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On the top of the mountain where the wind is howling, the stars are not there, and there is only a lonely existence of a bright moon, spreading the cold moonlight all over the sky.
The old man in sackcloth grasped the star cocoon with his big true energy hand, and a smile appeared on his old face: "I feel a complete star in it. The secret treasure inside must be very powerful. If he can successfully refine it, I will kill him this time." I¡¯m afraid it¡¯s really a bit difficult.¡±
"But now, I have been advantaged in vain. A king-level secret treasure from Zhoutian Star Palace is enough to increase my strength."
It is common knowledge that king-level secret treasures can only exert their full power in the hands of grandmaster-level martial saints.
With a raise of his hand, he got a king-level secret treasure. The old man in sackcloth was obviously in a good mood. With a flip of his palm, he moved the entire star cocoon into his own space ring, ready to refine the spiritual imprint inside it when he turned around.
Xiao Chen, who was on the top of the mountain, exchanged punches with the middle-aged man, and all the power of law was beaten back.
The energy like a knife suddenly scraped hard inside his body, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Now he finally knows what it feels like for those high-ranking martial saints who usually compete with him. The inner strength of Wu Que's sword is really torturous.
Mr. Qin sneered: "Xiao Chen, stand still and let me slap you ten times, and I can leave your body intact."
The middle-aged man and the old man in sackcloth stood silently beside Mr. Qin, like two protective gods, protecting him on the left and right, looking at Xiao Chen with a cold face, expressionless.
Xiao Chen felt a little sad about the Grandmaster-level Martial Saint. He had always thought that he could remain undefeated in front of the Grandmaster-level Martial Saint, but he didn't expect that the gap was so big.
The gap in cultivation has undergone a qualitative change. No matter what skills you have, they fall apart and are vulnerable to the opponent's overwhelming power.
His third-level peak holy body did not cause him much damage. The gap was too big and he could not stop the opponent at all.
Unless the God of Movement descends to earth, it will be difficult to withstand the attack of a Grandmaster-level Martial Saint head-on.
The trump card that had been prepared for a long time was also taken away by the other party, and Xiao Chen's thoughts began to change rapidly. At this moment, even if I use two magical powers, I can only escape, but I can't take back the Big Dipper Flag.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Out of all the effort and resources, it ended up being in vain.
No, even if I leave, I will kill this old immortal thing.
Xiao Chen's eyes turned cold and he said to Mr. Qin: "I'm standing here. If you have the guts, come over and slap me!"
Mr. Qin did not lose his temper. He had everything under control at this moment and said with a faint smile: "If you want to be slapped so much, I will help you. Brother Feng, Senior Liu, I will break both of this kid's feet and legs." I see how arrogant he is."
The middle-aged man surnamed Feng curled his lips and said: "Old Qin, do you look down on us? How can a middle-grade Martial Saint require us to fight together. Brother Liu, be careful not to let this kid escape. I can do it alone."
The old man in sackcloth nodded and fell behind Xiao Chen, blocking Xiao Chen's way.
¡°Boy, you are in good physical shape, come and take my military killing punch.¡±
The middle-aged man gave a ferocious laugh, and his bones grew in size. The crackling of thunderbolts created a bloody battlefield. He rushed forward like a commander of thousands of armies with swords drawn and horses raised.
Kill kill kill!
An endless domineering force spread from the middle-aged man. Before the fist could strike, tens of thousands of soldiers with high blood energy came to Xiao Chen with shouts of killing.
These soldiers look nothing like the phantoms they derived from. If you look closely, even the beards of some soldiers are different. Wearing blood-stained armor and holding soldiers, he wanted to devour Xiao Chen directly.
The great roc spreads its wings, only to hate that the sky is low!
" Xiao Chen's face darkened, and he also used his most domineering punch to face him directly. He wanted to see how big the real gap between himself and the Grandmaster Wu Sheng was.
The huge shadow fell, and Xiao Chen transformed into Kunpeng, spreading his wings and flying high.
There were screams, and the soldiers in front turned into a ball of blood mist and scattered in all directions.
The two people in the air were fighting each other. The middle-aged man was like a peerless overlord, sweeping across all directions, while Xiao Chen was like the Kunpeng holy beast rising into the sky. Both of them used extremely fierce moves without much skill.
A thunderous sound rang out, and the mountain below could not bear the vibration. With the loud rumbling sound, the entire mountain turned into rubble and flowed away.
Xiao Chen stepped back a hundred steps. Before he took a step, the void shook.Incessantly.
