Chapter 2295 Qiu Qiong's Sword

At this moment, Chu Yan was on full fire.

No more reservations.

And this kind of Chu Yan is also very terrifying. He fights Qiu Qiong with all his strength, and every time he strikes out with his sword, it stirs up huge waves.

If the two of them hadn't deliberately controlled their fighting intentions to avoid spreading to the surrounding areas, I'm afraid the first domain would have been destroyed just by the two of them colliding with each other.

Qiu Qiong was enveloped by thousands of sword intentions, and his expression was still relaxed, but his energy had obviously changed, and his eyes were more serious than before.

Chu Yan, who was infinitely close to the supreme level, made him become serious.

Buzz!

At this time, a layer of faint soul armor was born all over Qiu Qiong, including his helmet, only revealing a pair of sharp eyes, like a god of death coming out of the underworld to seek life.

Chu Yan held two swords, the sword flowers turned over, and the sword intent was overwhelming.

"Kill!" Chu Yan shouted again and struck out with his sword. Qiu Qiong raised his hand and punched, shattering the sword light with a roar.

But it's not over yet. As soon as the sword light exploded, it turned into countless terrifying afterimages of stars. Each of these afterimages was Chu Yan, and they didn't look like clones. They seemed to be real. Then tens of thousands of afterimages followed. Chu Yan raised his sword at the same time and pointed it at Qiu Qiong.

"cut!"

"Bang!" Immediately with a loud noise, the place where Qiu Qiong was was buried, forming a huge wave.

Whoosh!

The next moment, an embarrassed figure flashed out of the ruins. It was Qiu Qiong. His armor was covered in dust, but it still did not affect his strength. He raised his head and looked at Chu Yan through the gap in his helmet, and said with a smile: "I'm a little underestimated of you. In just four months, you have exerted the power of the world to this extent. You don't look like a new God Emperor, but more like some veterans who have been a God Emperor for more than 100,000 years. "

Qiu Qiong's words are highly recognized.

Of course, he was not referring to the strength of Chu Yan's source.

The strength of the Taoist source is just a base number.

What he was talking about was the technique used by Chu Yan.

After arriving at the God Emperor, everyone began to convert to the power of the world and transform the source of the world. However, it is actually very difficult to suddenly change the power, especially before the transformation is completely completed.

It is difficult to use skillfully.

But Chu Yan didn't. In just four months, he could turn the power of the world into a clone. He could move his body at will, his will and his heart, and he could attack wherever he wanted. This was very rare. Even some veteran God-Emperors couldn't do it. .

Hearing Qiu Qiong's praise, Chu Yan was not happy and said coldly: "That's not as good as you, hiding it so deeply."

"I can't help it. Unlike you, I have a good mother who gives you the capital to show off." Qiu Qiong said with a smile: "Actually, what Qing said is right. This world is really unfair. Some people are born with You can be free and high, but some people are born struggling in the mire.”

"I'm not the kind of person you said." Chu Yan said. Chu Yan admitted that he actually didn't enjoy the benefits of the second generation.

In the mortal world, he pretended to be wild for a while, and then he kept wallowing in misery.

"No, you are." Qiu Qiong denied: "To be precise, you are the most hateful kind...you obviously have a second-generation status, and then you insist on pretending that you are miserable, and then you insist on saying anything Keep yourself grounded and experience life. Oh, it makes me angry just thinking about it.”

"..." Chu Yan was stunned and found that he could not refute.

Because that's exactly what happened.

Although he has experienced difficulties, he has a background after all.

It felt like a god emperor who had reached the limit of his cultivation and suddenly said that he wanted to reincarnate in the mortal world and experience it.

Go to poor people's homes to experience life.

Can you really experience it?

Yes, but it's definitely not the same as real poor people.

Because you are just experiencing it and staying out of it.

But some people are experiencing it personally.

So, there is nothing in this world that is deeply moving. Others have not experienced what you have experienced. No matter what you say to him, he will only feel that he is telling a story. The most common thing is, wow, so sad. Sympathy for you, but you want others to understand? impossible.

Chu Yan could not deny Qiu Qiong's words.

But he didn't feel like he was wrong.

Because he has experienced many things in his life that even Qiu Qiong doesn't understand.

"No matter what, I will not lose." Chu Yan shouted coldly, and launched his killing move again.

"Dang!"

But this time, before Chu Yan's sword could be slashed out, Qiu Qiong flicked his palm, and there was a faint silver light refracted in his sleeve, and then a sword light shot up into the sky, directly knocking down Chu Yan's sword.

Chu Yan's eyes narrowed sharply.

Qiu Qiong, draw your sword.

A very long sword. No, it's not so much a sword as it is a knife, a purple-black soul knife that is very thin and looks like a sword.

Just looking at the knife, Chu Yan felt as if his soul was being pulled out.

"Originally, I just wanted to play with you, but since you want to decide the outcome today, I will help you." Qiu Qiong, holding the soul knife in his hand, had a different aura, giving people a feeling of infinite power: "Boy, be careful next time, this sword: kills souls, kills the souls of the world."

"Whoosh!" In an instant, Chu Yan felt a blur in front of his eyes, and Qiu Qiong appeared directly in front of him as if teleporting, fighting at close range.

Then, the knife was slashing towards him. Still some distance away, Chu Yan felt a pain in his soul and immediately raised his sword to block it.

"Bang!" The swords collided, but Qiu Qiong was extremely fast. With one strike, his whole body seemed to split, and an afterimage of his soul came out. He aimed another strike at Chu Yan's waist.

Chu Yan was shocked and stretched out his hand to summon the Sword of Time and blocked it at his waist.

Ding!

There was another crisp collision sound.

At this moment, the two of them did not have any fancy magical skills, just like the most basic near-god game, but the speed was so fast that if someone was nearby, they would probably not be able to see the two of them, and could only feel the power fluctuations.

Qiu Qiong's soul separated again, transformed into a third clone, and slashed again, but at this time Chu Yan's two swords were restrained by Qiu Qiong, and he was shocked.

"Time!" Chu Yan shouted in a low voice, and in an instant, his figure became ethereal. Qiu Qiong's third sword slashed down, but passed through Chu Yan's body, and then Chu Yan disappeared from the spot and appeared a hundred meters away.

After the attack failed, Qiu Qiong was stunned and looked at Chu Yan with interest: "Time Sword? Go to the future and avoid my sword? Interesting."

"Why not go back to the past?" Chu Yan said coldly.

"It doesn't matter. If you want to play, then I will accompany you. The future is the past?" Qiu Qiong said, and took a step forward.

The next moment, Chu Yan's face changed in shock, because he found that the sense of crisis that Qiu Qiong was coming at him this time was not only from this moment, but also from the past and the future.

Instantly, Chu Yan felt that he was shrouded in a crisis of death, which made him unable to resist at all. He even had an illusion that he was already dead at a certain moment in the future. If he went to the future at this time, he might be a corpse, and if he went back to the past, he might not be able to come back.

Qiu Qiong's sword did not have the way of time, but it felt as if the strength of this sword was enough to affect the future and the past.