Chapter 218

When Wang Xiaoming's voice fell, the tip of the Qinglian Sword in his hand had already been raised casually, and a soft sword roar sounded, pointing at the Xuan Hustle in front of him with great momentum.

Xuan Huan was dressed in cloud-white clothes, moving with the wind, wild white hair, and eyes full of arrogance and presumptuousness, he kept looking at Wang Xiaoming, and with a wave of his hand, the cloak that moved with the wind behind him instantly flew into the hands of the Winged Sky Great Demon behind him.

"Let's fight!" Xuan Huan's hand shone with white light, he didn't use a weapon, and said to Wang Xiaoming: "You haven't answered my question just now!"

Xuan Huan was full of momentum, but he didn't take a step, and looked at Wang Xiaoming with extremely cold eyes.

It has always been his own unscrupulous provocation of others, so that others are helpless, today there is a seven or eight-year-old child, presumptuous in front of himself, and he is still so unscrupulous in the prison, this is provoking himself.

Therefore, the child in front of him must not be left alive, otherwise he will definitely be an obstacle to the unification of the suffering situation in the future.

Wang Xiaoming thought that with his arrogant temperament, he would definitely start fighting directly, but he didn't expect him to be in a hurry, but to ask.

"What's the problem?" Wang Xiaoming looked at Xuan Huan curiously, and couldn't help but grin and sneer.

"What's your name?" Xuan Huan's tone was cold, like a fierce beast, with extremely majestic eyes, staring at Wang Xiaoming, as if a king of another world was judging his own people.

Wang Xiaoming listened to Xuanhuan's words, and was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was so serious, he just wanted to ask his name, Xuanhuan's little cutie is so cold!

"My surname is Bai Xianjun, the word is Xiaoming, from now on, you all remember my name, my name is Bai Xianjun!"

Wang Xiaoming grinned evilly, not only saying this to Xuan Huan, but to the people in the prison who were all present.

"Bai Xianjun!" Xuan Huan was full of the power of the Prison Prison, the momentum was surging, the white light was long, and the energy was rushing, and he rushed towards Wang Xiaoming quickly, and shouted angrily: "I remember you." ”

The domineering power from the king, the power is monstrous, the momentum is surging, and the air around it is constantly twisting and rippling, and such a surging power is shrouded towards Wang Xiaoming.

If it were an ordinary martial artist, in the face of such a vast aura, I am afraid that he would be directly shocked back.

But Wang Xiaoming was not moved at all, the strong wind impacted, blowing his white robe to the sound of hunting, and he was still as steady as a rock.

When Xuan Huan was covered by a mighty Xuan force, when it came, it turned into a curling black air current, as if it was about to devour Wang Xiaoming.

And Wang Xiaoming instantly opened the magic pen, and a touch of white sword qi formed a white circle of light around his body, immunizing all the attacks of Xuanhuan.

Then, Wang Xiaoming's figure flashed, and he came directly behind Xuan Huan, and stabbed out with a sword, and the sharp sword qi actually revolved around Xuan Huan's body, wanting to stab him, but it didn't hurt him.

"Drink!"

I only heard the loud voice of Xuan, and the tiger's body shook, and a powerful Xuanli light wave, carrying bursts of black air, shattered the white sword light around the body.

Wang Xiaoming was shocked back by such a powerful air current, and was slightly surprised, thinking that this Xuan Huan was worthy of being a hero in this period, and he did have some ability and aura.

However, when Wang Xiaoming thought of this, the corners of his mouth set off a trace of evil arc, his body retreated, and he directly withdrew the Qinglian Sword, ready to fight with his hand.

The flow of Qi body was opened, Wang Xiaoming's whole body was shining with golden light, and wisps of electric light swirled around his body, directly turning on the Yang Five Thunder, and his body rushed like a phantom.

The moment Xuan Huan turned around, he directly punched him.

"Boom!"

A crisp collision sounded, and from the two of them as the center, a touch of violent training spread, shocking the audience, and the eight wildernesses thundered.

In the smoke and dust, the two quickly separated, and exchanged hands back and forth, every punch, every palm touch, is extraordinarily solid.

Everyone looked at this shocking scene, and they all looked horrified, but they didn't expect this white-haired child who suddenly appeared to have such a strong strength to be able to fight against the eighteen princes of the Forest.

They were all thinking, when did such a young peerless powerhouse come out in the Bitter Realm Martial Arts?

Among these people, there are not only the Winged Sky Demons and the Monkey Demons, but also the gods who are stupid.

Shen Zai is the teacher next to Prince Xuanhuan, and Fool Wuyi is the head of the Four Truths, both as subordinates of Xuanhuan, they can see that the competition between Wang Xiaoming and Xuanhuan is very intense, as if they can't see who occupies the top score for a while.

However, what God is worried about is that the white-haired boy who has been able to fight against the Lord for so long is definitely not a simple character, and it seems that the Lord is going to face a long and bitter battle.

Foolishness said to God, "The Lord doesn't seem to have the upper hand, this kid is really amazing." ”

"Don't worry, the Lord hasn't done his best yet, I'll wait and see what happens. "God is fanning the fan in his hand, looking like the old god is there, as if he is not worried about the safety of Xuanhuan.

Yu Wuyi didn't speak, and continued to pay attention to the situation in the war circle.

And at this moment, in this battle circle, the battle between Wang Xiaoming and Xuan Huan has reached a white heat, and the two of them are going back and forth, I don't know how many moves and how many rounds of the battle.

Wang Xiaoming didn't feel tired, nor did he feel that his body's internal breath was consumed too much, because his strength had surpassed the existence of a god, and he was just trying to have fun fighting with Xuan Huan.

Next, he wants to beat this Xuanhuan prince.

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming directly drew up the vast power, and the power of Yang Wulei was poured to the strongest state, and in the entire heaven and earth, the golden thunder shone brightly, forming a situation of heaven and earth.

Wang Xiaoming's figure was as fast as a phantom, and he shouted loudly: "Thunderbolt member!"

"Sneer....."

The light of golden thunder and lightning spread throughout the entire heaven and earth, making the Xuan Huan completely surrounded.

Xuan's body shook, and the monstrous Xuan's power swept away, shaking open, resisting the golden net of heaven and earth.

Wang Xiaoming clenched one hand into a fist, like a vine's fist bombarded out, aiming at Xuan Huan's chest.

"Tencent Member!"

The sound of this punch 'boom' made Xuan Xuan unable to defend himself, and he took a heavy punch.

The hustle and bustle that made Tinan's inner breath slam into his chest was as if he had exhaled in one breath and choked back raw.

A muffled snort came from Xuan Huan's mouth, and a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth, and he took a few steps back.

But at the last step, Xuan Huan drank in a low voice and stomped on the ground with one foot, causing the whole earth to shake.

Wang Xiaoming was suspended in mid-air, looking at Xuan Huan who had eaten his own punch, and grinned and sneered: "Don't use your weapon yet, otherwise the next punch will break your skull!"

When Xuan Huan heard Wang Xiaoming's words, his face was unusually cold, and he could faintly see that his originally handsome and fair face showed an ugly and vicious face.

This is his evil appearance!

Looking at this hideous face with an evil face, Wang Xiaoming seemed to see the evil face of the king of Hades, and it was indeed the countless faces of the king of Hades.

"Is this annoying?" Wang Xiaoming grinned and sneered, looking at Xuan Huan condescendingly, and the crisp sound of the baby sound sounded throughout the world.

(End of chapter)