Chapter 960

Come!

Cut!"

The long whistle that cut through the fire clouds at the edge of the sky stirred up a great wind in the forest, flying sand and moving stones. The small Mirage Dragon was blown away by the air current, holding onto a branch and swaying.

Someone asked: "The soldiers who died and suffered losses are many, the general has never lowered himself to ask, why only mourn him?"

The answer was: "This person is brave and fierce, and has ambition and integrity. He will surely take wealth and honor for himself. How can he be treated as lowly?"

Zhang!

Long!

Xiang!

Martial Saint!

Martial Saint!

Martial Saint!

Cut the Martial Saint!

Crack, crack, crack.

The five fingers gripped the spear shaft tightly, and the veins stood out like snakes.

Without half a word, Liang Qu closed his eyes tightly, curled up and lowered himself. Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people on the floating steps, he leaped out from the top of the azure dragon like a leopard!

Rumble!

White waves exploded, vast as hanging clouds. At this moment, there was thunder in the sky and on the ground at the same time!

"A fight! It's really a fight!"

"A fight between Baron Baron Xingyi and the Dragon Elephant King!"

"A fight between such strong people, a fight between such strong people!"

At this moment, both temples shook.

Inside and outside the holy land, peddlers, martial artists, and even imperial officials were moved!

The wind on his face couldn't extinguish the fire in his heart. The fire clouds stirred by the long whistle boiled and surged, turning into lead-gray dark clouds, gathering again, covering the sky and the sun!

The clouds surged, wind and rain moved. One person dived straight down, the terrifying air current tearing his spiritual clothes, tearing them into strips, the cloth strips dancing wildly around his waist. At this moment, both were shirtless!

The muscles blooming on his lower abdomen were like fish gills breathing.

What a tempered body!

A rock round shield stood on the ground, indestructible; a sharp divine knife descended from the sky, like lightning piercing down.

Everyone opened their eyes wide, almost greedily watching this encounter that happens once in a hundred years. Inside the temple, disciples of various true traditions couldn't care about etiquette and jumped to the nearest high points for the first time to study intently.

Clang!

Dragon Fubo's dragon head twisted into a tiger head.

Liang Qu, who leaped out, suddenly opened his eyes, and the burning golden fire burned out a golden ape in a cassock.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

His heart beat like a drum. In the hurricane of white currents, Liang Qu's murderous intent surged. He suddenly raised his spear, and the dark clouds in the sky disappeared again. They weren't dispersed, but were all wrapped around the spear shaft!

How heavy is a cloud?

Answer.

Ten million jun!

The monks lowered their heads and chanted the Buddha's name.

In the subtle place that no one could see, the Ze Tripod in his sea of consciousness was also undergoing violent changes.

The patterns engraved with apes bloomed with brilliant light.

【River Patronage Degree: 14.6479】 jumped wildly, the word 'Patronage' twisted constantly, flashing to the word 'Rule',

the patronage degree also rose and fell from fourteen, but there seemed to be infinite resistance between them. No matter how the light jumped and flashed, the word 'Patronage' remained like a rock, firmly occupying its position!

Whoosh!

Liang Qu had no heart to pay attention to the changes in the Ze Tripod. Accompanied by the burning heart fire, the dark clouds in the sky gathered in his hands. True Qi was triggered, the Qi sea boiled, capturing dragons and subduing tigers—countless insights were all in it, triggering the strongest spear strike to date!

Overbearing, sharp, violent. At this moment, Liang Qu's figure had already disappeared from everyone's eyes, leaving only a golden ape roaring!

Zhang Zhang Longxiang didn't move at all.

The Liang Qu in his eyes was still Liang Qu, and his expectations in his heart were not just this.

Just as the long spear bypassed his shoulder and back.

Whoosh.

The world changed suddenly, turning black and white.

In the black and white, only a touch of golden fire burned!

Countless stick-figure-like lines jumped and twisted—trees, rocks, streams. Liang Qu's golden eyes were like ghost fires, but when he saw Zhang Zhang Longxiang, his expression relaxed.

No lines!

