The stronger the beetle's bloodline, the more terrifying the body is.
What's more, his cultivation has already reached the level of the late-stage emperor who is half a step above the emperor. Coupled with his bloodline containing 1/5,000 of the ancient beetle, his physique is comparable to that of the late-stage emperor.
But even this body was shocked by the little dragon.
How could this not surprise Zhang Xuwu
"How's it going, old bastard?"
"Your grandpa, my power is okay, right?"
At this moment, looking at the second elder Zhang Xuwu, Xiaojiao's face was full of coldness and arrogance, and the contempt in his eyes was undisguised.
The scene where Zhang Xuwu's fists were shaking just now happened to be seen by Xiaojiao.
Looking at that scene, Xiaojiao instantly understood that this Xuwu's physical soul ice was not as strong as he imagined, and he was actually injured after a collision with him.
"What does this Shenlong mean by these words? Could it be that he just injured the second elder of the Tianniu tribe?"
"This... how is this possible? This dragon's cultivation level is only at the early stage of the emperor. How could he possibly hurt the second elder of the Tianniu tribe?"
"I just seemed to see the hand that the second elder of the Niu Clan had just punched shaking that day!"
"I seem to have seen it too. It seems that this dragon may have really hurt the second elder of the Tianniu tribe!"
…
A series of exclamations came, and in the darkness, the countless figures looked into the void one by one, with extremely shocked eyes.
"Little reptile, I'm going to kill you!"
"Tianniu Fist, come again!"
How could those discussions in the dark escape Zhang Xuwu's ears.
Listening to the discussions, the second elder Zhang Xuwu's eyes were filled with boundless anger. The next moment, the second elder Zhang Xuwu actually changed his hand, made a fist in his hand, and struck directly at the little dragon.
At this moment, the aura on his body suddenly surged.
The power on his body was even more terrifying, and the terrifying anger spread out instantly.
His eyes looked at the little dragon opposite. If looks could kill, the little dragon would have been killed thousands of times by this look.
"Old bastard, don't you have any other stronger punch?"
"I remember that among the long-horned beetles, there seems to be a kind of fist that beats the chest and vomits blood?"
Looking at the little dragon that punched him again, the expression on his face was extremely dull.
But in his heart, he felt the power of Zhang Xuwu's punch, but he had a premonition that this punch would break his barrier, which was not enough.
The next moment, Xiaojiao seemed to remember something, a light suddenly rose in his eyes, and he said arrogantly.
"Boss, what does Xiaojiao mean by this?"
"The old bastard's punch just now has seriously injured Xiao Jiao. Xiao Jiao actually made the old bastard use an even more powerful move. Xiao Jiao is..."
Listening to Xiaojiao's words, Huantian's eyes were full of doubts.
Zhang Xuwu's punch had already injured Xiaojiao's dragon tail, and the injured part looked even more terrible.
But now, Xiaojiao actually asked Zhang Xuwu to punch harder. For a moment, Xiaojiao was really puzzled.
"Reporting to Lord Huantian, the barrier of breakthrough in Lord Dragon King's body is still not completely broken!"
"Lord Dragon King said this because he wanted this old bastard to smash his breakthrough barrier with one punch!"
Binglong's eyes flashed with light, he looked at Huantian and said quickly.
"Want this stronger punch to shatter his barrier?"
As he muttered to himself, a worried look flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes.
A stronger punch can break Xiaojiao's breakthrough barrier, but can Xiaojiao withstand this stronger punch
Thinking like this, Mo Wentian's brows knitted together.
"Can Xiao Jiao's body be able to withstand it?"
Mo Wentian looked at the mighty figure in the void, with a complicated look in his eyes.
He wanted to stop him, but recalling the firm look on Xiaojiao's words just now, the corners of Mo Wentian's mouth moved slightly, but he swallowed the words that reached his lips.
"Emperor, don't worry, Lord Dragon King's body can withstand this punch, no problem!"
Binglong seemed to notice Mo Wentian's worry and said in a deep voice.
"Um!"
"Little Jiao can definitely bear it!"
After hearing Binglong's words, Mo Wentian felt slightly relieved.
"Beat your chest and vomit blood and punch?"
"Little reptile, since you have made such a strong request, then I will show you the Longhorn Blood Fist of our Longhorn Clan!"
But at this moment, listening to Xiaojiao's words, Zhang Xuwu's eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light, and he grinned and said with a cold face.
Then, without any hesitation, Zhang Xuwu reached out and punched his chest several times.
"Pfft..."
After a few punches, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.
The second elder, Zhang Xuwu, stretched out his palm and directly caught the mouthful of blood that spurted out.
As the mouthful of blood fell into his palm, the figure of the second elder Zhang Xuwu suddenly swelled again.
The next moment, the second elder Zhang Xuwu made a fist with his palms. As he clenched his hands, the blood in his hands spread into his fist instantly.
The next moment, I saw streaks of light flashing on his giant fist.
"Hoho..."
The roars of the beetles suddenly resounded.
On Zhang Xuwu's fist, there seemed to be two phantoms of ancient beetles appearing. The two ancient beetles roared at the little dragon.
At this moment, the aura on the second elder Zhang Xuwu's body quickly surged again.
It seems that there is only one step left to break into the late stage of the Emperor.
"Old bastard, stop talking nonsense and take action!"
Looking at the second elder Zhang Xuwu, Xiaojiao's eyes flashed with an extremely cold light, and he said coldly and proudly.
At this moment, the power in Xiaojiao's body surged crazily towards the barrier.
Xiao Jiao had a strong premonition that as long as this barrier shattered, his cultivation would immediately break through.
"Little reptiles, are you so eager to seek death?"
Arrogant voices sounded in the void.
The next moment, I saw the fist in the void that was several feet in size suddenly expanded to dozens of feet in size. Without any hesitation, it punched the little dragon again.
"Little Jiao, be careful!"
"If you can't bear it anymore, call me immediately!"
Seeing the tens of feet of giant fists that flew towards the little dragon in an instant, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with coldness and he couldn't help but say.
I can't explain why, but at this moment, he turned into a mother-in-law.
Maybe Xiaojiao is a relative to him, so he is like this.
"Boss, don't worry!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's reminder, in the void, the corner of Xiaojiao's mouth slightly raised, his expression full of indifference.
It looked like he was absolutely sure he could withstand Zhang Xuwu's punch.