Supreme Alchemy

"The Dan King is in trouble!"

Seeing the eight illusory warriors on the ancient martial arts arena.

Everyone's heart sank.

Although these eight warriors are illusory, their strength is extremely real.

Eight powerful warriors of the ninth level of the Tianwu Realm.

Although they are not as good as the Saint Son and the Saint Daughter, they are enough to make people despair.

"Kill!"

Eight warriors rushed from all directions.

They rode on iron horses and charged into battle.

Like ten thousand enemies, unstoppable!

"My eight warriors are collected from famous battlefield generals in history, and each of them can be called a ten thousand enemy."

Li Shusheng held a golden pen and a silver book, like a god who controlled everything.

Planning in the tent, winning thousands of miles away!

"Just ants!"

Looking at the eight warriors rushing towards him.

Xiao Changfeng's face did not change.

Raised his right hand again.

"White Tiger Divine Fist!"

In a battle of killing, no matter how many famous generals there are on the battlefield, how can they defeat the white tiger who is born to kill?

This is the second punch, which is much more powerful than the previous one.

Boom!

It was like a huge bell, shaking the sky.

The ancient martial arts arena seemed to have turned into a battlefield.

The white tiger fought with eight generals.

The iron-blooded killing, the killing was soaring, and the murderous aura was strong.

But the eight generals were too strong.

Although the white tiger phantom tore two generals apart, it was eventually killed.

"The third punch!"

So Xiao Changfeng threw the third punch.

This punch.

The white tiger phantom was half real and half virtual, and the fierce power was even stronger.

Fighting endlessly with the remaining six generals.

In the end, they died together.

The white tiger phantom and the six generals turned into green smoke and dissipated on the ancient martial arts arena.

"The fourth punch!"

Two punches defeated the eight generals, and Xiao Changfeng rushed out violently.

Actively attacking Li Shusheng.

This is the fourth punch of the White Tiger Divine Fist.

The white tiger phantom completely turned into substance.

It seemed to dive out from the fist and tear everything in front of it.

Xiao Changfeng used this punch before.

He blasted Baihuasha.

"Don't worry, Li Shusheng is not Baihuasha. Although this punch is good, it can't hurt him!"

The Son of Ten Thousand Demons was not in a hurry.

But the expectation in his eyes became stronger.

The others also had bright eyes, staring closely at the battle on the ancient martial arts arena.

At this time, before the white tiger.

Li Shusheng still stood calmly, without fear.

He held a golden pen.

He wrote another poem on the silver book.

"Strength to pull mountains and spirit to cover the world!"

The poem was written, and strange phenomena appeared.

Everyone looked up.

I saw a towering overlord appear.

The overlord's appearance could not be seen clearly, but there was a terrifying majesty that shook the world.

He stretched out his hands, without any weapons.

Instead, he collided with the White Tiger Fist with his bare hands.

Boom!

This time, a terrifying roar.

It made everyone's ears buzz and vibrate, almost deafening.

On the ancient martial arts arena, a fist of white sound waves suddenly exploded.

The ancient martial arts arena shook slightly, as if it could not bear it.

However, Xiao Changfeng's fourth punch was blocked by the Overlord who walked out of the silver book.

Li Shusheng stood behind the Overlord.

From beginning to end, he never moved a step.

Wind and rain, golden swords and iron horses, Overlord's phantom.

These are not like martial arts, but more like magic.

Li Shusheng wrote a thousand scenes with every stroke of his pen.

This strength, this ability.

Let the spectators around the ancient martial arts are dazzled.

"The wind is whistling and the Yishui is cold, the warrior will never come back once he leaves!"

Li Shusheng picked up the pen and wrote again.

Suddenly a phantom flashed in the air.

Those with sharp eyes can see it.

In that shadow, there was an assassin who was proficient in assassination.

The assassin hid in the shadows, seeking to kill with one strike.

"Kill one person every ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles!"

Li Shusheng did not give Xiao Changfeng any more time.

He obviously intended to kill Xiao Changfeng directly in one go.

