You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Facing Changqing's swift attack, the second priest held a long sword in his hand, his sword skills were extremely sharp, and he tried his best to resist Changqing's fierce attack.

Changqing was focused and calmly analyzed the enemy's weaknesses, while constantly practicing his mental skills to keep his mind clear.

He rushed towards the opponent's sword, with great momentum, like a tiger descending from the mountain. The swords collided, sparks flew, and the two fought hard for a while.

At the same time, attacks from other worshippers followed.

However, Changqing's breath was long. He took advantage of the fact that the attack had not yet gotten close to him, exerted force with his right hand, and slashed out thousands of swords in an instant.

The sword shadows all over the sky caught the Second Priest off guard and he was overwhelmed to deal with them.

Chang Qing took advantage of the opportunity and cut his opponent's sword in half.

While the second priest was still in shock, Chang Qing kicked him to the side, and at the same time, he used all his muscles to move sideways, cleverly avoiding the attack from behind.

He glanced sharply at the other four people, looking for the next target.

The third priest was the fastest, and when he saw the second priest being knocked down, he became cautious.

He mobilized his blood and energy to form a protective qi, thinking that it was infallible, and attacked Changqing with a grim smile.

However, Changqing sneered in his heart, and his figure was as elusive as a ghost, and his speed was so fast that even the three priests were shocked.

He didn't expect that the other party's body movements were so amazing and comparable to his own.

Chang Qing didn't want to waste time, so he quickly approached the opponent and broke his protective qi with one sword, injuring him.

Just as he was about to move forward to strike with the sword, a gust of fist wind hit his back with incredible force and hidden energy.

Changqing was flipped out and landed far away.

Although the hidden power was strong, Changqing's body had long been out of the ordinary, and he only felt that his blood and qi were weak. He looked forward and saw that the person who punched was the great priest.

After this episode, the priests finally stopped underestimating the enemy.

They all released their protective Qi and attacked Chang Qing together. Chang Qing struggled to hold on, and the other priests heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that he was not invincible.

So he became more and more ruthless, and gradually, blood came out of the corners of Changqing's mouth, and he looked exhausted.

Seeing this, everyone stopped trying and used their famous skills, ready to suppress and kill him directly.

However, at this moment, Chang Qing's mouth curled up slightly, and he thought to himself: "He's taken the bait!"

He held the wooden sword across his chest, and a hint of blood gradually appeared on the yellow blade.

When the five people approached, blood light flew out of the sword, forming a blood-colored sword energy that swept towards the worshippers.

It was the first time that the priests saw such a magical martial art. They sensed the terrifying power contained in the sword energy and shouted loudly, trying their best to activate the protective qi.

The protective qi thickened and became opaque, and when it collided with the sword qi, it actually presented a stalemate.

Chang Qing said with a playful smile: "Explode!" Suddenly the sword light exploded and shattered the protective qi of the worshippers.

The priests were also affected by the explosion and flew backwards into the distance. The blood from their mouths drew an arc in the air.

Seeing that only many people were injured, Chang Qing sighed slightly. He thought he could just cut several people in half.

This move was a 'pseudo-spell' he made by imitating the Awakening Sword, using his own blood and energy. Although it was quite powerful, it was still inferior to the real spell.

The five priests fell to the ground one after another, suffering serious internal injuries and no longer able to fight.

Although Changqing did not show any pressure when he stood in the middle of the field, he was like a mountain, pressing down on the hearts of the worshippers and making them breathless.

Changqing didn't look at the crowd again, but turned to look at the fighting on the city wall.

Wang Gang was worthy of being called the Great Martial Master. He dealt with those enemies like crushing dry weeds and rotten wood. The screams of the soldiers on the city wall soon decreased by half.

It seems that it will take less than half a minute to take over the city wall and enter the tower to activate the mechanism.

Chang Qing slowly sheathed his sword, his eyes sweeping over the worshippers on the ground and the soldiers in the alley in the distance who were terrified but had not retreated a single step.

His gaze finally fell on the brightly lit palace in the distance.

At this time, the voice of the chief priest came from the side: "Although your Excellency has such strength, you have never seen the power that transcends martial arts and the despairing power."

