Wen Qingye's smile deepened and asked, "How to solve it?"

There seemed to be a hint of tension and oppression in the air.

Tong Bazhi looked at Wen Qingye tightly with his eyes, almost with an extremely strong oppressive force, and then said slowly: "From today on, you Wen Qingye surrendered to me, and I will let you live, you are still the master of Qinglan Realm, how about it?"

Originally, Tong Bazhi planned to kill Wen Qingye and swallow Qinglan Realm directly, but when he saw Wen Qingye, he gave up such an idea, and he admired Wen Qingye very much.

Wen Qingye listened to Tong Bazhi's words quietly, until Tong Bazhi's words were over, Wen Qingye nodded lightly, and said, "This attention is good, I also suddenly changed my attention, you surrender to me, I will spare you a way out, how about it?"

Tong Bazhi laughed and said, "Lord Wen, this joke is not very funny."

Wen Qingye blinked his eyes and looked at Tong Bazhi and said, "Tong Lao Realm Lord, are you friends with me?"

"It's not"

Although Tong Bazhi didn't know why Wen Qingye said this, he still subconsciously replied.

Wen Qingye smiled: "That's right, I usually only joke with my friends"

When Tong Bazhi heard this, his face suddenly sank, and he said in a gloomy manner: "Wen Qingye, it is better to be a man with self-knowledge."

Wen Qingye pretended to be puzzled and asked, "What does the Tong Lao Realm Lord mean by this?" You also said just now, I have a great future in the future, and I will become a great weapon, don't you surrender to me now, don't you have the skill of following the dragon?"

Syllable!

Tong Bazhi slapped his palm towards the stone table, and suddenly the hard bluestone slab was shaken by the huge force, and it directly became torn apart.

When the masters of the two sides saw it, they were all startled by the sudden scene, and then they took out their magic weapons one after another, and their true qi ran wildly.

In a small Changyun Pavilion, the true qi of the riot flowed to a terrifying level.

Tong Bazhi looked at Wen Qingye coldly, and said: "Wen Qingye, since we are all Ming people, then don't say secret words, I invite you to come today, there are only two ways to choose, one is surrender, and the other is death."

"I choose the third"

Wen Qingye slowly stood up, his eyes calmly looking at Tong Bazhi in front of him.

Rumble!

I saw that the top of the Changyun Pavilion was directly shocked by the true qi and flew out, and the masters of the surrounding Qinghe Realm saw it and rushed directly into the distance, and the people of the Qianhua Night Army also retreated into the distance when they saw it.

"Wen Qingye, since you are here today, don't leave"

Tong Bazhi shouted violently, and the vigorous true qi of the Heavenly Immortal Sanpin had already burst out from his body like a storm, and that powerful coercion, like a huge wave, rushed towards Wen Qingye in waves.

Bang bang!

I saw that the surrounding area seemed to be a raging and boundless wave of qi that suddenly dispersed, and the earth trembled violently.

Wen Qingye's body turned into a breeze and quickly retreated towards the rear.

Ordinary Nine Rank Xuan Immortals may have been shocked long ago when they encountered such coercion as Tong Bazhi, and their strength may have been greatly reduced, but Wen Qingye's black eyes did not have the slightest fear, and they were always as calm as water.

Wen Qingye, who was suspended in mid-air, his eyes lit up slightly, and in an instant, a boundless momentum surged out, and Tong Bazhi's momentum like a huge wave was suddenly agitated and rushed towards the rear.

And Wen Qingye's body seemed to be embedded in the sky, constantly being magnified and magnified.

White clouds of smoke shrouded Wen Qingye's body, and a transparent flying sword flew rapidly, emanating from it a heavy, domineering majesty.

In the Changyun Pavilion, the Qinglan Realm was shaken, and the battle of the Qinghe Realm began.

This battle was expected by the two of them.

"Xuan Immortal's cultivation, do you still want to turn the sky upside down?"

Tong Bazhi sneered, and immediately did not hesitate, with a palm of his hand, the true qi like a wave rushed towards Wen Qingye, and at the moment when the true qi rushed down, it was mixed with countless white dao lines.

There is an extremely devouring aura in this white dao pattern, that is, in the surrounding Qinghe Realm, the masters of the Qianhua Night Army have all beaten a chilling cicada.

The Way of Impermanence!

Wen Qingye's hair and clothes swayed with the wind, and then, his fingers were unhurried forward.

Click!

The white wave of true qi that was as white as a horizontal plane directly turned into pieces.

Tong Bazhi saw that his move was easily broken by Wen Qingye, and he didn't show a panicked look, his footsteps stepped forward, and the gloomy white Dao pattern appeared again in the void.

The original countless scattered true qi suddenly became condensed, turning into a series of cold rays, like countless flying arrows, with a sharp cold, dazzling light, covering the sunlight in the sky, and stabbing the past towards Wen Qingye.

What a speed!

Wen Qingye was shocked when he saw the cold light, and he just wanted to dodge, but found that it was too late.

Poof!

Countless cold rays directly pierced Wen Qingye's clothes, and countless red blood marks suddenly flowed out of the torn clothes.

Tong Bazhi looked at Wen Qingye in front of him, and chuckled: "Wen Qingye, I heard that your cultivation has not reached the Heavenly Immortal, but your strength has already reached the Heavenly Immortal level, but today it seems that it makes me a little disappointed."

Wen Qingye shook his head, this was all his own carelessness, he originally thought that his cultivation had improved from an eighth-grade Xuanxian to a nine-rank Xuanxian, and he had improved to a higher level, and he should not fall into disadvantage when dealing with the third-grade Heavenly Immortal Tong Eight Fingers.

However, Wen Qingye ignored that the strength of the eighth-rank Xuanxian to the ninth-grade Xuanxian was far less than that of the second-grade Tianxian to the third-grade Tianxian, and he suffered a secret loss for a while.

The head of the Heng Dao Sect of the Qinghe Realm stroked his beard and said with a smile: "This Wen Qingye is not the opponent of the old realm master, it seems that taking the Qinglan Realm is just around the corner, and the strength of my Heng Dao Sect will also be unprecedentedly improved at that time."

The elder of the Zhu family in Qinghe City nodded and said: "The old realm master takes the Qinglan Realm, the Qinghe Realm, and the power will be second to none in Tianxiang Mansion at that time, and I won't have to look at other people's faces in Qinghe Realm at that time."

The head of the other family said with a smile: "The five thousand masters in my rear have already been pulled, and now, Wen Qingye is not the opponent of the old realm master, and the general trend of the Qinglan realm has gone."

The masters of the surrounding Qinghe Realm nodded one after another, and some of them were even thinking about how to divide the interests of the Qinglan Realm.

Compared with the Qinghe Realm masters, the Qianhua Night Army was motionless, all of them raised their heads and watched the battle situation in the sky tightly.

Above the sky, Tong Bazhi frowned.

He looked at the wounds on Wen Qingye's body, feeling a little incredulous, and muttered to himself, "Why didn't the power of my Shattered Cold Law work, how could your wounds heal so quickly?"

I saw that Wen Qingye's wound that was originally pierced by the cold light was all healed and intact in the blink of an eye, and there was not even a wound, and even the law power of the Impermanence Dao in the wound disappeared without a trace.

The incomparably domineering Qilin Fire directly burned the Yin Qi generated by the Law of Broken Cold, and Wen Qingye, who was cultivating the Dragon Roll Hundred Flowers Xuangong, how could he be easily injured?