If the person who comes is a strong man on the same level as Wei Xiang, then it is not a battle that he can intervene in.
When the strong in the holy realm fight, a little burst of aura will cause the sky to collapse, the sky to collapse, and the void to collapse. If the strength is slightly inferior, let alone intervene in the battle, I am afraid that they will not even be able to get close.
"Naturally strong, if not strong, I would not dare to catch up swaggeringly."
Wei Xiang looked indifferent, "However, as long as those old guys from Xiaoyue Dynasty don't take action, no one can keep the truth!"
This tone of voice is absolutely domineering.
He does have this strength, and this confidence.
It takes a lot of effort to do everything well.
I saw a figure catching up at an absolutely terrifying speed, and the figure suddenly stood in front of the six-winged eagle.
The person who came was a middle-aged man. He stepped on a stick-shaped magic weapon carved with gorgeous patterns, and his hands were behind his back. His expression seemed unhurried and calm.
"Staff Saint, Chen Qingsong?"
Seeing who came, Wei Xiang frowned slightly.
Obviously, this person is not young, so that even Wei Xiang felt a certain pressure.
"Wei Xiang, the birthday banquet is over halfway, and you are in such a hurry, why?"
Stick Saint Chen Qingsong stepped into the air, held the stick-shaped magic weapon in his hand, and turned it around twice casually.
Immediately, a strong oppressive aura bloomed from this stick-shaped magic weapon.
The void in front of him cracked and shattered.
This is a demonstration.
Stick Saint Chen Qingsong is a solitary and reclusive person who does not participate in any competition between forces.
However, his combat power is tyrannical, and he has killed four times.
In the entire Xiaoyue Dynasty, there are only a handful of people who are stronger than him.
In conclusion, Chen Qingsong and Wei Xiang are definitely in the middle of the brotherhood.
If we really want to fight, it is still unknown who will win the battle.
"Where does the truth go? It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, Chen Qingsong, does it?"
Wei Xiang's expression was cold, no matter what the identity of the opponent, since he dared to block the way, a fight to the death would be inevitable.
As for Chen Qingsong's character, he has heard about it a long time ago. Although this person usually looks like he doesn't care about anything, if something really concerns his vital interests, he is crazier than anyone else.
Absolutely, difficult.
"It doesn't matter, but I heard that Wei Xiang got a drop of the emperor's blood."
Chen Qingsong didn't hide his reason for coming, he suppressed his smile, and a hint of greed flickered in his eyes.
He very much wanted to collect the essence and blood of Emperor Vein into his pocket.
If the rumors are true, the emperor's blood essence is definitely a treasure, and it can even set off a bloody storm in the Xiaoyue Dynasty.
"The rumors are not true."
Xiang Wei was expressionless.
He was unwilling to fight Chen Qingsong, but it didn't mean he was afraid of him.
However, if you spend too much time here, there will be no small risk.
"If the rumors are not true, why did Prime Minister Wei rush to end the birthday banquet?"
"And why did you send three stand-ins to attract attention, while you kept secret?"
Chen Qingsong sneered coldly, "Everyone is open-minded, there is no need to hide some words, Wei Xiang, I am sure to get the blood of the emperor's veins, since you are stopped by me, it is not good if you don't hand over the blood of the emperor's veins Want to go."
Wei Xiang turned his head and glanced at Ye Chen.
It means, tell him to step back to the side, so as not to be hurt by the aftermath.
"I've heard for a long time that Wei Xiang's runes are superb. Today, let me meet you, a saintly formation mage, to see whether your runes are stronger or my stick is stronger!"
Chen Qingsong yelled loudly, and smashed the French stick in the air.
In the void, there was a "click" sound.
Under this stick, the world was smashed to the ground and collapsed.
After all, he is a master who has killed four times, and every move has an extremely terrifying aura.
The rich aura is rising.
"snort."
Wei Xiang stepped up into the air, he snorted coldly, raised his hand and grabbed it, a rune burned out of thin air, and a thick arm made of spiritual energy suddenly protruded from it, driving a wave that swept everything, and hit the French stick.
Boom!
The two collided and made a violent explosion sound.In the void, the rich aura continued to burn, making harsh sounds.
Fortunately, the six-winged eagle escaped fast enough, otherwise under this wave, I am afraid that even the whole body would not be able to survive!
Ye Chen had already stood 10,000 meters away, his feet were in the void, and his expression was a little surprised.
He had a hunch that if he didn't avoid it in advance, even with the Emperor's Vein and Emperor's Body, it would be difficult to withstand the aftermath of these two blows from the sky, and he might be seriously injured.
Unexpectedly, a master in the holy realm is so powerful!
As expected, it is an existence that has lived for hundreds or thousands of years.
Just a breath of remaining prestige can suppress all directions and span the sky.
Chen Qingsong twisted his body, and infinite afterimages suddenly appeared in the void. One stick missed, and then another stick was thrown, still carrying the powerful aura of oppressing the world, and it hit the face with a weight of ten thousand jun!
Wei Xiang's hands quickly sealed in front of him, his eyes were always cold.
Poof!
A thunderous lightning phantom suddenly stood up, 100 meters tall, with a ferocious face.
The lightning phantom reached out with both hands, and grabbed the French stick in his hand.
Crack!
Then, a flash of lightning shot out from the eyes of the lightning phantom, and struck Chen Qingsong fiercely.
Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng.
Chen Qingsong stepped back into the void and took a few steps back.
He looked down and saw that his chest was blackened by the lightning, so that his clothes were a little torn.
"It's really worthy of being a saint-level formation mage. The use of runes has really reached the point of perfection."
Chen Qingsong sneered endlessly, but before he could continue to move, that huge phantom of lightning stretched out his hand, and the fist shocked the world like a huge millstone, smashing hard.
Boom!
Chen Qingsong blocked the punch with a French stick, and a huge sound echoed in the sky.
His body was shaken back quickly by the huge force.
"Thinking that this means can kill me, it's impossible!"
Chen Qingsong's body stood between the sky and the earth again, with a killing intent in his eyes.
He also knew that his time was limited and he had to make a quick decision.
After all, he was not the only one who chased and killed Xiang Wei.
Once he can't keep Wei Xiang, it means that he has withdrawn from this competition.
After all, there are still many powerful four-time killers coming from all sides.
For this emperor blood essence, Chen Qingsong can be said to be determined to obtain it.
He held a stick in both hands, stirring up the situation as he swung it.
Chi Chi Chi Chi!
In the void, a huge vortex appeared, constantly spinning and wriggling, deafening.
The rich black aura roared and boiled in it.
"Holy grade exercises?"
Seeing this scene, Wei Xiang's face finally became serious.
Chen Qingsong has been living in seclusion and kept a low profile. Unexpectedly, even the holy grade exercises are at his fingertips. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com