He walked into the incense cave, and without any hesitation, his eyes went directly to the man in white robe sitting on the throne.
The great sage sat on the throne, as supreme as usual, but his temperament was more indifferent than before.
There was a little more humanity, not much, but something unusual and a sense of familiarity that was hard to explain.
Similar to that lightning spear.
He asked, "Why?"
After just two years of not seeing each other, the other person's aura has changed so much.
The Great Sage shook his head without explaining, and Qiu Wuji did not ask any further questions. There was no need to know every single thing in the world.
He slowly drew out the Immortal-Slaying Sword from his back. A cold light illuminated the entire cave, and all the incense gods felt a chill on their necks.
There was no sword intent rising into the sky, no sword light spanning the sky and the earth, but only a chill that made everyone feel cold all over.
"Qiu Wuji, I appreciate your great skills."
Panhu slowly stood up from the throne, like an ancient sacred mountain rising from the ground, making people look up unconsciously.
Thousands of thunders rose from the throne into the sky, spreading like a spider web and supporting the entire cave.
The thunder from the sky overturned the heaven and earth.
Qiu Wuji took a step forward, the sword light was like snow, and everything was silent.
This sword only has a hint of cold light.
The sword light was condensed to the extreme, and restrained to the point where there was no exposed sword intent.
This is the pinnacle of swordplay. Even the invincible swordsman in the East would find it difficult to match this sword.
Panhu remained unmoved in the face of the sword light, not even looking at it. He looked at his palm, where a ball of lightning was flashing continuously.
He gently threw out the thunder ball, and the dazzling lightning in it expanded instantly, almost covering half of the incense cave.
The sword light was swallowed by the thunder, and only the clanging sound of the sword could be heard.
After a few breaths, a ray of sword light cut through the thunderclouds.
There was a hint of joy in Dayu Yansheng's eyes. It seemed that Li Changsheng was not completely invincible.
At this moment, Panhu still had the leisure to pay attention to his brother's expression, because he had not yet used his full strength.
Qiu Wuji broke through thousands of thunders, and the sword light approached the divine position in an instant, extending all the way to Panhu's forehead. It only needed to be half an inch closer to pierce it.
In less than half a breath, he would be dead.
Qiu Wuji's sword never showed mercy. He stabbed with all his strength. If he died, he could only blame himself for being inferior to the other.
At the critical moment, a calm voice sounded.
"Don't die." Panhu said this, his tone calm but with a sense of certainty.
A dim light enveloped his body, and a figure slowly walked out from the long river of time and attached itself to Panhu.
The figure of the great sage no longer existed in Qiu Wuji's sight. All that was left was a man wearing a coarse Taoist robe, with an ordinary face and drooped eyes.
When we met each other's eyes, his gaze seemed to encompass everything.
Li Changsheng.
If you go any deeper you will die!
Qiu Wuji made a prompt decision to step back and create some distance between him and the person in front of him. However, the distance did not move him away, but instead he got closer.
The space was shortened, and every inch of space seemed to be ten thousand meters away.
Dayu Yansheng was surprised. This kind of space application was too poor for it, not even 1/10 of its own. But it was the first time he saw someone other than himself using space to such an extent.
One tenth of his ability is comparable to that of the Holy King.
Li Changsheng raised his hand and clenched his fist. Qiu Wuji displayed three swords again at a faster speed, and the next second a golden bell composed of Buddha's light blocked his sword firmly.
Qiu Wuji opened his eyes wide, unable to hide his surprise.
This time it is Buddhism.
With one punch, the blood and energy rushed to the sky, and the force broke the void.
Qiu Wuji took the punch hard, and the extreme pure power almost shattered the sword light that protected his body.
This time it's the flesh.
In just three moves, he saw several avenues, and any one of them could be used to play against him for several moves.
Qiu Wuji knew that Li Changsheng had learned a lot, and he was said to have mastered three thousand magical powers, exhausting all the knowledge in the world, and mastering the laws of heaven and earth. But in his opinion, these were all empty names, and they were all ignorant people using their own tiny vision to observe an almighty being.
Li Changsheng's most powerful skill is thunder magic. The ultimate thunder magic is comparable to the power of heaven and earth, and is stronger than a heavenly calamity.
Rather than calling it a calamity from heaven, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a punishment from heaven.
There is still a glimmer of hope for survival in the case of heavenly calamity, but there is basically no chance of survival in the case of heavenly punishment.
'Am I the frog in the well?'
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Qiu Wuji was immediately pulled back to reality by a sense of crisis, and his body reacted almost like a conditioned reflex.
Cheng tried to avoid Li Changsheng by moving around, but when a flash of lightning appeared, he knew his intuition was wrong.
There's no way to escape.
Hiss!
It was like thunder falling from the sky, or like millions of thunders roaring.
Spider-web-like cracks suddenly appeared on the space barrier of the Xianghuo Cave Heaven. Every inch of Qiu Wuji's flesh and blood was torn apart by the extreme thunder, and his sword light could only protect his vital parts.
This was just the beginning. Qiu Wuji knew that the other party had not really used his full strength and was just using the opportunity to perform.
Borrowing Li Changsheng's stage and performing Li Changsheng's plays.
But this is also a mountain that I cannot bear.
In the end, Qiu Wuji slashed with his sword with all his might, but was still annihilated by a flash of lightning. He fell powerlessly from the sky.
Looking up at the indifferent expression of the Taoist priest in green, the distance between them kept widening, as if it was an insurmountable chasm between the two.
Li Changsheng sat back on the throne, his figure was in a trance, the dim light blurred his face, and finally disappeared into nothingness.
Panhu looked at Dayu Yansheng who had fallen into silence and asked, "How is it?"
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