On the top of the mountain where the wind was howling, the stars were not there, and there was only a lonely bright moon, spreading its cold moonlight all over the sky.
****The old man's big hand of true energy grabbed the star cocoon, 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 refine it successfully, this I’m afraid it’s really difficult to kill him for the first time.”
"But now, I have been given an advantage in vain. A king-level secret treasure from the 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 a master-level martial saint.
He got a king-level secret treasure in the blink of an eye. The old man was obviously in a good mood. With a flip of his hand, he moved the entire star cocoon into his 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 stood silently beside Mr. Qin, like two protective gods, protecting him from left to 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, 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 would 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 were racing.
At this moment, even if I use two magical powers, I can only escape, but I can't take back the Big Dipper flag.
I'm really unwilling to do it. I spent all my efforts and resources, but in the end it was all 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 want us to fight together
Brother Liu, be careful not to let this kid escape. I'll do it alone. "
The old man nodded and fell behind Xiao Chen, blocking Xiao Chen's way.
"Boy, you have a good body. Come and take one of my martial arts killing punches."
The middle-aged man laughed ferociously, his body grew stronger, and the crackle of thunder turned into a bloody battlefield. He rushed forward like a commander of thousands of armies with swords and horses.
Kill kill kill!
An endless domineering force spread from the middle-aged man. Before the fist came, tens of thousands of soldiers with high blood energy came to Xiao Chen with the sound 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 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 directly face him. He wanted to see how big the real gap was between himself and the Grandmaster Martial Saint.
The huge shadow fell, and Xiao Chen transformed into Kunpeng and spread his wings to fly high.
Screams rang out, 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 powerful moves without much skill.
A thunderous sound rang out, and the mountain peak below could not bear the vibration at all. With the loud rumbling sound, the entire mountain top turned into rubble and flowed away.
Xiao Chen stepped back a hundred steps. Before he could take a step, the void was shaking.
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, 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 the blood from all directions merged into his body. With a flash, he caught up with Xiao Chen and punched him.
Xiao Chen evolved Four Seasons, but the Spring Sword, Summer Sword, and Autumn Sword were all destroyed by the opponent's punch. Only the completed Winter Sword could resist for a moment.
The two men fought fiercely 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 mastered the Body Refining Technique to the level of great ****, his internal organs would have been completely broken long ago, and he wouldn't be able to hold on at all.
The old man 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 with blood.
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 his heart, no matter what, he 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? Why are you showing off your arrogance in the Shark Clan?"
Mr. Qin felt extremely happy in his heart when he saw Xiao Chen supporting himself in embarrassment on the bloody battlefield.
boom!
With another punch, Xiao Chen was violently thrown 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 a row. 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 at lightning speed, fearing that the middle-aged man would be beaten to death by Xiao Chen.
The middle-aged man stood up with his hand closed, secretly shook his painful right hand, and stopped happily.
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. You slapped me away, but today I will slap you to death!"
A ray of divine light passed through 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 think about it.
The sudden situation made the middle-aged man and the old man stunned. How could Xiao Chen, who was so weak, still show such strength.
"court death!"
The old man reacted with murderous intent in his eyes. A big hand of true energy formed instantly and fell 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 was smashed open with a bang, and 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 also fell 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. It's worth all my hard work!"