The final place of the ancient battle between water and fire.

Jiang She's body appeared in an instant, and he punched his head and face.

Chen Ping'an was not in a hurry to draw his sword, but moved forward instead of retreating. He faced Jiang She's punch with one hand.

Just by throwing punches one after another, a vortex of time appeared in the sky above the heads of both parties. This was a strange phenomenon caused by the collision between the fists of both parties and the long river of time.

Within the vortex of time, there are still various strange scenes that occur one after another, showing the fighting process of various ancient battlefields, like vivid murals.

After all, it was a punch from an eleventh-level martial artist. Chen Pingan retreated, retreated again and again. In an instant, a long blue line stretched out for more than ten miles, and finally stood still, his sleeves bulging, as if there was something there.

There was a series of muffled thunder sounds. Chen Ping'an shook his sword, and the golden light on the tip of the sword flowed and shone brightly.

"You have some strength. If you are a strong warrior and dare to take this punch forcefully, you will probably be reincarnated by now."

Standing where Chen Ping'an originally stood, Jiang She twisted his wrist to disperse the punch, showing some admiration, and said with a smile: "Compared to the last time he fell to the ground and pretended to be dead after catching half a punch in Taiping Mountain, there is no improvement.

few."

The five martial arts in the body, fighting two against three, are like a battlefield of endless battles. Within Jiang She's small world of human body, there are like three groups of rebels making trouble. This makes Jiang She inevitably a little irritable, and he must be distracted to suppress them, such as

The emperor had to leave the capital to personally fight the rebellion, but he was still at a disadvantage in terms of military strength.

Jiang She didn't need any words or even use the slightest spiritual energy. He just waved. The crack in the earth that he had stepped on with his knees turned out to be a "mountain" array. The center was the Ancestral Dragon Mountain, and the rest was made of

This dragon vein extends out.

This hand is like the incisive technique of engraving seals in later generations. When Jiang She gave the order, the large formation rose from the ground. The mountains were undulating. Except for the dark color, they were the same as the shape of the mountains in the world. The formation was like a big mountain pressing down on the top, Chen Ping'an looked into the distance.

That mustard seed was smashed away with a bang. It was like a mountain seal that was as big as an upside-down mountain. It used the earth as rice paper and headed towards the Chen Ping'an seal with lightning speed.

Chen Pingan didn't move at all. He just raised his long sword and made a free stroke towards the top, easily cutting it into pieces.

The majestic mountains then collapsed, and the infinite Taoist meaning contained in the formation, without the support of the hub, turned into a majestic heavy rain, splashing out, and countless golden raindrops fell to the ground. This scene was extremely dazzling.

The great catastrophe-like overwhelming victory.

Just cut with one sword.

Jiang She smiled. If his skills were limited to this, how could he dare to say that he had lost half of one and went up to the sky for a careful meeting. I saw those golden raindrops had just touched the ground, contaminated with some earthy nature, and transformed into a statue.

Hundreds of thousands of golden warriors wearing armor stood up and formed a formation to surround and kill Chen Ping'an. There were still mountains that had not been completely broken, manifesting in mid-air into burly god generals wearing various armors, hundreds of feet tall.

Without waiting, he held a weapon, or used a magical power, or launched a series of offensive techniques. Thousands of magical powers, piled up like a dense burst of arrows, rushed towards Chen Ping'an...

Chen Ping'an had a smile on his face, holding a long sword in his hand, his mind moved slightly, and the sword light overflowed, like weaving a bright full moon.

The full moon suddenly expanded, and the moon wrapped around the long sword, covering the swordsman in blue with a hosta on his head. The sword energy was unparalleled, and the moonlight was like water, flooding the entire world in an instant.

Whatever magical powers or spells, powerful warriors on the earth, gods in golden armor hanging in the air...the mighty momentum of the killing was all washed away by the sword energy and dissipated silently.

Chen Ping'an frowned slightly and looked down, only to see a short halberd of colorful light stuck across his heart, which penetrated his heart and back at some point.

Slowly pulling out the short halberd that was not a real thing, using a little more force with his fingers, he crushed it gently. All he could see was that the heart pierced by the halberd was just a ball of golden light as thick as mercury. There was no trace of blood, so it couldn't be counted.

