Chapter 895: Bright Evil

Black energy dissipated, white light rippled.

Fei Seeing Fei Qingyi drove the wind and rose, stopping in the clouds with his sword. The young man in black before him did not linger his gaze on him much, only brushing past lightly, instead looking at Cui Cui Jueyin. With a flick of his sword, he dealt with the three of them as if it were a joke.

This was not an unexpected matter. From the lake to Mount Tangdao Mountain, Fei Seeing Fei Qingyi had seen Ziyan sect cultivators and Great Huikui Temple cultivators, and none of them looked lightly upon him. He could get some respect from scattered Foundation Establishment cultivators, but even as a guest elder of the Sun lineage, he was still treated like a joke.

It was just that today was different from the past. The opponent's sword was aimed at An Siwei, beating the old man until he was miserable. He seemed not to care about him, but in reality, he was secretly holding back.

But the gourd below was held high; how long could the lake hold out?

Sure enough, the demonic cultivator was uncontrolled. Even the Qi Refining cultivators had to bite the bullet and go up. The first to block the red light was naturally his Fei family's Qi Refining cultivator, who was swept by a sleeve and instantly turned into white bones.

He laughed loudly and immediately turned around. Who knew that an old man would drive the wind and rush over, shouting sternly:

"How dare you be presumptuous!"

The demonic cultivator glanced at him, but saw it was a gray-clothed old man with Qi Refining cultivation, holding a sword in his hand, and immediately laughed and cursed:

"What kind of thing are you!"

At this moment, everyone choked together, and Chen Yang in the sky had an even greater change in expression:

"My lord, you must not!"

This person was Chen Donghe!

Chen Yang could not care about the sword in the demonic cultivator's hand. He swept out a piece of sword light, wanting to intercept the demonic cultivator on the ground. Cultivators also flew up on the left and right. An Jiyan soared into the air, blocking in front of him, but saw the red light in the sky was not apparent, and a figure had already arrived driving fire.

This person had a smile on his face, holding a golden hammer, stepping on rolling apricot-colored flames. Who else could it be but Li Li Jiangqian?

At this moment, the golden hammer had been accumulating for a long time, carrying rolling flames, and smashed toward the opponent with a boom. Before this dharma treasure arrived, a wave of flames had already rushed toward his face, making the demonic cultivator's face change:

'Good Li Fire!'

Thus, he wanted to pull a knife from his sleeve, but saw the man in front of him move his throat and spit out apricot-yellow flames directly toward his face.

'Mount Dali Book' had quite strong fighting techniques, and the flames were even more fierce. The demonic cultivator had to pinch his techniques to resist the Li Fire. Only a clanging sound of chaos was heard, and black smoke exploded in the sky. The gourd, like a bird with broken wings, was scorched by the Li Fire, and fell crookedly into mid-air.

It was just that his techniques were hasty, and he didn't expect the flames in front of him to be so fierce and fierce. He only managed to resolve a small half, and the remaining large half fell on his body, scalding his face pale.

Li Li Jiangqian did not take action often, let alone now that he had broken through to the Foundation Establishment Mid Stage. At this moment, when he came out, the flames made everyone's eyes light up, and the originally tense atmosphere eased. Fei Seeing Fei Qingyi even shouted:

"Family Head is mighty."

Li Li Jiangqian's golden hammer moved forward again, turning his face to give him a smile. Although he said it was a smile, his eyes were very cold, even carrying a trace of mockery.

'Family Head... this must be a direct descendant of the Li family!'

Although the demonic disciple in front was scorched by the flames and his face was ugly, his heart was overjoyed.

Several people fought for dozens of rounds. The two in the sky could no longer lock Cui Cui Jueyin. Li Li Jiangqian fought more and more fiercely, stacking layers of apricot fire on the opponent, burning him until he howled, and his heart became even more ruthless:

'Good, good, good... fought to this point, and only one came out... truly cautious!'

