"Why?" Zhang Xiaotian gritted his teeth.
"You're just a waste after all, but it complements the waste martial arts, now you can't use it!" Fei felt shame in his heart, couldn't help but ridicule, deliberately not answering Zhang Xiaotian, just want to be angry with Zhang Xiaotian.
"Hehe, you want me to die, I'm afraid you will pay the price." Zhang Xiaotian touched his face with his hand and smiled miserably, with a sense of sadness. When and when, like Haoyue's self, how could he ever think about today? Encounter, life is really wonderful.
"I don't know the power of the Void Spirit Realm at all for the waste material that you can't mention with your cultivation base. I want to intimidate me. It's really the most ridiculous joke I've ever heard." Sun Fei said.
"Hahaha, stop talking nonsense, are you scared!" Zhang Xiaotian laughed wildly, a bit unruly. Thinking of the past, the opposing party's mere ethereal realm, with the self a few years ago, I am afraid that a monk at this level is a place to die, but now he is provoked, and he can't take the other party
Involuntarily, Zhang Xiaotian's delicate eyes appeared lonely, with a touch of desolation, which seemed like a dream.
"It's your own death! Don't blame me when you get to the underworld." Sun Fei smirked, and then walked slowly towards Zhang Xiaotian. This was to make Zhang Xiaotian fear in his heart, and even wanted to insult Zhang Xiaotian. This is even more ridiculous, killing Zhang Xiaotian without blaming him, is this possible? But what can Zhang Xiaotian do
The weak are allowed to be slaughtered, and the strong do whatever they want. The weak are not even as good as a lump of shit, because no one dares to step on the shit, and the weak are destined to be bullied. Anyone can step on it, more than the law of the jungle in the previous world.
The spectators were surprised, and as more and more people discovered the situation here, no one stepped forward to stop it.
The cultivation base of Sect Master Haohai was even more transcendent. Naturally, he was suspicious soon, but his eyes as deep as the sea swept across the place, and there was no calmness on his face afterwards.
Although Zhang Xiaotian knew that no one would help him, he still had a slight loss. At this moment, unless time goes back in time, otherwise Zhang Xiaotian must fight to the end, even if it is to die.
Almost everyone thinks like this~ One is about to enter the inner door and become a real Haohaizong disciple, and the other is just an outer disciple who has just taken off the name of trash. Although this disciple may be quite interesting, strength and realm are fundamental. , The choice is evident, even including Wang Xiao.
When Sun Fei waved his hand, his spiritual power was surging, like the heavy waves slapped fiercely, and the wind in the sky was piercing, stinging people's skin.
Fortunately, the distance was far enough, Zhang Xiaotian stomped the ground fiercely, and quickly retreated, looking at each other solemnly.
"I think you should wipe your neck yourself! Otherwise, if I act, you will die." Sun Fei said lightly, with a cold expression and frivolous words, treating Zhang Xiaotian like a dead person, or even an ant.
"You are so much nonsense." Zhang Xiaotian's teeth almost popped out of this.
"Don't give you a chance, I want you to fly into ashes." The sentence fell.
"Yanyang palm!" The palm of the Sunshine to the Sun belongs to a relatively ordinary Huang-level martial art.
Zhang Xiaotian was so angry that he even ignored the rules of the sect and didn't care about the sect. This is a world where the weak eats the strong, and the weak belong to the weak, and there is basically no sympathy for them.
I feel bitter, weak, and talented to the extreme. Will the sect favor himself? Totally impossible.
The aura-wrapped arms fired continuously, several fiery red palm prints pierced the air, accompanied by the tyrannical firelight, burning the objects in front of them.
The palm prints came into view, Zhang Xiaotian's pupils shrank suddenly, and he had an intuition that he couldn't avoid it at all speed. This is the gap in absolute realm, and it is not something that can be made up by the cultivation technique.
Zhang Xiaotian's thoughts are flying, thinking of hard resistance, but how many palms can he deal with? It must be the end of death. If you flee forcibly and take a palm, what's left
Only try this...
Zhang Xiaotian closed his eyes, embraced his body and mind, his anger was slightly silent, everything around him was confused and invisible, but it seemed to be vaguely perceptible according to the direction of the wind...
The fire-red palm prints hit, the void trembling wherever it passed, and the turbulent current shot, the fire unexpectedly affected the wind.