Fatal injuries, to be called injuries, are probably a bit reluctant. This is the strength of this divine body. It is spotless, flawless, and has no flaws, and the avenue circulates endlessly on its own.

Indeed, half of the human beings who can remotely compete with Heaven's Zhou Mi are really that easy to kill once Chen Ping'an no longer hides?

Jiang She stood in the distance, stretched out his hand to hold the spear and "broken the formation", put one hand on his cheek, and laughed angrily.

Just now, by accident, his cheek was pierced by an elusive green flying sword. However, the wound healed very quickly. Of course, Jiang She was fine, but he just lost some face.

However, a drop of blood was still wiped away by the flying sword. Chen Pingan raised his hand and put the flying sword fifteen into his sleeve. He rubbed the trophy with his two fingers and looked a little regretful. It was a pity that it did not involve his own soul. Otherwise, if he could be like Zheng

If you chase down the big demon Tu Tu in the middle, you will make money. Chen Pingan flicked the drop of blood to the ground, and a useless "Jiang She" appeared next to him.

This illusion temporarily cast by Chen Ping'an using talismans is useless in terms of killing power, but it has other uses. It is like a rubbing used to explore the number of caves in the human body, the trend of meridians, and the natal objects that have been refined.

, allowing Chen Ping'an to see some of Jiang She's inside scenes.

But before Chen Pingan could take another look, "Jiang She" rebelled. I don't know what kind of methods Jiang She used to make him switch sides in the face of the battle, and punched Chen Pingan directly in the face.

Chen Pingan stretched out his hand and broke its neck, and it collapsed to the ground. Its body melted like snow and returned to a drop of blood. He wanted to escape and flee. Chen Pingan spread his palm, and a pocket formation trapped it, and then trapped it.

It was imprisoned in an invisible white bowl above the palm of the hand, and a drop of blood kept spinning, bumping into walls everywhere, like the sun and the moon moving around in the plate.

Jiang She suddenly released his spear and asked, "Do you dare to have an upright martial arts battle?"

Chen Ping'an smiled as usual, "Do you dare to have an open and aboveboard intellectual debate? Recite poems, compose poems, and compete in literary talent?"

While speaking, he gently shook his wrist, and in the rough embryo "inside the bowl" hanging above the palm of his hand, a drop of blood evolved into "Jiang She", "Yuan Shen", "Military Strategist", and "Martial Arts", a total of seven characters, in small regular script.

For example, an inscription is written in ink on the inner wall of a snow-white porcelain bowl, just waiting to be fired in the kiln.

Judging from the posture, Chen Ping'an wanted to help the ancestor of the military strategist to imitate a piece of natal porcelain?

Although the rough white bowl has not yet been smelted, it is as thin as paper and crystal clear. Only seven characters can be seen arranged in an array inside the bowl.

Jiang She narrowed his eyes, was he being mysterious? Or was he on target? Could it be that on the battlefield outside that day, as a reward for working together to change the trajectory of Qingdao, avoiding the tragedy of two worlds colliding, it was such a great merit that Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou made an exception.

Is this secret technique for Chen Pingan?

Chen Pingan grabbed the bowl with one hand and raised it high. Looking at the still blank bottom of the bowl, he seemed to be hesitating about what inscription should be engraved to suit the occasion.

The Big Dipper is high.

Jiang She shook his head, "It turns out you were just pretending to be a ghost. You lacked the 'heat'."

Even if the little Fukan girl from Xue Qingming Tianxia builds a Ziwei Yuan formation in Yinzhou, after all, Chen Ping'an is half a one, so naturally he is more legitimate than the ghost Xu Juan, and can become an formation in his own right.

Hub. This battlefield site of the battle between water and fire does retain a lot of two Taoist charms. It is a natural kiln mouth. But when it comes to this Beidou, the word "note" cannot be used. Jiang She is not a demon clan, and has not been hidden by young people.

Official sewing carries the real name, not to mention that Chen Ping'an is not a real fire dragon who has reached the fourteenth level.

In a fight on the top of a mountain, every great monk has a few tricks up their sleeves, and they only have to worry about some side tricks that will surprise them and win.