Suddenly, a white-clothed swordsman appeared beside the shadow of the Overlord.

The white clothes fluttered, and the long sword was in his hand.

It seemed that he could cut off the world with one sword.

"Kill all the millions of soldiers in Jiangnan, and the sword on his waist is still bloody!"

Li Shusheng wrote again.

This time, a blood-colored rainbow appeared in the ancient martial arts arena.

In the rainbow, there was a scarlet sword.

The sword was suspended in the air.

But it gave people a feeling of slaughtering millions.

It was daunting.

"Overlord, assassin, white-clothed swordsman, bloody sword, Li Shusheng wrote four lines of poetry at once, it seems that he is going to go all out."

Seeing the various strange phenomena that kept appearing in the ancient martial arts arena.

The pupils of the Wan Yao Saint, who was familiar with Li Shusheng, were dilated at this moment, and the color of expectation was even stronger.

"It is an honor for the Dan King to let Li Shusheng write four lines of poetry at one time."

The Dragon Elephant Saint sighed slightly.

He had also faced Li Shusheng's four lines of poetry before.

Unfortunately, he was defeated in the end.

And he was defeated miserably.

"Each of these four lines of poetry is not weaker than the earth-level martial arts. The Dan King is in danger."

The heart of the Saint Linlang tightened.

The Shijian Granny beside her also frowned slightly.

"Elder Xiao, you must hold on!"

Zhang Jiayang clenched his fists and stared at Xiao Changfeng.

He was the one who was most unwilling to see Xiao Changfeng lose.

Unfortunately, he couldn't intervene on the ancient martial arts arena.

He could only pray that Xiao Changfeng could block it himself.

"Die!"

The Crazy Demon Ancestor was carrying the Three Mountains Sealing Technique, and the scarlet color in his eyes did not diminish at this time.

If Xiao Changfeng died, his guilt would be reduced a lot.

The White Star Golden Emperor did not look at Xiao Changfeng.

Instead, he concentrated on healing Lin Xueer.

The Guangling Saint looked anxious.

"Go!"

At this time, Li Shusheng stood in place and waved his hand gently.

In an instant, all the strange phenomena rushed straight to Xiao Changfeng.

The Overlord's hands seemed to have a force of ten thousand pounds.

Like a mountain pressing down on his head, he rushed straight to the top of Xiao Changfeng's head.

The white-clothed swordsman was as elegant as a fairy, and the whole person turned into a white rainbow and pierced Xiao Changfeng's heart.

The bloody sword was the fastest.

It drew a dazzling blood light in the air.

It went straight to Xiao Changfeng's throat, trying to pierce it with a sword.

The most bizarre.

It was the assassin hiding in the shadows.

He appeared directly behind Xiao Changfeng.

A short dagger appeared, aiming to kill with one strike.

Each of the four anomalies was comparable to a strike of earth-level martial arts.

Even the Saintess Linlang and the Saint of Ten Thousand Demons thought they could not safely block it.

"Is Li Shusheng going to win?"

The Crazy Demon Ancestor showed joy in his eyes, thinking that Li Shusheng had a sure win.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Xiao Changfeng.

They wanted to see how he could resist the four anomalies.

And Xiao Changfeng only had one punch.

"The fifth punch!"

Xiao Changfeng's limit, the fifth White Tiger Divine Fist.

It finally appeared at this time.

"Ah!"

The white tiger phantom appeared, with a layer of platinum light all over its body.

With its feet on the earth, its fighting spirit was high.

The body was surrounded by a strong murderous aura and the evil spirit of the ancient martial arts arena.

It rushed out suddenly.

In one second, the assassin behind was torn into pieces.

In two seconds, the Overlord was slapped and flew away.

In three seconds, the white-clothed swordsman was smashed into the ground and turned into green smoke and dissipated.

In four seconds, the bloody sword made a wail and fell to the ground.

In just four seconds, Li Shusheng's four visions collapsed.

Only Xiao Changfeng clenched his fist and looked down at the world.

He looked at Li Shusheng indifferently and sneered:

"Is this all you can do?"