Zhang Xiaotian frowned slightly, didn't feel at all, is he going to die by himself? I even felt the high temperature of the flame coming, this was to burn myself.
"Why, let me cross here, is it just that it just made me suffer emotionally?" Zhang Xiaotian wailed in his heart, and finally slowly closed his eyes, and lay down with two lines of tears. After all, he has died once and died again. What's the point
But what about regrets? Do you have to look forward to the next life, or be tortured forever
However, it was beyond the expectations of everyone, including Zhang Xiaotian. At this moment, the footwork was "aftermath of the wind!" Feelings let it go. The most important thing is that a force infiltrated in the dark, which made Zhang Xiaotian's footwork break through, because Zhang Xiaotian can basically break through. , No matter what the realm is restricted, now a force is helping myself, and the realm of success is a matter of course.
At this moment, Sect Master Haohai's deep eyes fluctuated, and he didn't know what he was thinking...
Although Zhang Xiaotian had closed his eyes before, his inertia was still there. Suddenly, he walked in the wind, the afterimages filled the sky, and his figure was as swift as thunder and lightning. This was in terms of speed, and his dodgeability was even more shocking.
There is no palm print at all, and even the sleeves are intact...
Everyone's eyes were wide and round, and if you know that this round of attacks, there are very few people who can take over here.
Originally, Zhang Xiaotian and Lin Hou fought, and everyone thought Zhang Xiaotian was dead, but with a sword, the world changed.
Now a footwork test has given everyone a surprise~ It turned out to be a life-and-death battle. What is even more unimaginable is that the precarious Zhang Xiaotian once again gave everyone a great surprise, a breakthrough in footwork at a critical moment, once again Avoid the lore.
"The martial arts of waste is a little red! Why don't you dare to use it?" Sun Fei said boldly.
"It's really shameless!" The king said with a smile, faintly feeling that this matter cannot be separated from him. Even before, he gave up, but the miracle reappeared and he was naturally on Zhang Xiaotian's side.
A little bit of martial arts is a trick that determines the life and death of both parties. If Zhang Xiaotian dares to use it, not to mention that the opponent's realm is high, just attacking the other with a sword is as difficult as reaching the sky, after all, the realm is there. This is really shameless to the extreme, will I say this!
"Trash, I'll let you run away." Sun Fei yelled, his face inevitably lost. After all, he was crushing the opponent with his cultivation base, but what about being unable to take Zhang Xiaotian for the time being? This is no longer a question of shame, but a question of strength.
"Ah!" Angrily, Fei fiercely attacked, opening and closing, invincible, even burning spirit.
For a time, the whole person was surrounded by aura, and his blood was surging, as if a fierce beast was born, violently attacking Zhang Xiaotian.
Zhang Xiaotian is like a floating shadow like lightning, walks like a ghost, endless afterimages, without wind, he will prevail in the world by himself.
But spiritual power won’t last long...
"Shake the palm!" Sun Fei watched Zhang Xiaotian once again relying on ghosts and speed to avoid, his expression was always cold, and suddenly he burst into tears.
The spiritual light was dazzling, a palm hit the ground, and the spiritual power swept away frantically, and the ground was really shaken. Although there was no attack power, the most important thing was its range, which affected Zhang Xiaotian.
Zhang Xiaotian's footwork was smashed, and his whole body paused. When he wanted to step on his footwork again, he saw that his body was full of blood, and Sun Fei unexpectedly caught up with him with burning energy.
"Fengling finger!" Sun Fei approached with a finger, palm finger like a rainbow, dazzling, this finger can definitely pierce the golden cracked stone.
Zhang Xiaotian was shocked. It turned out to be this fingering. Once he was hit, he would definitely be seriously injured and even killed.
Zhang Xiaotian was unwilling, and tried his best to move away. The thunder light flashed all over his body, and under the aura, the wind scroll shadow was used to the extreme, and his spiritual energy was consumed extremely quickly.
But the finger of death is still near, and death is so near at this moment.
"Stop it for me!" Suddenly a loud shout accompanied by unpredictable spiritual power fluctuations spread across the competition platform.
Suddenly, Fei really stopped because of an irresistible pressure. He felt as if he was being pressed against a huge mountain. His heart fluctuated violently and his forehead was full of sweat.
Sun Fei had the feeling that once he took the shot, it was likely that he would die first. This intuition made his heart chill and his complexion frightened.