The middle-aged man's body trembled slightly, working hard to circulate his true energy and digest the energy of Kunpeng Fist. The strong wind blew around him, and his clothes and hair all began to dance rapidly.
Xuanshui Sect Ji Zong, who was watching the battle on the side, was slightly surprised. What happened? It was possible that the Grandmaster-level Martial Saint was driven back by him.
Amid the rumblings, the middle-aged man tried hard and finally took a step back. There was a look of surprise on his face. This punch did not explode Xiao Chen, and he even took a step back.
A blood arrow spit out from his mouth, and Xiao Chen's face turned pale. He wiped away the blood with his right hand, looked directly at the middle-aged man and smiled: "Haha, the gap is not as big as I thought. It seems that the previous punch was yours. Damn it, I'm so embarrassed."
"Tough talk!"
The middle-aged man was slightly angry, and blood from all directions merged into his body. With a flash, he caught up with Xiao Chen and punched him.
Xiao Chen evolved the Four Seasons, but the Spring Sword, Summer Sword, and Autumn Sword were all destroyed by the opponent's punch. Only the completed Winter Sword resisted for a moment.
There was a fierce fight between the two in the air, and Xiao Chen was knocked back by the opponent's punch. The color on his face was completely gone, and his internal organs were torn apart by the domineering force of the military killing fist.
If Cang Ming hadn¡¯t practiced the Body Refining Technique to the Great Perfection, his internal organs would have been shattered long ago, and he wouldn¡¯t have been able to hold on.
The old man in sackcloth smiled and said: "Brother Feng, when did it become so difficult to fight against a middle-grade Martial Saint? It must have been almost twenty moves."
"Depend on!"
The middle-aged man's anger was completely aroused, and he no longer held back. He used military killing blows to make the mountains and rivers tremble, and blood shot into the sky. Xiao Chen's pressure doubled, but when his eyes touched Mr. Qin's position, he gritted his teeth and could only hold on.
Tolerate!
There is only one thought in my heart, no matter what, I must kill Mr. Qin. Even if the Medicine God of Medicine God Valley comes in person, he cannot save him.
"Xiao Chen, haven't you always been arrogant? Why are you being beaten like a dog now? Show off your arrogance in the Shark Clan." Mr. Qin looked at Xiao Chen who was supporting himself in embarrassment on the bloody battlefield. I felt extremely happy in my heart.
boom!
With another punch, Xiao Chen was violently blown away. With his blood-stained white robe and his pale and colorless face, Xiao Chen looked extremely weak at this time.
The middle-aged man sneered, chased after him and punched three times in succession. Xiao Chen's right hand that was fighting with him felt like his bones were breaking.
Mr. Qin¡¯s face lit up and he said loudly: ¡°Brother Feng, let him live, and I will slap him to death.¡±
With a flash of his body, Mr. Qin rushed over quickly, fearing that the middle-aged man would beat Xiao Chen to death.
The middle-aged man stood up with his hands closed, secretly shook his painful right hand, and was happy to stop.
Mr. Qin raised his right hand, looked at Xiao Chen who was close at hand and was almost dead, and said in a deep voice: "No one has ever slapped me before. Back then, you slapped me away, but today I will slap you to death!"
A ray of divine light passed from the sky and entered Xiao Chen's body. A golden light shone in his left hand. Xiao Chen, who had been suppressed for a long time, finally waited for this opportunity. The god descended to earth, which he had never used before, and exploded at this moment.
"Slap me to death? Let me slap you to death!"
Snapped!
A loud slap came out, and Xiao Chen's golden left hand came first and slapped Mr. Qin's right face.
In Mr. Qin¡¯s incredible gaze, he was shocked to find that his own eyes could see his back, and his thoughts were completely stopped before he could even think about it.
The sudden situation made the middle-aged man and the old man in sackcloth stunned. How could Xiao Chen, who was so weak, still show such strength.
"Seeking death!"
The old man in sackcloth came to his senses, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and a big hand of true energy formed in an instant, falling from the sky, intending to shoot Xiao Chen to death.
"Fuck, this is a big deal."
The middle-aged man cursed and charged forward again.
boom!
At this moment, the space ring of the old man in sackcloth was smashed open, countless starlights shot out from it, and the Big Dipper flag with three colors of light flew out.
The other collections in the space ring are also falling in all directions like the radiance of a goddess.
Xiao Chen spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at the seven-star flags shining in all directions, and laughed loudly: "Seven-star flags, you really didn't disappoint me, and it's worth all my hard work!" (Remember this site's website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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