Chapter 239 It's lucky to have you in the North Wasteland

Fu Dongliu was seriously injured, and the clothes on the left were soaked in blood. A long black hair was scattered on his shoulder, which was slightly embarrassed. Looking back on his previous appearance, he was as cold as ice and elegant.

"So!"

At the position of the war seat, everyone in the western Xinjiang jumped up, full of panic, as if they had seen something impossible.

"The boss..."

The heavenly prides in western Xinjiang looked through all the memories in their minds and saw Fu Dongliu suffer such a serious injury for the first time.

In those years, Fu Dongliu went to the demon realm alone and killed it in the periphery of the demon realm. He only returned with minor injuries. How could he be as embarrassed as he is now and subverted everyone's cognition?

"It's impossible."

Many people in western Xinjiang don't want to believe the scene they see in front of them, which is unacceptable.

"Fu Dongliu is not going to lose!"

The saints of various sects in Dizhou stared and were also scared by the situation in the battlefield.

"Chen Qingyuan is just a monk in the early infancy period! If even Fu Dongliu in the later stage of the god can't suppress him, and then wait until Chen Qingyuan's cultivation realm catches up, who can fight with him?

Those Dizhou demons who were once rubbed on the ground by Fu Dongliu are extremely complicated and indescribable.

"The pride of the world, it's hard to find a second person in the world."

Shu Tong, the always arrogant queen of pear blossoms, couldn't help but be shocked by the strength shown by Chen Qingyuan and spit out Xianglan. Because she was wearing a light veil, everyone could not see her delicate appearance.

Even if Chen Qingyuan lost this battle, he was still glorious.

After all, the difference between the cultivation of the two is really too big. It is extremely extraordinary that Chen Qingyuan can force Fu Dongliu to this extent.

As for winning, Chen Qingyuan can be called the top of his peers, and it is difficult to find an enemy.

However, does this possibility really exist?

Even if Fu Dongliu is seriously injured, not many people will believe that Chen Qingyuan can win.

Because the spiritual fluctuation of Chen Qingyuan's body has obviously weakened a lot, which means that the blow just now consumes a lot. That is to say, Fu Dongliu only needs to hold on for a period of time now, so that Chen Qingyuan's spiritual strength can be exhausted and he is invincible.

"How lucky it is to have you in the North Wasteland."

Fu Dongliu controlled his injury, and a soft force of law covered the wound and was being repaired quickly. Although you can't recover as before, you can also feel the presence of your left hand between a few breaths and move freely.

This sentence is undoubtedly a great praise of Fu Dongliu for Chen Qingyuan.

The demons watching the battle used Taoism and heard it without much effort. In the past, they must have thought that this was a praise for Chen Qingyuan, not to take it seriously.

At this moment, no one dares to laugh, solemn, and his face is full of solemn and shocked.

It's really a blessing to have him in the north.

The pride of the heavens from the northern wilderness was shocked and glorious.

"I never thought that Lao Chen would have such a brilliant side."

Changsun Fengye looked at Chen Qingyuan in the starry sky. For the first time, he felt that Chen Qingyuan was very strange. He was not as greedy and dark as the old days, like an immortal, which was unattainable.

"It turns out that he is serious, so handsome."

Dressed in white and holding a silver gun in his hand, he let many proud women secretly love.

Good appearance and strong strength.

These two factors are enough to make many women in the world fall in love.

"It's a pity that your cultivation is not as good as mine after all. I'm afraid you can't do a few tricks."

Fu Dongliu sighed, not to laugh, but to really feel a pity for Chen Qingyuan.

If this is not a real confrontation between peers, but a simple competition, Fu Dongliu is definitely unwilling to take advantage of cultivation to win.

"You can try it."

Chen Qingyuan has been secretly refining the spiritual stone, but he has just consumed more than half of the aura in his body. He can't recover all in a short time.

If you use the divine channel method and directly use the spiritual stone to promote it, you don't have to consume the strength of the body. However, this time, the power of silver guns can only be controlled by using the spiritual power in the body.

At least Chen Qingyuan can't use the spirit stone to control the silver gun now. If the silver gun restores his intelligence in the future, Chen Qingyuan will become much stronger, but it is possible to do it.

"Then try it!"

Fu Dongliu carried a knife up and condensed the power of vision on his body. Hundreds of round life wheels appeared under his feet, which were intertwined with the law of vision, and the power was particularly terrible.

"Ping--"

The knife flashed and came to Chen Qingyuan in an instant, making him quickly resist with a silver gun in both hands.

"Boom"

The void where the two of them were in collapsed directly. With a move, both of them were swallowed up by the broken space, and their figures were difficult to find.

After several breaths, the two broke through the power of space together with a tacit understanding, and appeared on the battlefield at the same time, fighting again.

"Wow--"

Fu Dongliu waved a strange knife and left several shadows in the battlefield.

Every attack of Fu Dongliu will be blocked by Chen Qingyuan.

For a long time, Chen Qingyuan was in a state of passive defense.

Only in this way can he minimize his consumption and secretly accumulate power, waiting for the right time to burst out a thunderbolt.

Fu Dongliu was very clear about Chen Qingyuan's intention, so he didn't want Chen Qingyuan to have time to recover. Every attack was extremely fierce, resulting in Chen Qingyuan having to mobilize the spiritual power in his body for defense.

"If you procrastinate like this, you won't have a chance to win."

I have to say that Fu Dongliu can fight with Chen Qingyuan with a silver gun to this extent, which is really worthy of being the first person in the western Xinjiang.

"Eather fight with me with all your strength, or just admit defeat!"

He said while attacking.

"If you lose, you can save your life, and you can fight again in the future. The strength you have shown is enough to prove yourself. If you lose, you won't be ashamed.

Fu Dongliu is bewitching Chen Qingyuan, hoping to shake Chen Qingyuan's heart, so that he can find the flaw.

At this point, Fu Dongliu's every move was extremely careful. While thinking about suppressing Chen Qingyuan, he also wanted to prepare for Chen Qingyuan's sudden turn of defense into an attack, worried that he would be defeated.

In a word, Fu Dongliu seems to be as fierce as a tiger, but in fact, there is a trace of fluctuation in his heart, not as calm as before.

Since Fu Dongliu practiced, he has never been defeated by his peers.

If he loses this time, Fu Dongliu doesn't know how to face it.

The more I think about it, the more I feel confused.

Fu Dongliu wanted to stabilize his mood, but with the passage of time, Chen Qingyuan did not show fatigue, which made his mood more disordered.

For such a moment, Chen Qingyuan saw Fu Dongliu's hesitation.

He knew that this was an excellent opportunity and perhaps the last chance not to expose the foundation of the Sandan holy products.

"Go!"

Chen Qingyuan changed the direction with a gun, and the tip of the gun was aimed at Fu Dongliu's heart.