Hong Huang: Killing millions of immortals with a sword, you call this a drunkard

For a moment, the twelve ancient witches all looked at Gu Changqing with strange eyes.

You must know that Zhurong, as the ancestor of fire, controls the laws of fire and is best known for his combat power.

Even among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, his attack power is one of the best.

Gu Changqing's agreement without hesitation was beyond everyone's expectations.

Even though he was the supreme Daluo of the twelfth grade who shook the ancient world, this action was a bit too impulsive and reckless.

"This... Hehe, Brother Changqing must have been drunk."

"That's not true."

"That's right. Fellow Daoist Changqing is a junior after all. It's not appropriate for him to spar with Brother Zhurong."

Everyone laughed, giving Gu Changqing a way out and trying to stop the two from fighting.

Zhu Rong was also stunned at this time, looking a little embarrassed.

However, he felt a little bit of appreciation for Gu Changqing's straightforward agreement.

As a monk, this is what you should do.

Regardless of one's strength, even if one is about to die in battle, one cannot be frightened by the opponent and not dare to take action.

It can be said that Gu Changqing's free and unrestrained personality has won some favor from Zhu Rong.

After a moment's silence, Zhu Rong said:

"Since Fellow Daoist Changqing is so straightforward and decisive, I will not bully the weak."

"How about this, I will only make one move and use 70% of my strength."

"If Fellow Daoist Changqing can take it, it will be considered your win."

For Zhu Rong, who was outspoken and had no ulterior motives, this was already an expression of great kindness.

However, Gu Changqing was already drunk and his face was red.

At this moment, he looked unappreciative.

"Haha, no need!"

"As a man, why should I be so fussy?"

"Since we are going to fight, we should fight to our heart's content."

"Zhu Rong Zu Wu, please take action. I will fight you to my heart's content."

Gu Changqing responded with a heroic wave of his hand.

Seeing this, Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Hou Tu and others were even more confused.

Oops!

Gu Changqing was really drunk.

He probably didn't even understand who he was facing.

However, this time, Di Jiang and others did not wait for them to speak.

Hearing Gu Changqing's words, Zhu Rong also laughed loudly.

"Haha, okay, okay, okay!"

"What Daoist Changqing said really struck a chord with me!"

"In that case, I won't be polite. Please pay attention, fellow Taoist!"

Having said this, Zhu Rong said no more.

Faced with Gu Changqing's behavior, if he held back, it would make him look coy.

Giving full strength is the greatest respect to Gu Changqing.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Rong took action.

He raised a seemingly plain palm, covering the sky and the sun, and came towards Gu Changqing with tremendous force.

Rumble!

For a moment, the clouds in the sky were broken into pieces, revealing a clear blue sky.

The deafening sound of heaven exploded, and the void collapsed inch by inch at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even the laws and order flowing in the void were shattered, and chaos ensued.

The power of a palm is so terrifying!

It is conceivable how powerful the body of the Ancestral Witch is.

It was just a competition, Zhu Rong did not use his own law of fire.

But this is terrifying enough.

On the side, the ancestor witches such as Dijiang were grinning secretly, which could be seen from them.

Let’s talk about Gu Changqing.

The tremendous force was pouring down on him, but Gu Changqing had no intention of responding to the war at all.

His steps were chaotic and disorganized.

His eyes, perhaps because of the alcohol, became a little dull.

It seemed that he was a little drunk.

How can we deal with Zhu Rong’s attack?

Outside the field, Di Jiang and others' faces changed, and they were even thinking about whether to take action to stop Zhu Rong and protect Gu Changqing.

After all, the Wu Clan had no grudges against Gu Changqing, and they didn't want to see him suffer serious damage here.

However, right now.

Gu Changqing's entire aura suddenly changed.

"Hahaha... the heroic spirit in the wine soars to the sky, and I lie drunk on the battlefield and laugh at the sky!"

Accompanied by his laughter.

In an instant, a mighty and majestic spirit suddenly burst out from Gu Changqing's body.

At this moment, Gu Changqing seemed to have transformed into a thousand-foot-high divine peak rising from the ground.

The energy rolls up and rolls back into the sky!

boom!

Invisibly, his aura collided with Zhu Rong's palm with a loud bang.

The next moment, a scene that made everyone's pupils shrink suddenly took place.

Zhu Rong's body trembled and he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

And the palm he had swung out earlier also trembled slightly.

Looking at this scene, the Eleventh Ancestral Witches were shocked.

Although it was not stated explicitly, they knew that Zhu Rong must be suffering from great pain at this moment.

How is this going?

How could Gu Changqing burst out with such a vast aura and courage that dominated the world?

Even the ancient witches could not match his brilliance.

Before anyone could think about it.

Zhurong did not get angry but laughed instead.

"Haha, so happy!"

"Fellow Daoist Changqing, you are indeed not as playful as you appear to be."

"Take another punch from me and see if you can still resist it!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Rong threw another even more violent punch.

This punch contained Zhu Rong's endless joy.

It was the excitement of meeting a worthy opponent.

This punch weighed over a million jin, causing the surrounding mountains and rivers to shake, making it difficult to calm down.

Even the fire of law is looming.

Di Jiang and others frowned.

They knew Zhu Rong's character too well. Once this guy got happy, he would act without thinking.

If Gu Changqing can't withstand this attack, he will probably be injured.

Little did they know that Zhu Rong's attack was terrifying enough.

But Gu Changqing's next move was even more shocking.

"Since Zhurong Zuwu is attacking with pure strength, I will accompany you!"

"A heavy sword has no edge, and great skill has no workmanship!"

One sentence came out.

Gu Changqing suddenly grabbed him from a distance.

boom!

In an instant, a huge mountain thousands of feet high was actually pulled up by him thousands of miles away.

In a flash, the majestic mountain condensed into an incomparably broad and heavy sword.

Different from ordinary magic swords, this heavy sword has no sharp edge, but only exudes an endless sense of heaviness.

The next moment, Gu Changqing waved his hand.

The heavy sword that stretched across the sky suddenly moved and slashed out with great force.

At this moment, all the divine light and immortal light were completely swallowed up.

It was dark and heavy.

A tremendous sense of oppression spread out, causing countless witch creatures to change color and be filled with horror.

The witch ancestors could only hear bursts of exploding sounds in the void, like the arrival of divine thunder from the nine heavens.

boom!

There was another muffled sound.

The ancestor of witches, Zhurong, whose muscles were knotted and as still as a mountain, now had a changed expression.

Before he could say anything.

The heavy sword fell like a charge from an ancient ferocious beast.

Even Zhurong was unable to resist.

His huge body flipped straight out.

For a moment, Di Jiang and others' pupils shrank suddenly in disbelief.

Zhu Rong...actually lost?!