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Fusang Gongzi stood in the distance, the fiery red divine flame rose and fell around him, standing in the flames, a huge divine tree looming behind him, standing in the flames, like walking on the gods of the world. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Qing Lin looked indifferently at the last enemy left, the killing intent in his eyes was extremely cold, and the blow of the Snow Phoenix King made him suffer a lot of injuries, but Qing Lin was still not ready to let go of Fusang Gongzi, the divine spear was aimed at Fusang Gongzi, the Nine Dragons Blood Spear was extremely cold, and the rich bloody qi gushed out, forming a boundless evil qi.

In the face of Qinglin's strength, whether to choose to avoid, or to fight, this is a difficult choice, with the current power of Qinglin, Fusang Gongzi knows that he will be defeated, although he is very confident, but it does not mean that he is conceited, no one knows his depth over the years, even if he is a brother who is out of the same class, he doesn't know where his strength is, as if the world thinks he is as strong as he is, there is no bottom line.

Even if it is such a Fusang child, he is a powerful and trembling existence, and his cultivation is unfathomable. Now it seems that everyone has underestimated the true strength of Fuso Gongzi. It's a pity that in the face of Qinglin at this moment, he also had to flow into a solemn expression, it is hard to imagine that such a powerful character will also hesitate, it is not difficult to imagine how compelling Qinglin is at this time, so that a character like him is a little stunned.

He didn't want to show his full strength too early, he knew that there was a nine-headed divine kite in the Northern Regions, as long as he was still there, he would not show himself perfectly, unless he already had the confidence to be able to kill the nine-headed divine kite, otherwise he would not go all out, but in the face of Qinglin, if he didn't go all out, he would definitely fall, and how could he keep his hands in the battle of the peak.

Feeling the boundless evil aura on Qinglin's body, this warrior couldn't hide, "I have to fight!" He sighed in his heart, there was no other choice, if he left like this, this would be a serious blow to his invincible faith.

Moreover, in the face of Qinglin, who may go crazy at any time, even if he wants to retreat, he will be caught up by him, rather than being chased and killed, which will only increase the humiliation, it is better to really fight to the death, he feels that there is still a few percent chance of victory, and he can kill the opponent.

He is still very confident in his own strength, the original looming Fusang ancient tree is gradually consolidating, the fiery red divine fire is steaming, a kind of extremely strong and sunny breath is permeating, the heat wave is monstrous, and the fire clouds are dense.

This is the supreme power of the sun, a kind of most primordial power, and the use of it can be traced back to the primeval period at the earliest, and there are unpredictable manifestations of gods and ghosts. Although he was not able to truly comprehend the power of the sun, just one appearance was enough to shock the world, and such a powerful flame was enough to burn the sky and boil the sea.

Feeling the rolling heat waves, Qinglin condensed Fusang Gongzi and said lightly: "Everyone underestimates you, you are very strong, stronger than them!"

Fusang Gongzi stood in the flames, his body was full of fire, like a big sun, and his voice came out of the flames, "I'm not sure of defeating the nine-headed god kite, so I don't need to go all out!"

"It seems that the nine-headed divine kite is putting a lot of pressure on you!" At this moment, Qinglin put away the evil qi in his body, the sea of blood slowly condensed in his hand, and the blood light on the blood spear was endless, which was extremely weird.

"The Supreme Holy Sword, the Halberd of the Dead, and the Immortal, these are the nightmares of countless monks in the Northern Regions, and now that he has condensed the true blood of Qingluan, he has become even more terrifying, I can tell you, the seven sons of the Divine Kite clan, and the other six sons have absorbed the true blood of Qingluan just now, you can imagine how strong his strength has changed!"

"There's no denying I'm strong, but I've already lost once, and I'm not going to lose a second time. Qinglin said in a firm tone.

"You and I fight with all my might, I want to see how strong I am now, I haven't shot with all my strength for a long time, I know I'm tall, but how tall I am, I don't know, so I borrow your hand to start today, and after killing you, I will fight the nine-headed god kite for you!" Fusang Gongzi's tone was extremely calm, but everyone could feel the power in their bodies that was about to explode.

Looking indifferently at the Fusang Gongzi who was like the scorching sun, Qinglin shook his hand, and the blood-red spear released several divine lights that soared into the sky, constantly impacting away.

The sea of blood was surging under his feet, and the waves hit the sky, rushing to the blue sky of tens of thousands of feet, and all the clouds were scattered, washing the sky clean.

Endless blood bombarded, Fusang Gongzi stood in the distance and snorted coldly, and a monstrous scorching heat filled the sky and the earth in a breath, and the heaven and earth were like a fire.

At this moment, the monk who had retreated into the distance still couldn't help sweating like rain, unable to bear the heat, Fusang Gongzi was really like the sun in the world at this moment, which was unacceptable.

There was a terrible sight ahead, the blood-colored waves that rushed thousands of feet high and shattered the clouds were all evaporated and turned into mist, and the sky was filled with water vapor, which was completely caused by the terrifying heat!

There seemed to be two rounds of suns in the sky, and the cold breath made people feel desperate, just like the scene of ten days in the sky in ancient times, although it was not so terrifying, but the heat wave that rolled away really made people feel sad. Even Qinglin couldn't help sweating like rain, concentrating slightly.

This is the holy power of the sun, the most rigid to the yang, burning everything, and having the ability to smelt all things, although Fusang Gongzi is not really the power of the sun, but this kind of power is no longer comparable to ordinary flames.

It was a shocking picture, everything was blurred, and the waves of blood rolled away, only to be evaporated by the divine flames and became a cycle.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a black flame divine spear pierced through the air, carrying endless divine flames, condensing infinite sun holy power, and penetrating towards Qinglin's chest.

Fusang Gongzi finally launched an attack, the divine spear transformed, under the mist, unpredictable, the sun is like the admiration of the sky, and the consultation is vast.

Qing Lin's indifferent punch blasted out, making a sound like glass breaking, and the flame divine spear shattered into dozens or hundreds of pieces, turning into a divine fire full of sky, fluctuating, but unfortunately, as long as the power of the sun god was not extinguished, it still came.

"Buzz!"

With a soft sound, there were fiery red flame spears everywhere, and every inch of space was filled, like thousands of arrow feathers flying out, concentrating on one point, bombarding and killing.