Chapter 240 Is this all your strength?

Fu Dongliu saw that Chen Qingyuan no longer retreated and stabbed him with a gun. He was shocked and waved several knives to stop him.

The heart is upset, and there is a loss.

He waved the knife several times and was repelled by the power of Chen Qingyuan's long gun.

The sharp point of the gun came, and a beam of light poured into the starry sky, smashing all the boulders floating around.

"Bang"

Fu Dongliu pinched out the magic formula with his left hand and formed thousands of shields in front of him. Unfortunately, the power of the gun penetrated everything, and all the spiritual shields collapsed.

"The situation is gone."

At this moment, a trace of despair appeared in the depths of Fu Dongliu's eyes, and the Taoist heart began to shake uncontrollably.

Even if he controls the power of the abyss vision, the knife in his hand is extremely sharp, and he can't stop Chen Qingyuan, who has exhausted his spiritual power.

"Boom!"

A huge eye of storm appeared in the starry sky, and the laws of terror were intertwined, making a harsh sound and thunder.

Watching the battle, everyone could not see the specific picture of the storm eye, and their whole body was tense and they couldn't take their eyes off.

The monks of the eighteen veins in the western Xinjiang were extremely worried. At that moment just now, it was obvious that Fu Dongliu was at a disadvantage. I'm afraid the current situation is not good!

"If you can catch this move, I will no longer hide my shortcomings. I am willing to gamble on the risk of being targeted by the old man and fulfill my pre-war promise."

Before the war, Chen Qingyuan once said a word to Fu Dongliu.

Fighting with me will be the most wrong thing in your life. I will become the nightmare of your life.

Chen Qingyuan didn't mean to expose so many cards, but he just wanted to sit aside and count the money.

However, those who are evil will have the disaster of evil.

Although Chen Qingyuan's appearance is a little perish, the atmosphere of the world is heavy. However, Fu Dongliu's wise eyes saw that Chen Qingyuan was not an ordinary pride and insisted on inviting him to fight.

The group of heavenly prides in the western Xinjiang were even more sarcastic, and gradually touched the bottom line of Chen Qingyuan.

In this case, there is no reason not to fight.

Not only to fight, but also to win.

With this blow, Chen Qingyuan emptied all the aura in his body without reservation.

If Fu Dongliu can still hold on like this, Chen Qingyuan will have to expose the existence of the third golden elixir foundation. In this way, Chen Qingyuan can really use the foundation to quickly recover the consumed spiritual power, and his strength can at least increase by several counts.

Perhaps, many Tianjiao who watched the battle could not understand the reason why Chen Qingyuan was so desperate.

If Chen Qingyuan is defeated in this battle, there will be a huge obstacle to future practice. He was provoked and touched the bottom line by the people in western Xinjiang. If he is defeated, his mind must be incommeable, and the consequences will be unpredictable.

Fu Dongliu, the same. It was he who provoked the battle with one hand. If he lost, it must be a knot in his heart, which was difficult to untie.

"Boom--"

The eye of the storm in the battlefield burst, and the figures of Chen Qingyuan and Fu Dongliu appeared in front of everyone again.

Seeing the scene in the starry sky, everyone was shocked, jumped up, and his soul trembled.

A silver gun pierced Fu Dongliu's heart, and his internal organs became a pool of mud.

Fu Dongliu held the Mo Dao in his right hand, as if he had used all his strength to put the Mo Dao against Chen Qingyuan's head. However, his right hand was shaking violently, and the blade was suppressed by Chen Qingyuan's power, and it was difficult to move forward half an inch.

"Cough..."

Blood overflowed from Fu Dongliu's mouth, and every cough would drive the whole body, which was very painful.

His eyes, scarlet as blood, were densely covered with blood, reflecting Chen Qingyuan's figure.

His left arm was seriously injured. He was swept by the power of a long gun, and his shoulder was broken and broke into a blood fog.

There was a huge blood hole in his chest, which was shocking.

The black clothes are trippled and wet with blood, and there is no dry place.

Blood along the broken corners of the clothes, the "tick-tick" flow, floated in the starry sky, and then swallowed up by the black hole like a huge mouth of the abyss, leaving no trace.

The violent pressure was still spreading out of Chen Qingyuan's body, making Fu Dongliu's body tremble uncontrollably.

If possible, how much Fu Dongliu hopes to maintain an extraordinary posture. However, he temporarily lost control of his body, and every inch of skin trembled from the body's instinct.

The aura in Chen Qingyuan's body dried up and dried up.

Hundreds of spiritual stones appeared in front of them, were absorbed by Chen Qingyuan and smashed.

Relying on the power of the temporarily refined spirit stone, Chen Qingyuan regained a little strength and said blankly, "You are defeated."

Fu Dongliu and Chen Qingyuan looked at each other at close range. The silver gun seemed to connect the two sides and became a strange bridge.

He opened his mouth, and more blood flowed out of Fu Dongliu's mouth. I don't know whether it was because he had no strength or because he had nothing to say. He quickly closed his mouth and was silent.

"Boss!"

After a long time, everyone in Xijiang was anxious and shouted, wanting to get up and run to the battlefield.

"Ping--"

Suddenly, a round of golden light fell from the sky, beating more than a dozen of the heavenly prides in the western Xinjiang that soared up in the air back to the ground.

An extremely huge golden Buddha appeared in the void. He slowly raised his right hand, and there was a golden "swastika" Buddha seal in the palm of his hand. The Buddha's light was shining, which made him inhale cold air on the field. The palm of his hand sweated coldly and did not dare to act rashly.

"The battle has not stopped, and no one can interfere."

The Taoist Buddha stood in the air, with his hands folded, and behind him was the huge shadow of the golden Buddha.

This is the first time that the Buddha used the top magic power of the Buddha in front of everyone, showing a strong posture, deterring the whole audience, and letting everyone intuitively understand the gold content of Dongtu Buddha.

The pride of the 18 veins in western Xinjiang was very eager. He could not care about the consequences. He planned to rush up and repel the Taoist Buddha and protect Fu Dongliu's life.

In the face of the people in the western Xinjiang who were about to be killed, the Taoist Buddha looked indifferent, as if he did not pay attention to these people.

As long as you dare to take action, the poor monk will be willing to let you go to the west and meet the Buddha.

"Let them come here."

Chen Qingyuan noticed the movement of the ancient star of Yanchang and came with a sound.

Hearing Chen Qingyuan's words, Daochen Buddha put away the magic power of Buddhism, retreated aside, and lowered his eyebrows and said "Amitabha Buddha".

Without the suppression of the Buddha, the people in Xijiang rushed to the depths of the starry sky as fast as possible. Looking at the silver gun inserted in Fu Dongliu's heart, they did not dare to act excessively against Chen Qingyuan and stared at him.

"Puff"

Chen Qingyuan accidentally killed Fu Dongliu and pulled out the silver gun.

Without the silver gun, Fu Dongliu couldn't stabilize and began to drift as the storm on the battlefield.

At this time, the demons of the western frontier flashed to Fu Dongliu's side and protected him. Seal the bleeding wound, refine the elixir into the body, protect the foundation with the secret art of western Xinjiang, etc.

After finishing all this, the people in Xijiang were slightly relieved.

Then, everyone turned their heads and looked at Chen Qingyuan, and their eyes were extremely complicated. They never thought that their boss would lose, and they would lose to Chen Qingyuan, who only had a baby.

No one can accept this result.

"Cough..." Fu Dongliu regained some strength and dragged his scarred body, which made people walk to Chen Qingyuan. His eyes were dim and his voice was hoarse: "Is this all your strength?"