Shinto Dantei

"Is the person who comes here strong?"

Ye Chen frowned slightly.

If the person coming was a strong man on the same level as Prime Minister Wei, then he would not be able to intervene in the battle.

The strong men in the Holy Realm fight against each other, and when they burst out a little bit of aura, the sky collapses, the earth collapses, and the void collapses. If their strength is slightly inferior, let alone intervening in the battle, they may not even be able to get close.

"You are naturally strong. If you weren't strong, you wouldn't dare to catch up with such arrogance."

Prime Minister Wei looked indifferent, "However, as long as those old guys from the Xiaoyue Dynasty don't take action, no one can retain his true identity!"

This tone was absolutely domineering.

He does have this strength and this confidence.

It only takes one stick of incense to make a full calculation.

I saw a figure catching up with him at an absolutely terrifying speed. The figure suddenly stood in front of the six-winged eagle.

The visitor was a middle-aged man. He was stepping on a stick-shaped magic weapon with ornately carved patterns. His hands were clasped behind his back, and his expression seemed unhurried and calm.

"Sage of the Stick, Chen Qingsong?"

Seeing the visitor, Prime Minister Wei frowned slightly.

It was obvious that this person had a lot of background, so much so that even Prime Minister Wei felt a certain amount of pressure.

"Prime Minister Wei, why are you in such a hurry after finishing your birthday party in the middle?"

Stick Saint Chen Qingsong stepped into the air, held the stick-shaped magic weapon in his hand, and turned it around twice casually.

Suddenly, a strong and oppressive aura bloomed from the stick-shaped magic weapon.

The void in front of him cracked and shattered.

This is a demonstration.

Stick Saint Chen Qingsong is a reclusive person who lives alone and does not participate in any competition between forces.

But his fighting prowess is so strong that he has been killed four times.

There are only a handful of people in the entire Xiaoyue Dynasty who are stronger than him.

In terms of discussion, Chen Qingsong and Wei Xiang are definitely in the middle.

If we really have to fight, we still don't know who will win.

"Where the truth is, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, Chen Qingsong, right?"

Prime Minister Wei's expression was cold. No matter who the other party was, if they dared to block the way, a fight to the death was inevitable.

As for Chen Qingsong's character, he had already heard about it. Although this person usually seemed like he didn't care about anything, if something really related to his vital interests, he would be crazier than anyone else.

Absolutely, difficult.

"It doesn't matter, but I heard that Prime Minister Wei got a drop of the emperor's blood essence."

Chen Qingsong did not hide his purpose of coming. He suppressed his smile and a greedy look flashed in his eyes.

He really wanted to pocket the essence and blood of the Emperor's Veins.

If the rumors are true, the blood essence of the emperor's veins is definitely a valuable treasure, and it can even cause a bloody storm in the Xiaoyue Dynasty.

"The rumors are untrue."

Prime Minister Wei was expressionless.

Just because he didn't want to fight Chen Qingsong didn't mean he was afraid of him.

However, there will be considerable risks if you spend too much time here.

"If the rumors are untrue, why did Prime Minister Wei rush to end the birthday banquet?"

"Why did you send three stand-ins to attract attention, while you secretly assassinated Chen Cang?"

Chen Qingsong smiled coldly, "We are all open-minded people. There is no need to hide some words. Prime Minister Wei, I am bound to get this emperor's blood essence and blood. Since you are stopped by me, there is no need to hand over the emperor's blood essence and blood." Want to leave."

Prime Minister Wei turned his head and glanced at Ye Chen.

It means, let him step back to avoid being hurt by the aftermath.

"I've heard for a long time that Prime Minister Wei is a master of magic with runes. Today, let me meet with you, the Holy Array Master, to see which one is stronger, your runes or my stick!"

Chen Qingsong shouted loudly and threw his French stick into the air.

In the void, a "click" sound came out.

The entire world was crushed and collapsed under this stick.

After all, he is a master who has killed four times, and every move has an extremely terrifying aura.

Rich spiritual energy is rising.

"snort."

Wei Xiang stepped into the air, snorted coldly, raised his hand and grabbed it, a talisman burned in the sky, and a thick arm composed entirely of spiritual energy suddenly protruded from it, driving a wave that swept everything, and hit the French stick.

Boom!

The two collided and made a violent explosion.

In the void, the rich spiritual energy continued to burn, making a harsh sound.

Fortunately, the six-winged eagle escaped quickly enough, otherwise under this wave, even the whole body might not have been saved!

Ye Chen was already standing 10,000 meters away, with his feet in the void and his expression a little surprised.

He had a hunch that if he had not avoided it in advance, even with his imperial veins and imperial body, it would be difficult for him to withstand the residual power caused by these two sky-high strikes, and he would most likely be seriously injured.

I never expected that a Saint Realm master would be so powerful!

As expected, he is an existence that has lived for hundreds or thousands of years.

A simple aura of residual power can suppress all directions and span the sky.

Chen Qingsong twisted his body, and endless afterimages suddenly appeared in the void. He missed the target with one stick, and then shot out another stick. It still had a strong aura that oppressed the world, and it hit him head-on with a mighty force weighing ten thousand tons!

Wei Xiang quickly formed seals with his hands in front of him, his eyes always cold.

puff!

A thunderous lightning shadow suddenly stood up, a hundred meters tall and with a ferocious face.

This lightning phantom stretched out both hands and grasped the French stick in his hand.

Crack!

Then, a bolt of lightning shot out from the eyes of the lightning shadow and struck Chen Qingsong hard.

Teng Teng Teng.

Chen Qingsong stepped into the void and took a few steps back.

He looked down and saw that his chest had been blackened by the lightning, so that his clothes were somewhat torn.

"He is indeed a holy array mage. His use of runes is truly superb."

Chen Qingsong sneered, but before he could make another move, a huge lightning shadow actually reached out his hand, and his fist shook the world like a huge millstone, and struck hard.

boom!

Chen Qingsong blocked the punch with his French stick, and a huge sound echoed in the sky.

His body was shaken back quickly by the huge force.

"You think you can kill me with this little trick, it's impossible!"

Chen Qingsong's body stood between heaven and earth again, with a murderous intent in his eyes.

He also knew that his time was limited and he had to make a quick decision.

After all, he was not the only one who came after Prime Minister Wei.

Once he is unable to retain Prime Minister Wei, it is tantamount to withdrawing from the competition.

After all, there are many powerful men who have killed four times and are coming from all directions.

It can be said that Chen Qingsong is determined to get this imperial blood essence and blood.

He held a stick in both hands and stirred up the wind and clouds as he swung it.

Tsk tsk tsk!

In the void, a huge vortex appeared, spinning and squirming, deafening.

The rich black aura roared and boiled inside.

"Saint grade skills?"

Seeing this scene, Wei Xiang's expression finally became serious.

Chen Qingsong has been living in seclusion and keeping a low profile. Unexpectedly, he can even master the holy skills at his fingertips.