a demon over there, and Ci Song has been seriously injured by him."

The handsome Taoist disciple was none other than Dao Ziling, the Taoist brother in the battle between heaven and man, and the little girl was his sister, Zhuang Diemeng.

"He is not a demon, he is my Tianguan student Shang Wuliang."

Yang Kelie's voice reached the ears of the two of them, and they saw that he had come to Shang Wuliang's side. The sky-blue talent turned into water waves and continuously flowed into half of Shang Wuliang's body, trying to treat him.

"Where is the doctor from Tianguan?"

As Yang Kelie's voice came out, several students came to Shang Wuliang's side and released their talents to treat Shang Wuliang. However, the talents they released were all swallowed up by the Lonely Fury Spear in Shang Wuliang's hand.

"Commander Yang, there is something wrong with this gun." A student said.

After hearing this, Yang Kelie was ready to take the Lonely Angry Spear from Shang Wuliang, but the spear seemed to merge with Shang Wuliang's right hand. The moment Yang Kelie approached, the Lonely Angry Spear released a murderous aura and stabbed towards Yang Kelie.

"Hmm?"

Yang Kelie frowned slightly, and the talent in his hand turned into water waves to resist the murderous aura, but this also made him realize that there was something wrong with the spear, and it was a big problem.

"Shang Wuliang, do you know that there is something wrong with this spear?" Yang Kelie looked at Shang Wuliang and said in a deep voice.

Shang Wuliang was a little confused at the moment, but he still said: "Everyone, don't waste your energy. Wuliang has already fallen today."

"Don't talk nonsense. You are now a student of Tianguan. As doctors, we must do our best even if there is no cure." Another student interrupted Shang Wuliang directly. His talent continued to flow into Shang Wuliang's body, but these talents were like a drop in the ocean, without any reaction.

Yang Kelie didn't say much. He just stretched out his left index finger and wrote a word on the palm of his right hand. Then he suddenly held the Lonely Angry Spear in his hand. The backlash from the saint's treasure and the evil spirit of the Lonely Angry Spear itself instantly filled Yang Kelie's body.

Then he saw that his left hand suddenly exerted force, and he actually forcibly separated the Lonely Angry Spear from Shang Wuliang's hand. The clothes on Yang Kelie's right hand had been torn, and the palm had become as black as ink, emitting a chill. He endured the pain and directly inserted the spear into the ground.

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