But the ruthless words in his heart had not yet been released, when he saw the young man in front of him gently shake his sleeve, and a painting screen flew out from it, sweeping away all the black energy in the sky in an instant, and a golden blade pierced through it, heading toward his face.

He was terrified in an instant, slapped out a talisman, operated his immortal foundation, and with a clanging sound, blocked the golden blade. He was the weakest in strength and was used as bait to go down and kill mortals. How could he withstand the suddenly appearing ancient dharma treasure? All the black energy was restricted by this screen, unable to resist, and a great hammer had already swung in front of him!

"Boom!"

A cloud of black smoke exploded in the sky. His entire chest collapsed, burning with rolling Li Fire. His soul fled, and he immediately crushed the jade pendant in his sleeve.

Everyone on the field was shocked, but Fei Seeing Fei Qingyi could not wait, his expression anxious, his heart cold:

'What are you still waiting for... it seems that others will definitely not come out...'

But when he was stunned, he only felt a burst of heat behind his head. Suddenly shocked, he turned his head, only to find that the young man holding the golden hammer had appeared behind him at some point, looking at him with a cold smile.

Fei Seeing Fei Qingyi's heart fell to the bottom, as if soaked in cold snow, and he said in a low voice:

"Family... Family Head..."

Li Li Jiangqian was unhurried, not even having many movements. That pair of eyes that Fei Seeing Fei Qingyi had always dared not look at looked at him with irony:

"Protector Fei, who are you waiting for?"

This sentence contained cold irony, almost making his heart sink into deep ice and snow. In the dimness of his mind, names gradually emerged in his heart:

'Did that True Person lie to me? Li Li Ximing has returned... or which Early Zifu expert is on the lake?'

Baijiang Creek.

Helian Helian Wumeng wore armor, held a long-handled oar knife, and his armor burst into silver-white in the dark. He looked quite leisurely, watching the South like watching a play, sighing and praising from time to time.

It was not until the apricot-colored Li Fire exploded that he smiled lightly, stepped forward, and laughed:

"The rigid ones are easy to deal with. They can't sit still after killing a few people!"

But he had only taken two steps forward when he narrowed his eyes slightly and stopped.

The black energy in the clouds in front of him dissipated, and a man stood quietly.

This person wore golden armor, a piece of white gold, presenting fine and dense scale shapes. He was tall, his expression calm, and the most peculiar thing was that pair of eyes, which unexpectedly presented a complex and dark golden color in the dark.

White energy rolled, whistling out from the soles of his feet, turning into a bright white ocean, rapidly permeating and turning into various shapes, either cicadas chirping or scale beasts biting, dissolving all the black smoke and evil energy permeating the sky.

He now revealed his figure, just standing quietly, and the darkness in the sky dissipated rapidly, retreating toward the back of Helian Helian Wumeng like a tide, turning into a small piece of black sky on the Northern horizon, confronting the brightness of the South.

The smile on Helian Helian Wumeng's face gradually stiffened.

''Mingyang'... not Li Li Ximing... the Li clan still has trump cards...'

His gaze gradually turned cold, but he was neither angry nor angry, and sneered:

"I don't know which fellow Daoist this is."

The man with golden eyes and scale armor raised his head slightly, and saw clouds in the sky, turning into a scale beast of white energy clouds, holding a long weapon and descending from the sky, circling around him, and handing it to him.

It was a long halberd with a circular arc like a full moon in the center, shrouded in permeating spiritual energy, emitting rays of bright light in the rolling white energy. One after another, it seemed to be about to condense into substance, piercing through the clouds, appearing and disappearing.

He turned the long halberd upside down, pointing straight at Helian Helian Wumeng, the cold edge flashing, his voice thick:

"Wangyue Lake, Minghuang."

