Infinite World Projection

"There is no spiritual energy fluctuation, not a spell?"

Feeling this offensive, Chen Changming frowned, then stretched out his hand.

As he stretched out his hand, the invisible air flow in front of him was directly blocked by him, and disappeared into the invisible under his power.

"Just pure physical properties, without the slightest aura?"

A faint tingling sensation emerged from his hands.

Feeling the intensity of the offensive in front of him, Chen Changming was a little surprised.

The strength of the strike right now is not weak.

From the perspective of this world's system, it was not as powerful as the lowest Qihai Realm cultivator, but it was much stronger than a mortal.

The most important thing is how did Chen Xian make this blow when he did not control his spiritual power and his body was weak?

With a pure mortal body, it is not easy to create this level of power.

Subsequently, something unexpected happened to Chen Changming.

Chen Xian immediately changed his tactics when he saw that there was no strike in front of him.

A silver pistol suddenly appeared in his hand.

Chapter 275 The Apostle

Within the familiar projection space.

Looking at Chen Xian, who was standing opposite, Chen Changming was stunned. This moment was really stunned.

Under his gaze, on the opposite side, a silver pistol in Chen Xian's hand gleamed, emitting a silver luster.

The pistol looked very different, with an inexplicable sense of refinement, not like a craft product, but like a pure artwork.

However, this has not changed its essence, it is just a pistol.

Looking at the pistol, Chen Changming was stunned, and the memory of years of silence in his mind was reawakened.

"This...what's the situation?"

He looked at the silver pistol in Chen Xian's hand, no matter how strong his mental quality was, he was a little confused at this time.

The style of painting is completely wrong.

Obviously it was an ancient world of Xianxia, ​​but a group of gunmen appeared in it.

No matter who it is, it will feel wrong, right?

In front of him, under Chen Changming's gaze, Chen Xian began to move.

boom!

A faint roar suddenly sounded, passing by.

Then in an instant, a little spark flickered, and instantly flew past Chen Changming and rushed to Chen Changming.

Snapped!

A crisp sound came from before him.

Looking at Chen Xian on the opposite side, Chen Changming's face barely returned to calm, and he casually stretched out his hand to directly block the shot in front of him.

A faint tingling sensation emerged, coming from the palm of his hand.

Feeling the power of this blow, Chen Changming probably estimated it.

The firearm in front of me looked a little abnormal, and its power was a bit scary.

Just this shot was enough to threaten the Qihai monk, reaching a new level.

This kind of powerful is not normal, not like a normal firearm.

After receiving the shot, Chen Changming continued to look up.

He remembered it clearly.

Obviously just now, Chen Xian didn't have anything in his hand, but now, a silver pistol appeared in the opponent's hand.

This sudden change is obviously not without reason.

Soon, Chen Changming's gaze was concentrated, and he quickly focused on a pocket on the opponent's body.

The pocket doesn't look big, but it looks very unique, made of a unique metal, it looks a little special.

Earlier, Chen Changming did not pay attention to this pocket.

But thinking about it now, in the past few days, no matter how he changed clothes on Chen Xian, he always carried this pocket.

Before that, Chen Changming thought it was just simple convenience.

But now it seems that it is not that simple.

Standing in place, this thought flashed through Chen Changming's mind.

Seeing that a blow could not be achieved, Chen Xian continued to shoot in front, the gun in his hand swayed constantly, hitting Chen Changming's body.

Of course, in the end there was no effect.

Although the power of the silver pistol in front of him was a bit out of Chen Changming's surprise, and a bit too powerful, it was just like that.

It may be considered a threat to the ordinary Qi-sea cultivator, but to Chen Changming, it is nothing.

Directly taking the offensive from the silver pistol in front of him, Chen Changming did not initiate an offensive and took Chen Xian down. Instead, he stood silently and looked at Chen Xian on the opposite side.

He wanted to see how much surprise Chen Xian in front of him could bring him.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a new surprise to arrive.

Seeing that the silver pistol in his hand was invalid, Chen Xian stretched out his hand with a facial expression, and took out something from the black pocket.

It was a dark round object, and it looked strange in shape.

Looking at this thing, Chen Changming couldn't help but stunned.

At the next moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the front.

Along with the rumbling sound, the circular object in front of him exploded directly, bursting out terrifying power in an instant.