Rebirth of the Great Desolation: The opening system is stuck

"This Taoist is not simple!"

"It's kind of interesting, it's the first time I've met this king at such a young age!"

"Don't underestimate Long Qi, this person has made it to this day as a first-level casual cultivator, and he definitely has a lot of trump cards. If anyone underestimates him, he will die without knowing how to die!"

"Hey, walking in the wilderness, don't underestimate anyone, don't underestimate the casual cultivators. The higher the cultivation base, the more terrifying the casual cultivators are, because they have walked along the way without the help of sects, families, and forces. What they get is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Not to mention that his fighting power is far superior to that of his peers, and his methods are weird, and his cards are endless, making it hard to guard against."

"This king once investigated Long Qi. This man is a serious casual cultivator. When he killed the enemy in the Shura world, his methods were so weird that it was unbelievable. Where did he come from? I guess Long Qi was accompanying Luo Luo. That boy He is playing!"

The creatures on both sides of the enemy and us are discussing in low voices, some creatures with good deeds even secretly set up small casinos, some betting on the dragon's odd victory, some betting on the Luohe victory, and what's more, some even bet on a tie between the two of.

Practitioners encounter this kind of competition, especially when the two sides are evenly matched, they will often gamble and earn some extra income.

Whether it was Di Xin or Emperor Zhenwu, they didn't care about these little things at all. Their focus was on Long Qi and Luo He.

Under Long Qi's oppression, Luohe pushed the psychic sword to the level of success in one fell swoop, which was also a surprise to Emperor Zhenwu. Regardless of the victory or defeat, Luohe made a profit this time, and then Down is life-saving.

In the world of dust whisk, there are many silk threads as white as snow, cutting the space inside.

Luo He holds the psychic sword, and the sword body is full of strange aura, like a balloon, swinging away the cut silk thread.

The sharpness of the Necromancer Excalibur can't do anything to the softness of Fuchen, similarly, the softness of Fuchen can't do anything to the sharpness of the Necromancer Excalibur, the two are almost the same.

In just a few breaths, Luo He's face turned rosy. The long-term battle had exhausted him a lot. Now he was trapped in the world of dust whisk, and he was even more restrained. The result of continuing could be imagined.

The rabbit jumps over the wall in a hurry, and the dog bites people in a hurry. At this moment, Luohe does not know the specific identity of Long Qi, but regards him as an opponent of the same realm, and the arrogance in his heart tells him that he cannot admit defeat!

As a swordsman, and a swordsman with a different bone, Luohe has his own pride and his own bottom line, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he would rather bend than bend.

Seeing that the world of whisk is getting smaller and smaller, Luohe shouted loudly, and his whole body and the psychic sword in his hand merged into one, flying among thousands of silk threads of whisk.

Luohe, who is integrated with the sword body, is like a ray of light, slender and dazzling, even the silk thread can't stop the touch.

"Humph."

Long Qi let out a low shout, flicked his wrist, and a miniature hill appeared in his hand.

The hill is dark and thick, full of magnetism, and extremely attractive. Through the world of the dust whisk, the sharp weapons of the gods outside clank, and even some creatures with weak cultivation bases can't help but shoot at the world of the dust whisk. and go.

"Xiantian Cishan, this Longqi really has a lot of tricks!"

"I just said that Long Qi will definitely win this battle!"

"Hey, this is the demeanor that our casual cultivators should have!"

"Fuck it!"

"If you want to take down the Naluo River by relying on the Realm of Whisk and the Innate Magnetic Mountain, I'm afraid it's beyond your power!"

"Emperor Zhenwu personally named Luohe to fight. This person is by no means as simple as he appears."

When the surrounding creatures are talking about it, in the world of dust whisk.

Just hearing Luohe's hissing sound like golden swords clashing: "Sword World, open!"

This cry has the power to open up the world, and the thousands of dusty threads that had trapped Luohe just now were broken inch by inch in the blink of an eye, and even the innate magnetic mountain that was about to fall was overturned by this overbearing cry.

The sword intent, which was even more violent than Cheng Zhiwei in Luohe's psychic sword just now, swept across in an instant.

Luohe's hair is disheveled, and his armor is dazzling.

"Long Qi, it's time to end."

After finishing speaking, he slashed out with a sword, and the spatial blade arrived in front of Long Qi in an instant. Long Qi was unhurried, divine light appeared all over his body, and a tortoise shield appeared in front of him.

The tortoise shield blocked the spatial blade from Luohe, and then bounced the spatial blade back with lightning speed.

Everything happened between lightning and flint, which caught people off guard. Just as Luo He raised his sword, the spatial blade had already struck.

With a crisp clang, Luo He's figure advanced instead of retreating, like a flash of lightning, splitting the space blade in an instant, and then stepped in front of Long Qi.

The psychic sword fell on the turtle shell, and one sword was like thousands of swords, shaking out fine lines on the turtle shell.

Seeing that the psychic sword was about to break the tortoise shell, at the critical moment, Long Qi suddenly removed the tortoise shell, his fists were like an angry dragon going out to sea, one punch hit the psychic sword, and the other fell on Luohe's body. above the armor.

The sound of Jin Ge clashing could be heard endlessly, Long Qi's fist seemed to have a lot of strength, and it fell on Luo He's body through the psychic sword and the golden armor.

This blow had been planned for a long time, and the terrifying energy fell on Luo He's body, causing Luo He to bleed endlessly!

Luohe fell into the West Sea, blood stained the water all over his body, his face was as pale as paper, and he had lost the strength to fight again.

Long Qi didn't intend to give up, and appeared in front of Luo He in a flash. Luo He raised his sword to block it, but was kicked away by Long Qi's psychic sword.

"Long Qi, for this battle, I, Heavenly Court, admit defeat!"

Emperor Zhenwu gave Gui Jiang a look, and Gui Jiang appeared in front of Luo He in an instant, blocking Long Qi who was still refusing to give up!

Long Qi clapped his hands, turned around and left without stopping.

The turtle will lift Luohe up and bring him back behind Emperor Zhenwu.

"Master, this disciple is not convinced!" Although Luo He was weak, he still gritted his teeth and retorted.

"There is another reason for this competition. Don't say that you are successful in the psychic sword, that is, you are successful in the psychic sword body, and you are not the opponent of Long Qi. You are good at cultivation, and there will be opportunities in the future." Emperor Zhenwu said in a deep voice .

Luo He was still unconvinced, but after seeing Emperor Zhenwu's cold eyes, he immediately closed his mouth obediently.

On the side of Zhaoyao Mountain, Guiguzi stepped forward to check on Long Qi's injuries. Long Qi was not seriously injured, but his immortal energy had been exhausted, and he was slightly weak.

"Long Qi, how do you feel?"

"It's nothing serious, just lost a few treasures." Long Qi grinned wryly.

"It's okay, the lost treasure will be replenished for you later."

"Thank you, Commander-in-Chief."

Over there, Emperor Zhenwu and Huanxi Arhat ordered people to send the Water Fire Sword and Walker Stick to Zhaoyao Mountain. After Guiguzi took it, he handed it to Long Qi along with the Qilin Sword.

And told Long Qi to be good at self-cultivation!