The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

Murong Chuan was like an ascetic monk who worked tirelessly, attacking the stubborn stone non-stop, even if he couldn't cause any damage, he still kept attacking.

"Damn, damn, damn! You give me enough!"

Jiang Qiancheng roared up to the sky, and the blood flames all over his body exploded, shaking Murong Chuan and the giant blade arm away, and his figure suddenly shrank and deformed.

Originally a few feet tall, in order to reduce the range of being attacked, it forcibly shrank to a height of more than two meters.

Although he still maintains his beast shape, at least he can freely dodge and leap to kill in the whirlpool of blades.

"Hey, my brain is finally working."

Murong Chuan complained in the air, but Jiang Qiancheng smiled viciously, and disappeared without a trace. ,

He turned into an afterimage, shuttled through the sea of ​​blades, and rushed to Murong Chuan in an instant.

"Come on, it's my turn this time, Qinglin Lion Roar!"

Jiang Qiancheng's right fist was pulled back violently, with a faint blue light flickering on the fist, which turned into a ferocious lion's head, and smashed towards Murongchuan along with the fist.

Murong Chuan was not surprised at all, as if he had been waiting for him to come and attack him.

He stood still without dodging or evading, with his left arm shielding his chest in defense, and his right fist was pulled back, gathering all the blood in his body on his right arm.

"Teng Snake Black Armor Shield Spear!"

Murong Chuan also roared angrily, the viscous red light of his right fist converged and deformed, turned into triangular armor-like spikes wrapped around the fist, and shot out suddenly.

The speed was like a bullet popping out of the barrel, shooting at a terrifying speed, and Murong Chuan's right arm was also stretching rapidly.

At this moment, the right arm is like the snake head of a black armored turtle, which can be shot out quickly and extend the neck very long.

Jiang Qiancheng's right fist hadn't hit Murong Chuan yet, but the Xuanjia shield spear pierced Jiang Qiancheng's right chest!

"puff……"

The roots of the three-edged thorns sank into the flesh and blood, and Murong Chuan's right hand was completely inserted into it.

Jiang Qiancheng opened his mouth wide in surprise. He thought it was a skin trauma, but he didn't expect Murong Chuan's attack to really hurt him.

Surprised but surprised, Jiang Qiancheng's attack came to the end, even though he was injured suddenly, he didn't interrupt his attack.

Being pierced through the right chest made Jiang Qiancheng slow down his moves, and the fist missed Murong Chuan, but the blue lion in the fist spit out a beam of light, knocking Murong Chuan back and submerging him.

"Pfft... so sinister, such a vicious heart.

Are you engaging in such a big battle, confusing me with painless attacks, just for the fatal blow just now? "

Jiang Qiancheng sprayed blood, but the bloody hole in his right chest was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ahem, cough, you're thinking too much, I'm just trying a trick.

Having power is one thing, but how much you can control and use is another.

You and I are the best examples. The Divine Bridge Realm was abused so badly, and the Fate Spring Realm was beaten so fiercely. Don’t you think about the reason? "

The corner of Murong Chuan's mouth also overflowed with blood, he was seriously injured by the blow just now.

This is the disadvantage of the leapfrog challenge. If you hit someone, they will not hurt you, and if you are beaten by someone, you will lose half your life.

However, the contempt in Murong Chuan's words was simply more excessive than cursing.

He didn't take Jiang Qiancheng seriously at all, and he didn't even give him the qualifications of an enemy. At best, he was just a sandbag for training.

"Try it!"

Jiang Qiancheng sternly roared, pointed at Murong Chuan and asked frantically: "Arrogance should be controlled in moderation!

You actually brazenly think that you are trying to help you by fighting against the cultivators at the Divine Bridge Realm!
I don't know what your arrogance is, but you will definitely die today! "

Jiang Qiancheng yelled in embarrassment, but Murongchuan sighed helplessly, and said lazily:

"The facts are already obvious, there is no need to speak harshly about it, because you can't achieve it anyway.

