Supreme Alchemy

Zhao Fugui, a disciple of the Baixing Sect.

Xiao Changfeng met him by chance on the way to the ancient ruins.

Later they traveled together and became close friends.

But then we rarely saw each other again.

Xiao Changfeng didn't expect to meet him here.

After not seeing each other for many years, Zhao Fugui's appearance has not changed much.

Still fair-skinned and fat, like a big white steamed bun.

It's just a little less green and a little more mature.

At this moment, he was covered in blood and his black hair was flying, like a demon god.

"Ninth level of saint realm?"

Xiao Changfeng frowned slightly, seeing Zhao Fugui's current strength.

He is not a powerful person in the Heavenly Realm, but only in the Saint Realm.

But he appears here alone, I don’t know why.

At this time, the five people who besieged him were all Tianzun realm experts.

Although they are only at the first or second level of Tianzun Realm.

But for Zhao Fugui, it is a huge threat.

"Little fat man, even if you escape to the ends of the earth today, you will definitely die."

The leader, a man in a green shirt, had a sneer on his face, as if he was watching prey.

His strength is the strongest, reaching the third level of Tianzun Realm.

At this time, he was holding a long sword and his breath was surging.

"There is a road to heaven but you don't take it. There is no door to hell but you break in. This time we finally got the chance."

"When you die, we can go back and taste the taste of a saint."

A young man with sinister eyebrows and evil eyes said with a sinister smile.

"Zhao Fugui, recognize the reality. As long as you stay at ease, we can still give you a happy ending."

"The Baixing Sect is a thing of the past. Even Yunding Tianzun can't protect himself, let alone your disciple."

"Kneel down, kowtow and beg for mercy, or I will cut you into pieces."

The other three people also spoke separately, threatening Zhao Fugui.

"Pooh!"

Zhao Fugui's eyes were fierce and he spat out a mouthful of blood with disdain on his face.

Although he was injured, he was still able to fight.

"A group of young men, who just managed to break through by chance, actually dare to shout in front of grandpa. Let grandpa kill you all with one strike of his sword!"

Zhao Fugui wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled boldly.

He didn't seem to take the current crisis seriously.

"Huh, you don't know whether to live or die. If that's the case, then we will send you to hell!"

The man in green shirt snorted coldly and stopped talking nonsense.

Suddenly the long sword in his hand glowed brightly, and he struck with one strike.

"Heaven-level low-level martial arts: Hundred-Step Divine Sword!"

Bang!

A sword light was a hundred meters in size, but it was extremely condensed, like a river of stars, and like a bolt of lightning.

As vigorous as a dragon, it split the sky. Before the sword light arrived, the world was filled with coldness.

Black space cracks split the surrounding area, and nothing could stop it.

All the rocks, ancient trees, etc. encountered on the way were chopped into pieces.

This sword is deadly and terrifying.

The swordsmanship of the man in green shirt has already reached the state of great achievement, and his power is unparalleled.

"snort!"

Zhao Fugui fought bloody battles without fear.

At this time, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Immediately, he held the scarlet sword-raising gourd in his hand and poured a large gulp of wine into his mouth.

puff!

Zhao Fugui opened his mouth and spit out a stream of wine and sword energy.

The sword energy is like a rainbow, and the wine is refreshingly fragrant.

But it is as condensed as a gang and as fast as a startling giant.

It flew out in an instant.

when!

The sound of gold and iron clashing was deafening, resounding in all directions.

The two sword energies collided in the air, turning into fragments that scattered all over the sky.

Many vegetation, trees and rocks were directly penetrated and shattered.

"This is such a good treasure. It's such a pity that it's in your hands. Only a genius like me deserves to have it!"

The man in green shirt coveted the sword gourd and looked at it greedily.

Zhao Fugui is no more than a saint.

And he is at the third level of Tianzun Realm.

A sword strike with all his strength was blocked by a burst of wine sword energy.

Moreover, the five of them have not captured Zhao Fugui until now.

It's all because of this sword-raising gourd.

This sword-raising gourd was originally a low-grade magic weapon, not particularly precious.

But Zhao Fugui got the wine bug and also had the "Drunk Sword Immortal Technique" given to him by Xiao Changfeng.

I have also had some adventures in these years, and I just promoted the sword-raising gourd, a low-grade magic weapon, to a high-grade magic weapon.

It can be seen that it is extraordinary.

"Let's take action together and deal with this little fat guy as soon as possible!"

The man in green shirt didn't want to waste any more time and immediately called to the other four people.

"Okay, I've wanted to taste the saint for a long time. I'll deal with him as soon as possible and go back to find the saint as soon as possible."

The young man with sinister eyebrows smiled and held a short curved knife in his hand.

Swish, swish, swish!

The five of them took action together, using their own methods to kill Zhao Fugui.

These five people are all Tianzun strong men, not only powerful, but also versatile.

"Ten swords form a formation!"

Although Zhao Fugui was injured, he was not afraid at this time.

He took several gulps of wine suddenly.

Then his face turned pale, his body surface glowed, and he suddenly spurted out.

Suddenly, the wine mist that filled the sky turned into ten wine sword auras.

Each one is ten meters in size, as condensed as steel, as if cast from fine iron.

The ten wine sword energies were arranged in an array, forming a small sword array.

This is a method in "Drunken Sword Immortal Technique", which is unparalleled in power.

Boom!

The sword array flew out and protected Zhao Fugui's body, resisting the attacks of the five people.

The terrible battle wave spread out, destroying everything around.

In the end, Zhao Fugui successfully blocked this wave of attacks.

But he spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered, and his face became paler.

"He is dying, do it in one go, don't give him any chance."

The green-shirted man spoke quickly with gloomy eyes.

The five great celestial masters joined forces, but they couldn't kill a small saint.

This made him angry and wanted to kill Zhao Fugui more urgently.

"Yes!"

The other four people also became ruthless, and immediately the spiritual energy was circulated without money, expanding the field and performing various martial arts.

The sword light crossed the sky, the fist light swept, the boulders fell, and the sword light cut.

Each blow was enough to kill the saint.

If there was no sword-raising gourd, Zhao Fugui would have been defeated long ago.

"Ten swords form a formation!"

At this moment, Zhao Fugui had no other choice but to use the sword formation again.

The sword formation suddenly rang, resisting the attacks of the five people.

However, this time the five men were determined to break through the sword formation.

After a moment.

The sword formation was broken, and the ten wine sword qi also completely collapsed.

Puff!

Zhao Fugui spit out a large mouthful of blood, which spilled into the sky, extremely pungent.

And he could no longer stand, and fell to the ground with a plop.

"Go to hell, little fat man!"

The green-shirted man's eyes lit up, and the sharp murderous intent came out of his eyes, and the long sword in his hand suddenly slashed.

Suddenly, the 100-meter sword light appeared again, slashing directly at Zhao Fugui, trying to kill him with a sword.

At this moment, Zhao Fugui's pupils shrank suddenly, and he held the sword-raising gourd with difficulty, wanting to take another sip of wine.

But it was too late.

Bang!

Just as the 100-meter sword light approached Zhao Fugui, a colorful spiritual light whistled and instantly broke the sword light.

"Who?"

The green-shirted man's face changed and turned his head to look.

"Kill your people!"

Xiao Changfeng strode over, his eyes deep, his black hair messy, like a god of death descending!