You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 489 Fellow Taoist, please stay.

Taking advantage of this gap, Changqing gathered his brows, and a flash of inspiration appeared in his mind. Endless fiery red color was reflected in the sky, and the scorching heat burned the air and distorted it.

The DF-51 was dyed red, and its shadow also turned into a fiery red, burning away the entangled weapons and attacking the ice beauty.

"Fire spirit root?"

Bing Zun looked at Chang Qing and muttered to himself, but soon frowned: "It seems that it is not an ordinary fire spirit root."

The woman had never thought that Chang Qing could resolve her attack so easily.

He no longer sat cross-legged, but instead hugged the zither and stroked it gently. The sound of the zither changed again, becoming much more lively, as if it had the ability to turn decay into magic. The clouds changed and turned into giant beasts, rushing towards the fiery red sword shadows in the sky.

The sword force was pouring out and the divine sound was lingering. If the void had not been stabilized, it would have torn open countless cracks in space. The massive battle naturally attracted the attention of countless peerless people.

Shangguan Qiuying was surprised when she noticed the woman fighting with Changqing.

“Is it her?!!!”

In Yingxu, even the arrogant demon shrank his neck when he looked at the woman.

“Hiss~ As expected of that person, his combat power is extraordinary. I didn’t expect that even the Heavenly Dao would brand him!”

"This little guy is in a bad situation! According to the woman's strength and personality, if he wins, she will probably lower herself to fight this young man again. If she loses, it seems that this little guy doesn't want to die so much. It's a dilemma~" Sword Master couldn't help but sigh.

"This little guy's luck is really..." Bing Zun shook his head.

"Based on the donor's temper, the situation might be even more serious. This young donor is really unlucky~" Even the skinny old monk who didn't like to talk shook his head.

"Indeed, otherwise, who in the whole spiritual world can control him except the old beggar? Fortunately, that guy has already traveled into the starry sky, otherwise it would be really fatal!" An old man seemed to remember the man's figure and shuddered.

On the battlefield, the battle between thousands of sword shadows and the giant cloud beasts was coming to an end, and no one could do anything to anyone. This surprised Chang Qing. Since he started practicing, his spiritual power was several times stronger than that of practitioners at the same level, and cross-level battles had become the norm. Without using his trump card, a woman who was branded by the Heavenly Dao had already made him feel difficult.

“Is this the true pride?”

Changqing spoke, without any frustration, but full of fighting spirit.

However, half a moment later, Changqing was forced back to the horizon with blood at the corner of his mouth.

This woman was truly a monster. Her attack and defense were so coordinated that Chang Qing couldn't find any chance to attack her.

"Hiss~Is this a woman?" Chang Qing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but complain.

"Such a fierce woman is simply a tigress. Who would dare to marry her? She will be torn into eight pieces before she even gets to the bridal chamber!" Chang Qing said this right in front of the woman.

When the woman heard the word fierce coming out of Chang Qing's mouth, a cold light flashed in her eyes, as if her soft spot was touched.

The strings of the zither peeled off and condensed into a long whip, which was swung through the air and wrapped around Changqing's neck.

"Oh, you're so anxious!"

Chang Qing had also been paying attention to the woman. When he saw her flying towards him aggressively, he turned around and ran without any hesitation.

"If I can't beat you, can I still run away?"

Changqing turned into a stream of light and ran away, while the woman chased after him.

He flew down, hid in the woods, and used the cover of the trees to escape.

The big trees that could be hugged by several people were torn into countless wood chips by a whip. Changqing's heart was in his throat. He didn't want to be broken into eight pieces.

The woman seemed to be very angry. Without hesitation, she swung her whip towards Changqing Tianling.

"Want to kill me? First I'll treat you to a big treasure!"

Chang Qing suddenly stopped, then turned around immediately, holding the Dongfeng 51 in his hand, and stood there, looking like he was waiting to die.

Just as the whip was about to swing, Chang Qing said softly: "Daoyou, please stay!"

With a thud, the whip lost its accuracy.

The woman struggled to get up, her eyes full of disbelief. How could someone in the Yundan realm fall down while walking? No one would believe it, but it really happened.

"What did you do to me?" Although the voice was cold, it contained a hint of shame, anger, and confusion.

But the sound was clear and melodious, no worse than the sound of the piano. The woman looked around and looked at Changqing and asked for the first time.

"Oh, so you're not dumb!"

Seeing that he was about to take action, Chang Qing waved his hand and said:

"Hey, hey, hey, girl, what you said is not right. It's as if I have done something to you. What's more, you are the Dharma image in the thunder tribulation. If you really ask me to do it, I really dare not..." Chang Qing waved his hands.

"You..." The woman understood the dirty words immediately after hearing them. She became even more angry and lashed out with the whip, rushing towards Changqing again.

The next moment, the woman stumbled again.

"Ah!!! I'm going to kill you!!"

The woman stopped talking before she could finish her words. A wooden sword had appeared in her chest and pierced into it.

Chang Qing knew that the other party was a natural disaster, so he did not hold back and took advantage of her illness to kill her.

A black stone appeared in his hand and quickly disappeared. This emergency move was more effective at the critical moment.

The stone was the same one that had tripped the three barbarians before. Changqing had been in Yingxu for six years, and Shenlin had taught Changqing some techniques for refining artifacts. The stone was made by refining the lotus petals that he had collected at the beginning and adding the bad luck that Xuanqing had given him.

Changqing named it------Fellow Taoist, please stay!

The resentment in the woman's eyes slowly dissipated, giving Chang Qing goosebumps, as if he was cursed.

Above the clouds of Yingxu, eleven peerless men seemed to be petrified.

Zhidao Bingzun broke the silence: "Did that kid just say something extraordinary?"

"It seems so~" The middle-aged man in red fur coat also shrank his neck.

"This kid is finished!"

"That's right~"

"It's over~"

"Dead!"

Everyone shook their heads, looking at Chang Qing's gloating expression.

As for the Yuhai League, Shangguan Qiuying was laughing so hard that she almost turned into an earthworm, crawling in the darkness.

"As expected of you, it's you! Hahaha, I've been dissatisfied with that arrogant woman for a long time!"

……

After two actual combats, the effect is obvious. Unless one is proficient in the application of the rules, once locked, he can only lie on the ground and eat dirt. It can be said that a rare treasure has been refined unintentionally.

This woman has many tricks and great killing power. Changqing had many wounds on his body after the fierce battle.

Looking at the treetops in the distance, a Confucian scholar stood quietly on the treetop, raised the folding fan in his hand, and signaled Changqing to continue recovering.

Chang Qing immediately complained in his heart: "This guy Tiandao doesn't want to give himself any rest time. He wants to exhaust himself to death in this way!"

Now, it is even more like this, and we have to break through the levels and fight against extremely powerful people.

Changqing's body was indeed badly injured, but he didn't care about it anymore and sat cross-legged. However, Changqing had no intention of recovering.

White mist floated around his body, and all the spiritual energy in his body condensed into a vague shadow behind him. Even with only a rough outline, the figure became otherworldly, like a person from another world, or like a banished immortal from the mortal world.

The sound of the shackles colliding sounded again, and the white figure just flicked it lightly, and the sound of shattering was heard.

The second shackles are opened!