Chapter 117: Chasing and Blocking

"Is the newcomer strong?"

Ye Chen frowned slightly.

If the newcomer is a strong man of the same level as Wei Xiang, then it is not a battle that he can intervene in.

When the strong men in the Saint Realm fight, if they release a little bit of aura, the sky will collapse, the earth will collapse, and the void will collapse. If they are slightly inferior in strength, let alone intervene in the battle, they may not even get close.

"Of course he is strong. If he is not strong, he would not dare to chase him so arrogantly."

Wei Xiang looked indifferent, "However, as long as it is not the old guys of Xiaoyue Dynasty who take action, no one can keep his true appearance!"

This tone is absolutely domineering.

He does have this strength and this confidence.

At most, it will take only one stick of incense.

I saw a figure catching up with an absolutely terrifying speed, and the figure stood sideways in front of the six-winged flying eagle.

The visitor was a middle-aged man, standing on a stick-shaped magical instrument with gorgeous patterns carved on it, with his hands behind his back, looking unhurried and calm.

"Stick Saint, Chen Qingsong?"

Seeing the visitor, Wei Xiang frowned slightly.

Obviously, this man was not small, so that even Wei Xiang felt a certain pressure.

"Wei Xiang, why are you in such a hurry to leave the birthday banquet halfway?"

Stick Saint Chen Qingsong stepped into the air, held the stick-shaped magical instrument in his hand, and turned it twice very casually.

Suddenly, a strong oppressive aura bloomed from the stick-shaped magical instrument.

The void in front of him shattered with a crack.

This was a demonstration.

Stick Saint Chen Qingsong was a solitary hermit who did not participate in any struggle between forces.

But his combat power was tyrannical, and he was at the level of four times of killing.

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

In terms of the situation, Chen Qingsong and Wei Xiang are definitely on par with each other.

If they really fight, it is still unknown who will win.

"Where I go seems to have nothing to do with you, Chen Qingsong, right?"

Wei Xiang's expression was cold. No matter what the other party's identity was, since he dared to block the way, he would inevitably have a fight to the death.

As for Chen Qingsong's character, he had heard about it a long time ago. Although this person usually looked like he didn't care about anything, if things really concerned his vital interests, he would be crazier than anyone else.

Absolutely, difficult.

"It has nothing to do with it, but I heard that Wei Xiang got a drop of Emperor's Blood Essence."

Chen Qingsong did not hide his intention. He put away his smile, and a hint of greed flashed in his eyes.

He really wanted to get the Emperor's Blood Essence.

If the rumor is true, the Emperor's Blood Essence is definitely a treasure, and it can even set off a bloody storm in the Xiaoyue Dynasty.

"The rumor is not true."

Wei Xiang had no expression on his face.

He was unwilling to fight with Chen Qingsong, but that didn't mean he was afraid of him.

However, if he wasted too much time here, there would be considerable risks.

"If the rumors were false, why did Wei Xiang end the birthday banquet in a hurry?"

"Why did he send three substitutes to attract attention while he was secretly doing it?"

Chen Qingsong smiled coldly, "We are all open-minded people. There is no need to hide some things. Wei Xiang, I must get this emperor's blood. Since you are stopped by me, you can't leave without handing over the emperor's blood."

Wei Xiang turned his head and glanced at Ye Chen.

Meaning, let him step back and don't be hurt by the aftermath.

"I've heard that Wei Xiang is very good at runes. Today, let me meet you, the holy formation master, to see whether your runes are stronger or my stick is stronger!"

Chen Qingsong shouted, and the stick in his hand smashed into the air.

In the void, a "crack" sound was heard.

Under this stick, the world was smashed and collapsed.

After all, he was a master who had killed four times, and every move was filled with extremely terrifying aura.

Rich spiritual energy was rising.

"Hmph."

Wei Xiang stepped into the air, snorted coldly, raised his hand and grabbed it, a rune burned in the air, and a strong arm composed entirely of spiritual energy suddenly stretched out from it, driving a wave that swept everything and hit the baguette.

Boom!

The two collided, making a violent explosion.

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

Fortunately, the six-winged eagle escaped fast enough, otherwise, under this wave, I'm afraid it wouldn't even be able to keep its whole body!

Ye Chen had already stood ten thousand meters away, he stepped into the void, and his expression was a little surprised.

He had a hunch that if he didn't avoid it in advance, even with the help of the emperor vein and the emperor body, it would be difficult to withstand the residual power caused by these two sky-lifting blows, and he would most likely be seriously injured.

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

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

The mere residual aura can suppress all directions and span the sky.

Chen Qingsong twisted his body, and countless afterimages suddenly appeared in the void. After one stick missed, he turned and threw another stick, which still carried the strong aura of oppression of heaven and earth, and hit him head-on with a mighty force!

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

Puff!

A lightning phantom like thunder suddenly stood up, a hundred meters tall, with a hideous face.

The lightning phantom stretched out both hands and grabbed the baguette in his hands.

Crack!

Then, a flash of lightning shot out from the eyes of the lightning phantom and hit Chen Qingsong fiercely.

Teng Teng Teng.

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

He looked down and saw that his chest was blackened by the lightning, so that his clothes were a little torn.

"You are worthy of being a Saint-grade formation master. You have really mastered the use of runes."

Chen Qingsong sneered, but before he could make any further moves, the huge lightning shadow stretched out his hand, and his fist was like a huge millstone, shaking the world and smashing hard.

Bang!

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

His body was shaken back by the huge force.

"You think you can kill me with this little trick? Impossible!"

Chen Qingsong stood between heaven and earth again, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

He also knew that he had limited time and had to fight quickly.

After all, he was not the only one who came to kill Wei Xiang.

If he could not keep Wei Xiang, it would be equivalent to withdrawing from the competition.

After all, there were many powerful four-time killers who were coming from all directions.

For this emperor's blood, Chen Qingsong was determined to get it.

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

Chi chi chi!

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

Rich black spiritual energy roared and boiled in it.

"Sacred Technique?"

Seeing this scene, Wei Xiang's face finally became solemn.

Chen Qingsong has been living in seclusion and keeping a low profile. Unexpectedly, he can even use the sacred technique at will.