Helian Helian Wumeng was a direct descendant of the Tiefo Kingdom and a White Qilin son who had killed his way out of the sea of blood in the Mobei. He had no hesitation, but instead, some excitement emerged in his eyes, and he looked at him with a smile:

"I have been fighting in the Mobei for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen such a character!"

The long-handled oar knife lifted, the radiance on his armor lit up, the eighteen glazed treasure beads on his waist lit up one by one, the strong wind whistled, raising his black hair, revealing the white bone necklace on his neck, and he said coldly:

"Tiefo Kingdom, Helian Helian Wumeng."

Before the words fell, the sky was bright, and a halberd had already come across the sky, rapidly enlarging in his eyes, reflecting the bright white light, the cold edge rushing toward his face, making his pupils rapidly enlarge.

"Clang!"

The colorful light and flames exploded by the collision of divine abilities mixed together, rippling out vast waves in the air. The long-handled oar knife was held upright, already framed in front of him. The Dasheng long halberd was pure white like snow, and the long branches with scale-like patterns were only an inch away from his face.

"Good!"

Surprise unexpectedly exploded in Helian Helian Wumeng's eyes. Rolling evil energy had long been surging up along his body, turning into pitch-black evil light to add to it. But in this short moment, the dharma treasure held by the long-handled oar knife had already disappeared, turning from sweeping to chopping, descending from the sky with rolling white light!

"Boom!"

White smoke rushed into the sky. Helian Helian Wumeng returned the long-handled oar knife to the upright position, stationed it on the ground, and spat out a breath with a smile. The golden-eyed young man opposite had his armor scales shining under the sunlight, the long halberd pointing obliquely at the ground. Helian Helian Wumeng narrowed his eyes, and his figure had already phantomized and disappeared in place.

"Clang!"

But saw the young man in front holding the halberd with both hands, lifting it flat together, and with a clanging sound, blocked the oar knife that was like a gun but not a gun, like a knife but not a knife. The dark clouds in the sky were immediately dispersed by the colorful light of the divine ability rushing into the sky. What followed was an increasingly intense collision sound. They fought for dozens of rounds together. Although Helian Helian Wumeng was hot all over, he only felt hearty and hearty. The magic light of the long-handled oar knife accumulated more and more magnificently, like a long dragon piercing the sea, wearing black light and piercing through.

Li Li Zhouwei immediately recycled the long halberd, turned the halberd body upside down, and passed by sideways. The armor scales on his body stood up one by one in the light of the evil energy, making a harsh buzzing sound.

"Ding!"

The long halberd pulled and pointed, and the circular moon-like curved branch hooked the long-handled oar knife, tapping lightly like a dragonfly skimming water. The main body avoided it, the divine ability collided, and it was transmitted to the man's hand like a mountain collapse and sea roar, making him release the deflected spiritual weapon with a smile.

Rolling white smoke rushed into the sky, this spiritual weapon suddenly disappeared, and the arrogant laughter of the Northern Di man came:

"Good, good, good! Southerners only have one sword, and the rest are not refined. It is rare to meet a character who is open and close, and a chess opponent! Let's fight!"

Rolling evil energy sprayed up along his armor. Two vertical marks slowly appeared on the sides of the man's cheeks, each opening an eye, all filled with blood-red color. In an instant, he turned into a war general of the Senluo Hell, took the flying long-handled oar knife from the void again, and rushed over as evil light.

On the other side, Li Li Zhouwei rose upon golden light, his divine ability rapidly re-covering the magic treasure in his hand. He glanced at it lightly; the moon-like small branch on that magic treasure was buzzing as if struck by lightning, appearing to have suffered minor damage.

【Dasheng】 was only an ancient dharma treasure after all. Even if he used divine ability to protect it everywhere, how could it be compared with someone else's spiritual weapon?!

"Clatter..."

A gale struck his face, and the person before him had already lunged over on the wind, bringing with them a rolling, sea-like baleful aura. Li Li Zhouwei narrowed his eyes slightly, his glabella suddenly brightening, erupting with a beam of light that pierced through the sea of baleful aura, causing the clouds in the sky to freeze and the black Qi to dissipate:

【Shangyao Fu Guang】!

