Immortal fate

Hearing the words "Wu'an Jun", Hu Qing, who was standing aside, changed his face instantly, and Li Yi also noticed it immediately. Obviously, this Wu'an Jun is very unusual and should be very famous.

Just when Li Yi was thinking, Hu Qing had already started to send a message to Li Yi, saying: "Junior Brother Li, this person is Wu'an Jun, his strength is unfathomable. Although he is a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, he has fought with a cultivator in the late stage of the Nascent Soul. Not only did he escape successfully, but he also slightly injured the cultivator in the late stage of the Nascent Soul. You must not make him your enemy."

Hearing this, Li Yi's heart was also moved. He looked at the other party deeply, chuckled, and said: "I am Li Yi, and I have met Wu'an Jun. There is no big grudge between me and His Highness Qin Hao, but His Highness Qin Hao has been holding on to me and won't let go.

As long as His Highness Qin Hao stops staring at me, it will be fine. Wu'an Jun and Qin Huang I have to give face to His Highness. It would be the best if His Highness Wu Anjun is willing to help me resolve the situation. I am already a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, so I will not get along with a junior. However, if His Highness Qin Hao is still so impulsive and wants to attack me as soon as we meet, then I will not be polite. "

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Li, I will definitely not do that in the future. Fellow Daoist Li is really generous. I, Wu Ji, am willing to make friends with you. However, I see that Fellow Daoist Li has unfathomable strength, especially the power of divine thoughts, which is very powerful. I am itching to learn from you. I wonder if you agree?" Wu Ji looked at Li Yi with a smile and said meaningfully.

After hearing this, Li Yi frowned and showed some doubts on his face. He really didn't understand the other party's intention.

Before Li Yi could speak, Hu Qing, who was standing beside him, said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Wu Ji, you are joking. Junior Brother Li, you just condensed your Nascent Soul not long ago, how can you be a match for Wu Anjun! I think the duel is over, after all, we just settled our grievances, if there is any damage due to such trivial matters as the duel, it will be bad."

"So it's Fellow Daoist Hu Qing from Wanxiang Sect, Fellow Daoist Hu, don't worry at all, Fellow Daoist Li and I are just exchanging magical powers, not a life-and-death fight, if we find something wrong, we will stop immediately. And maybe, Fellow Daoist Li, is willing to agree to fight with me?" Wu Anjun in white said with a smile, but his eyes were fixed on Li Yi, as if he wanted to see through Li Yi.

Li Yi also glanced at Wu Anjun. After a change of expression, he regained his composure and said calmly: "Since Fellow Daoist Wu Ji has spoken, I will no longer refuse. I will make a three-move agreement with Fellow Daoist Wu. After three moves, no matter whether we win or lose, the matter will be over.

But Fellow Daoist Wu Ji, you must tell me why you must fight with me. I don't think that Fellow Daoist Wu Ji would make such a request for no reason."

"Hehe, three moves? No problem. As long as Fellow Daoist Li can take three moves from Wu, I will certainly tell you the specific reason. But if you can't take it? Then..." Wu Anjun said with a smile. He didn't finish his words, but everyone must understand the meaning.

"Okay."

After hearing this, Li Yi said something.

Then, he threw his left hand into the sky, and a black light flashed. The Black Prison Peak turned into a black mountain with a size of more than 100 feet, pressing down on Wu Anjun, with an extremely intimidating momentum.

Just when the black mountain was about to approach him, a strong force of attraction suddenly came from the mountain and spread towards Wu Anjun. The faces of the Yuanying-stage cultivators standing beside Wu Anjun changed drastically. Several Jindan-stage cultivators were about to be sucked away and soon flew into the air, which made the faces of these Jindan-stage cultivators change drastically. The Yuanying-stage cultivators around them hurriedly took action to pull them back.

At this time, only Chu Yuanlan and Qin Hao could still stand on the scene. They could barely stabilize their bodies, but their faces were also very bad.

Looking at the mountain pressing down from the sky, Wu Anjun's eyes lit up and roared, "Come on."

Then, he soared into the air and stabbed the bronze halberd in his hand forward. In an instant, a halberd of several dozen feet in size appeared in the air, carrying thousands of green halberd phantoms, and crashed into the Black Prison Peak.

"Bang."

A loud bang spread all around, and the black mountain and the bronze halberd all flew backwards twice. After one, it was evenly matched, and no one got the upper hand. Li Yi was shocked. The strength of Wu Anjun was a few points stronger than he expected. He knew how powerful his Black Prison Peak was. It was incredible that the other party could take it easily.

"I don't want to be rude, Li Daoyou, take my move too."

After the middle-aged man in white finished speaking, a blood-colored long sword condensed in front of him. This blood-colored long sword seemed to be condensed by killing intent and countless divine thoughts. To gather so much killing intent, the other party must have killed a lot of people to form a killing intent that was like a substance. Coupled with the power of the other party's divine thoughts, it was also very powerful. Although it was not as good as him, it was far beyond the average Yuanying period cultivator.

Looking at the blood-red sword slashing towards him, Li Yi's face became very solemn. The divine consciousness in his sea of ​​consciousness was running rapidly, surging out like a tide. Li Yi's divine consciousness formed a ten-foot-long white sword.

Looking at the long sword in the air, Li Yi pointed at it with one hand. Countless transparent divine fires appeared on the white long sword and burned fiercely on it. An invisible momentum continued to spread around.

Li Yi's clothes were blown by the invisible momentum, and the faces of Hu Qing, Meng Yian, and Chu Xiongyuan changed again and again. They retreated rapidly, fearing that they would be affected. Hu Qing exclaimed in the air and said, "Such a strong sword intent, such a powerful divine mind, how is this possible?"

Looking at the sword intent in front of him, Li Yi pointed at it with one hand, and the long sword with divine mind flashed in the air, and the next moment, it slashed on the blood-colored long sword.

"Boom, crack."

The blood-colored long sword and the transparent long sword were slashed together in an instant, making a loud noise, and then cracked and shattered, slowly disappearing in the air, and the invisible momentum continued to spread around.

Li Yi and Wu Anjun also groaned and retreated hundreds of feet before they stabilized themselves. They looked at each other with a serious expression.