If I were you, I would be more concerned about what kind of attack is so sharp that it can not only penetrate the transformation of the gods, but also break through the defense of the overlord.

This kind of attack can be released a few more times. Is there any stronger attack method? "

Murong Chuan's words were like a thunderbolt, which woke up the furious Jiang Qiancheng instantly, and caused a trace of hesitation and trance.

The Qinglin Wild Lion already has a very strong defensive power, and the Overlord Body is the most powerful defensive power among all the body-refining bloodlines.

After they are fused with each other, the defensive power achieved can be called abnormal, and Murong Chuan is one level lower than him, so there is absolutely no reason to inflict such terrible injuries on him.

Just as Jiang Qiancheng was in a trance, Murong Chuan rushed in front of him, his fists were condensed with terrifying power, and a wave of blood was also set off from behind.

"Teng Snake Wild Bite!"

Murong Chuan shouted in a cold voice, colorful lights emerged from his right fist, which turned into a hideous and terrifying tongue, and he charged forward with his bloody mouth open.

The blood wave behind Murong Chuan also suddenly deformed, turning into a huge bloody snake head, devouring Jiang Qiancheng in one piece!
"puff……"

Blood spurted out of Jiang Qiancheng's mouth like a cannonball, and a big gash was torn out of his right abdomen, bleeding continuously.

"Impossible, you are only in the Fate Spring Realm, even if you can deal with me, it is impossible to have such a terrifying move.

What's more, you are the transformation form. I am already in the Shenqiao state and have a god form, so there is no reason for you to tear my defenses apart.

You can't kill me, you can't kill me, you can't kill me! "

Jiang Qiancheng yelled madly in disbelief, while Murong Chuan said with a half-smile, "Aren't you the son of God's family? Have you ever met a sealed quasi-emperor?"

Murong Chuan's words were like thunder, and Jiang Qiancheng really spewed blood again, and he couldn't believe it:
"Your incarnation is taken from Zhundi?"

"Not only the quasi-emperor, but also her fifty heirs.

Oh, by the way, the Zhundi is still an ancient beast, and he is a direct blood relative to Tengshe and Xuanwu. "

Murong Chuan talked eloquently, and the Falun Dafa started again.

He ignores the difficulty of obtaining the treasure, and only highlights how precious the treasure is and his good luck.

They have been fighting for so long, Murong Chuan has touched his own limit, and he also knows that Jiang Qiancheng cannot be killed by using the Xuanjia turtle to transform into a turtle, so there is no need to consume real blood.

Therefore, he wanted to deploy a killer move to end this short and long battle in one fell swoop.

"I originally wanted to climb a mountain, but I didn't expect to encounter a puddle, and after seeing a school of scaletail fish, I saw a cave.

Who would have thought that that mountain turned out to be the body of Emperor Zhun, who not only contained a large amount of spiritual grass, but also raised fifty cubs..."

Murong Chuan talked with half-truths and half-fakes, as if he was the son of God, who was born to be loved by God, constantly teasing Jiang Qiancheng with his almost crazy nerves.

At the same time, the sea of ​​blades slowly deformed, turning into chains as thick as thumbs, weaving a large net that engulfed Jiang Qiancheng.

"You guys are so lucky?"

Shui Jianji in the distance asked in surprise, while Shang Yuyao said with lingering fear:

"Don't listen to his nonsense. I did meet two quasi-emperors, but which one is not close to death."

"That makes sense, there's no reason for him to have such good luck when he's such a nuisance."

Shui Jianji nodded knowingly, just as Shang Yuyao was about to yell at her, Jiang Qiancheng shouted again from afar.

"Impossible, impossible, I am the son of God!"

Jiang Qiancheng tried his best to fight with a hoarse voice, but Murong Chuan smiled strangely and said, "Whatever you want, I won't fight with you."