Li Li Ximing's 【Upper Luminary Subduing Light】 had only just begun to be refined into a divine ability, yet Li Li Zhouwei had already cultivated it for over twenty years! At the same time, his Great Que Court shone with brilliant light, and a point of gold leaped out.

Early Zifu Sun Spirit Object - 【Fu Lue Jin】!

The rich gold pierced through the clouds. Helian Helian Wumeng's face was cold, and the evil light on his body seemed to be about to turn into substance and drip, the long-handled oar knife pointing forward! Colliding with this colorful light head-on!

"Boom!"

The rolling white rushed to the sky in an instant, making the sky bright for a while, and the evening night almost turned into the light of the morning sun. The long-handled oar knife stagnated for a moment in this golden light, as if it had been shaken, shaking slightly left and right, but saw that long halberd suddenly jump out of the void.

"Clang!"

The small branches like a full moon emitted dazzling white light, firmly hooked on the gun handle, making a harsh collision sound of sparks, and rising a huge force:

'Bold! Want to take my weapon!'

Helian Helian Wumeng had origins in his ancestors, and had heard of Li Li Ximing's divine ability. How could he not know that Mingyang's divine ability was good at suppression, and how could he let go? But before he could react, the golden-eyed man took the lead in letting go, and a ray of light with divine ability hit his face.

The opponent had fought their way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, but Li Li Zhouwei had fought for so many years, having stood guard before the Dense Brahma for a decade—how could his combat experience be lacking? Since his magic treasure was inferior to the other's, he naturally used his own weaknesses to trade for the enemy's strengths!

Helian Helian Wumeng sneered in his heart, the two eyes on his cheeks rolled, turning into two red lights gathered in front of him, making the opponent's divine ability fall into a swamp, and the long-handled oar knife immediately wanted to deflect and take it back:

'Want to change my strengths? I won't even return your weapon!'

A flash of admiration crossed Helian Helian Wumeng's eyes. Surging black flames had already ignited on Li Li Zhouwei's body, and unexpectedly, four slender arms broke out from his magic body, appearing in gold and white, each wielding an object!

The upper left was a pure white ivory jade fan, rolling out the 'Sui Qi' fire, the lower was a small flag painted with birds flying, releasing five kinds of boiling Li Fire, the upper right was a white jade mountain, cranes flying, and the lower right was a rolling black flame halberd, with amazing power.

The four paths shone brightly together, falling on Helian Helian Wumeng together!

【Jiazi Po Jin Lian Ji Bing Shu】!

However, it was far from over. Behind this man in white-gold scale armor, there was a glorious heavenly gate rising in the clouds, entering the boundless clouds, dragons and sparrows circling, and the two white gate feet had already been aligned, and they were about to suppress it in an instant!

But Helian Helian Wumeng's gaze always stayed on this rolling black flame, and the joy of the hearty battle also stagnated, his pupils suddenly enlarged:

''Sui Qi'? Great Liang? Tuoba family?!'

But this hesitation was only for a moment, without any hesitation, he still refused to let go of the spiritual weapon in his hand, the long-handled oar knife lifted slightly, the tail was horizontal in front of his chest, and the magnificent evil energy also sprayed out from his chest, as if opening the gate of Senluo Hell, spraying rolling endless magic energy and evil energy:

''Qianbai Shen'!'

Characters appearing in this chapter

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Li Li Jianglong 'Yetian Sect' 【Foundation Establishment Early Stage】

Li Li Quewan 'Houshenshu' 【Foundation Establishment Mid Stage】

Helian Helian Wumeng 【Early Zifu Early Stage】

Fei Seeing Fei Qingyi 【Foundation Establishment Early Stage】

Li Li Zhouwei 【Early Zifu Early Stage】