Chang Qing responded expressionlessly, "Oh?"

Seeing that Chang Qing did not react, the priests looked at each other, then took out a blood-colored pill and threw it into their mouths.

The chief priest continued, "Since you don't believe it, let me show you the real power of immortals!"

The moment I saw the blood-red pill.

Chang Qing narrowed his eyes slightly because he sensed a strong residual spiritual energy on the pill.

I immediately became alert. I saw the priests swallowing the pills for only a few breaths before they cried out in agony.

A puff of green smoke came out of their throats, which had a strong and unpleasant smell of corrosion and burning.

Changqing was not surprised by the scene before him.

He mobilized spiritual energy to cover his eyes and clearly saw that the elixirs in the bodies of the priests were slowly vaporizing. The dissipated spiritual energy ran rampant in the body, wantonly destroying the blood vessels and meridians.

Although there is a power in the elixir that he has not yet recognized that is silently protecting the vital organs of the priests, the bodies of the priests are already covered with cracks, and spiritual energy slowly escapes from their bodies, making them look both evil and hideous, as if they were possessed by evil spirits from hell.

A feeling of excitement welled up in Changqing's heart.

Except for a few demons and Yu Linglong, he had hardly ever fought with real cultivators.

Although the people in front of them are still mortals, the magical elixir allows them to use spiritual energy to fight.

In this state, he no longer regarded them as ordinary warriors.

The worshippers were also immersed in the mysterious power flowing through their bodies, and could not help but reveal expressions of great joy on their faces.

They looked at Changqing with teasing in their eyes.

The third priest even mocked, "Is this the power of an immortal? Your Majesty really didn't lie to me. Although the process will be painful, we will have immortal bodies! Hahahaha!"

"The Emperor?" Chang Qing guessed the origin of these pills from the words of the third priest.

He frowned slightly, feeling a little curious about the emperor he had never met.

The Third Priest fixed his eyes on Chang Qing and sneered, "It's no use begging for mercy now, mortal! Just prepare to die!"

After saying that, he disappeared in a flash.

However, this is not a problem for Evergreen.

He opened his spiritual eyes and easily caught sight of the fast-moving Third Priest. Seeing him attacking him, Chang Qing did not use his spiritual energy to fight, but dodged flexibly.

Seeing this, the other priests also attacked Changqing.

Whether they are fists, palms, broken swords or axes, all kinds of weapons become more powerful with the blessing of spiritual energy.

However, Chang Qing pushed his martial arts to the extreme.

Apart from not using his spiritual energy, he had no other reservations.

Holding the sword in his left hand, facing the siege of powerful enemies, he calmly responded to every attack and counterattack.

The high priest has profound internal strength, and with the blessing of spiritual energy, his breath is disordered.

But each of his punches was greatly enhanced, as if containing the power to smash everything, forcing Chang Qing to do his best to resist.

During this process, Changqing was also constantly honing his martial arts.

The four priests hold large axes with amazing strength.

With the help of spiritual energy, every time he swung his axe, he could create a vacuum, causing the air to distort.

Chang Qing knew that he couldn't fight the opponent head-on, so he used his lightness skills and body skills to quickly dodge the opponent's attacks.

He leaped up like a nimble monkey, rolled in the air, and cleverly avoided the blow from the axe.

The second priest's sword energy was even more fierce, and every sword cut through the air with a sharp sword sound.

With the blessing of spiritual energy, his sword became even sharper.

Although Chang Qing tried his best to avoid direct confrontation with him, he still inevitably suffered several wounds on his body.

The black nightgown was stained with blood, which dripped onto the ground.

Grandmaster Lin's White Rainbow Palm was even more powerful. With the blessing of spiritual energy, his palm technique actually carried a trace of fire, as if it could burn everything.

When Chang Qing faced off against him, he felt an extremely hot force coming, which made the air around him become distorted.

Under the siege of the crowd, although Chang Qing kept dodging and fighting back, the wounds on his body increased.

At the same time, the shouting and screaming on the city wall gradually became smaller, and it seemed that the battle situation had gradually become clear...