From top to bottom, solid and unified, gray-white and clean, as if out of place with the world!

No!

Not that there weren't any!

There shouldn't be none!

"Ah!"

The golden ape roared. Liang Qu's eyes flowed with blood, red tears spilled out, and his field of vision changed suddenly!

On that clean, gray-white body, a twisted blood line seeped out!

At the same time.

The Liang Qu in Zhang Zhang Longxiang's eyes also changed, turning into a golden ape like in everyone else's eyes.

He laughed loudly.

"What a sharp spear!"

Whoosh!

A waning moon rose in the sky.

The golden light slashed into the three-foot ground, and the blade cut into the red line.

The world was silent, only a touch of golden light descending from the sky remained in his field of vision, like a flash of dazzling white light that lingered for a long time.

No sound.

No vibration.

Even the breeze wasn't sure if it existed.

Only the afterimages in front of his eyes kept overlapping. Countless people shed tears and blinked, groping the environment like blind men. Some even accidentally fell off the floating steps. Fortunately, relying on their deep cultivation, they didn't die from the fall.

For those whose cultivation was insufficient, the Elephant King's long trunk blew, reducing their speed in mid-air, and they fell into the lake, screaming in panic.

Finally.

The afterimages in front of his eyes disappeared.

Nothing changed.

The sky, trees, rocks—nothing changed.

In the circle torn out by the Dragon Elephant Martial Saint's gale, except for an extra Liang Qu standing with a spear, there was no other change!

"What's going on? What happened?"

"Did Baron Liang finish his move? Why is there no movement at all?"

"This—this—"

The bizarre scene in front of them was baffling.

It was as vast as a Dragon King's patrol, but in the end, there was no change at all. It truly had a bit of 'loud thunder, small raindrops' meaning. No, more than small raindrops, there wasn't even any rain at all!

"Could it be that the Dragon Elephant Martial Saint took the power all by himself?"

"Wait, look at the waterfall, the waterfall has stopped flowing!"

A cry of surprise, everyone hurriedly shifted their gaze, and were surprised to find that the waterfall had actually frozen in the air!

Before they could feel surprised by this change, the small dragon that had fled early flew back.

The dragon claws touched the waterfall lightly, like touching a layer of bean paste. The white water scattered into mist from the place where it was grabbed, and then a siphon occurred above that small gap. The rocks under the water, the rocks outside the rocks, the soil, and the trees all drifted and sank in the evening wind!

The rocks under Zhang Zhang Longxiang's feet stood tall, but three feet away from him, the rocks turned into powder. Behind him, the wind blew, and a pitch-black canyon stretching more than a mile appeared out of thin air, and the regular circle was cut in half.

"Amitabha."

The monks lowered their heads and sighed sadly, praying for the dead creatures.

The Golden-Haired Tiger on the neighboring Mount Weihu Mountain poked its head out, and countless exclamation marks appeared in its heart.

This, this was really slashed by a Perfected Form Grandmaster???

A little bit off, and it almost flattened its mountain top!

Everyone looked at Zhang Zhang Longxiang again.

Heavy breathing sprayed between his mouth and nose. Liang Qu's shirtless upper body was covered in sweat like a stream. His blood-flowing golden eyes scanned up and down, trying hard to swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"Failed?"

"No." Zhang Zhang Longxiang shook his head, "I said, what a sharp spear, so sharp that I didn't even feel pain."

Zhang Zhang Longxiang took a long breath, his rising chest bulging. A thin blood line cracked on his flawless skin, and then the blood line became thicker and longer.

Drip, drop.

Fresh blood rolled out of the wound, dripping onto the ground, smashing a dent and splashing low dust.

The mountains were horrified.

"How deep?"

"Half a finger, a flesh wound."

"It's a pity there are no plants, otherwise a drop of Martial Saint blood, even if it doesn't burn to death, would be enough to make a blade of grass become a spirit."

"It's a pity your cultivation is not good enough, otherwise you could have exploded all your power on a single line and left some flowers and plants."

Liang Qu grinned.

Fresh blood spread across his teeth.

A piece of scarlet.