During the construction of the road, Jiang She suffered a lot from this. He was hit by some strange tricks many times, which made him disgraced and wasted a lot of time. Of course, those who were his enemies would suffer even greater losses.

Chen Pingan pretended to be stunned, as if his trick had been exposed. As expected, he did not write the inscription before throwing it into the dragon kiln for firing. He released his fingers and a white bowl with red letters slid into his sleeve.

First condense the water to operate the bowl, and then use the fire to refine it. It is a simulated water-fire battle that Chen Pingan uses the right time and place to pull the heaven and earth energy. The remaining heavenly law that has been circulating in the local area for thousands of years will regard Jiang She as someone who must be killed.

The enemy of the road.

Linked together.

It is obvious that Chen Ping'an used the art of war to treat others in their own way.

Chen Ping'an's pure golden eyes stared straight at Jiang She.

When you are alive, you are wading in a long river of time that you don’t know where it starts and where you don’t know where it will end.

There are many similarities.

On the path of spiritual practice, both sides have martial arts and magical powers.

Jiang She was the first person in the ancient world to single-handedly kill a god and break the golden body. With this, he was protected by a "humane" destiny.

Chen Ping'an was the first Qi practitioner in Lizhu Dongtian Town. So he returned to the gambling table, lit a stick of incense in the courtyard, and the light skyrocketed.

They are all treasonous and heretical.

Their confrontation today seems like a destiny, like collecting and repaying debts from each other.

The shadow of the famous tree.

One of the top ten tycoons in the ancient world, the fourth in the world, the ancestor of military strategists, and the eleventh level of martial arts.

Any title you pick is enough to make a Fourteenth Realm monk feel stressed.

Chen Ping'an also learned a skill from Xiao Mo. He didn't take it too seriously when asking anyone about swordsmanship. He was afraid that he would be an idiot. No matter how powerful he was, he was still a human being.

Jiang She asked: "Did you have any premeditation in choosing this place as the battlefield?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Forgot."

There were indeed some imaginary enemies, such as Wu Shuangjiang, who had a fight on the night ship, Pei Min, one of the two preachers in Lutai, who conspired with Tian Wan, Bai Shang, who had been plotting against the destiny of Aquarius Island Kendo for a long time, and

That Wuzhou is very likely to "attack and kill Chen Ping'an to seize the treasure".

In order to imprison one's own divinity, one must choose to forget, build a cage, build layers of passes, and draw the ground as a prison for self-imprisonment and self-exile.

Jiang She looked at Chen Ping'an holding a long sword with a sarcastic look on his face, and said with a sneer: "When you recognize your master, you will be separated into strict rules and insurmountable priorities. Why bother? It's better to form a contract as equals in the first place."

In short, Chen Ping'an, who is now a swordsman in the immortal realm, has a Taoist mind and realm that are the biggest constraints to the sword wielder.

During the last "mountain climbing" reunion, on the surface, the sword holder also handed out several swords to Jiang She, seemingly doing whatever he wanted and unfettered. In fact, Chen Ping'an, as the owner, did not have any murderous intentions at the time. To be precise,

There is no strong ups and downs in Taoist heart, so the sword holder will appear extra free, just like she kills the armored man in the sky, just because Chen Pingan, the master, is not around. Once Chen Pingan meets the armored man, he can't afford to kill him.

His heart is fine, but as long as he has murderous intentions, the sword holder will have to abdicate. He must give up the throne to Chen Ping'an, change his identity, and let the latter become the sword holder.

Jiang She shook his head with pity in his eyes, "I really feel sorry for you couple, and I feel even more embarrassed."

Otherwise, if there is someone beside Chen Pingan who is as lethal as a sword wielder, how difficult would it be for Chen Pingan to act as a thug and protector, even if Chen Pingan is just a Jade Pu realm swordsman, wandering around the world?

Even if the god's status is as high as the one holding the sword, he is not the co-lord of the ancient heaven after all, and he will not be able to obtain true and pure freedom.

Just because the other four supreme gods are still not as high as Heaven.

Jiang She suddenly said something strange, "In that meeting on the bank of the long river of time, I believe that the moment you first saw the sword holder, you would have been desperate and a little angry?"

Chen Ping ignored it and said to himself: "I didn't bother you, but you took the initiative to come to my door."
To be continued...