The young sect master of the Demon Extermination Sect is actually Xiaomeng's younger brother? Such news made Zhi Jixiang a little dazed, that is to say, at that time, their "chance encounter" with that Xiao Jiang was actually designed?

In addition, Xiaomeng and Princess Fusang knew each other, and the young sect master was Xiaomeng's younger brother, and then, in the Baoxiang Pavilion last night, Princess Fusang chose Xiaojiang...... Zhi Jixiang suddenly felt that this world was so dark, and there were too many shady scenes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But no matter what, since Xiao Jiang is Xiao Meng's younger brother, it means that he is actually their "own person".

Seeing that the little boy and Prince Senluo of the Western Ghost Domain entered the Mourning Platform together, under the tall and burly body of Prince Senluo, the little boy was so thin that he was like a weed that fell in the wind, Zhi Jixiang was secretly worried about him in his heart.

In the high places outside the field, many people such as Pan Meng and Huang Huan were also watching the life and death battle that was about to break out. Suddenly hearing such news, they naturally couldn't help but rush over, originally thought that Mrs. Zhang Gu would inevitably appear and stop it, but they didn't expect that Mrs. Zhang Gu had not arrived yet, and judging from the current news, Mrs. Zhang Gu seemed to have gone out of the city early in the morning.

Pan Meng sneered in his heart, it was not a bad thing for Prince Desenluo to kill that arrogant Moro boy.

As soon as this Moro boy dies, Princess Fusang will naturally have to choose a husband again, and she will also have a chance. Even if he doesn't have a chance, he is already unhappy with watching the kid anyway, as long as he can watch him die.

Huang Xuan secretly thought to himself in his heart: "Prince Senluo and this kid should have no grudge before, Prince Senluo will trouble him at this time, naturally because the princess was in the Baoxiang Pavilion last night, and she didn't choose Prince Senluo, but chose this kid." I just don't know, is it Prince Senluo who can't afford to lose, or is that Dragon Tooth Spirit guy running to provoke him? ”

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look around, and sure enough, I saw the other side of the high platform, where the dragon tooth spirit was standing, sneering viciously. Huang Xuan immediately knew in his heart that the dragon tooth spirit was borrowing a knife to kill people.

He frowned, although he really didn't have much affection for this Moro boy, but the dragon tooth spirit's scheming was so vicious, but it also made him secretly vigilant. This guy used to be low-key, but he didn't expect it to be so hidden...... Huang Xuan thought in his heart.

Prince Senluo stared at the arrogant little boy in front of him, his face full of anger. Now that he has figured out the details, this kid must know that Madame Zhang, who is the master of this city, will definitely try to prevent this duel, so she dares to be so public.

However, now, Prince Senluo already knew that Mrs. Zhangguo had gone out of the city early in the morning, and was not in the city at all, and this kid's self-righteous tricks had all become a joke about finding death, and now let him know how to write the word dead. He stared coldly at the Moro boy in front of him, who was much smaller than him: "Where are your weapons?" ”

The little boy casually put his hands on his shoulders: "Do you still need weapons to deal with you?" He takes himself too seriously. ”

"Rampant!" Prince Senluo took a step forward and threw an unceremonious punch. The aura in his body swelled like a torrent, and with the demonic energy erupting like a tsunami, with that fatal punch, the impact was layered towards the little boy in front of him.

I don't want to talk too much nonsense with him, I just want to crush him with one punch to prove that he is weak but arrogant and ridiculous. The fist style is like turning into an entity, throwing a whale and swallowing it, and it is indispensable. The magic skill named "Senluo Black Tyrant" made his magic energy also have a black air current, overwhelming and unstoppable.

Outside the Soul Loss Stage, everyone was shocked to see it, and it was worthy of being one of the twelve princes of the Twelve Cities of the Treasure Seal of the Western Ghost Domain, and this punch had already demonstrated its powerful magic skills. In addition to the punch, the invisible qi waves around him also surged. The astonishing blackness seemed to pull everything around them, even them.

With a bang, the energy exploded at this time. What happened? In the exploding wind, I saw the tsunami-like strength of Prince Senluo, and then froze, and under the black wave, the little boy stepped forward and raised his hand, and his elbow forcibly blocked the impact, the big fist of the sand pot. There is no dodge, no evasion.

An astonishing wave of qi followed, forming a cyclone around them, making a squeaky noise on the hard stone ground, and the wind also rushed up to a high place, and everyone outside the field opened their eyes for a while, this little boy was actually on par with Prince Senluo, who had cultivated for many years more than him, in the purest strength? His foundation is no weaker than that of Prince Senluo?

Xiaomeng in the distance was also surprised that his brother was able to block Prince Senluo's punch with all his strength alone. You must know that the lifespan of the Shura Demon Clan, even if you don't consider your future cultivation, is much longer than that of people on the Shenzhou Continent, and Shura, who is in her thirties, can still only be regarded as a "young man", and Prince Senluo is like this.

On the Shenzhou Continent, martial artists who have cultivated to the rank of grandmaster are strong and strong, and they can generally live to be eighty or ninety years old, but most of the ordinary people have a lifespan of more than forty years, and if they live to be sixty years old, they are already considered human beings in the village. Because of this, although he is a "young man", Prince Senluo has been cultivating at least twenty years of superior magic skills.

As for the elder brother, although he is strong in his body and has cultivated to the "Spirit God", in terms of his body, he only began to cultivate after entering the Demon Zhu Domain. The main reason why Shura looks strange one by one is because of the influence of the demonic qi of the supreme yang and turbidity, but the demonic qi also brings them great power. This point is like the "evil qi" cultivated by the barbarians on the Shenzhou Continent, but the demonic qi of this world is obviously much stronger than the evil qi cultivated by the barbarians.

Xiao Meng was not worried about her brother, because she knew that her brother never fought a battle that she was not sure of, she just didn't expect that in such a short period of time, her brother would actually cultivate his magic skills to such an extent that he would be able to fight against Prince Senluo, who had cultivated superior magic skills for twenty years more than him, purely by virtue of his own strength?

In the midst of everyone's surprised gaze, the little boy elbowed Prince Senluo's magic fist, and said lightly: "You better take out your imperial bronze hammer directly and use it, I don't want to bully you." ”

Did he really want to deal with Prince Sen Luo who used the Imperial Bronze Hammer with his bare hands? The shock in everyone's hearts grew. Prince Senluo shouted violently, but he was not reconciled, dealing with a much younger and newly developed Moro who was much younger than himself, he was already somewhat bullied by the small, and when he was empty-handed, he used his own weapons, just thinking about it, it was a shameful thing.

With this drink, he began to raise his arms, the magic power was like a strong wind, and with the pace of his progress, the wind swept towards the little boy in front of him, destroying and decaying, unstoppable. Every punch he threw was filled with great force, moving forward, constantly advancing, like an invincible beast, and any creature that dared to stand in his way would face his ferocious bite.

Bang, bang, bang, bang......

The little boy was going around in a circle in the retreat, blocking, dismantling, crutching, and unloading, and the magic energy of the two kept colliding, and the air vibrated wave after wave, bursting with energy, and bursting with cyclones. There is no superfluous trickery, unpretentious killing boxing in the army, but people can't find any fault, all the movements, all are so direct and effective, his arms, body, always in their most correct position, you obviously don't think his moves are amazing, but there is no way to take him.

In the distance on the other side, a tall military general nodded secretly. This military general is also a Moro, although the status of Moro is not as good as Shura, but it is directly subordinate to the Demon Emperor, the warrior of the domain master, the Moro army in the countries, the fiefdoms, has a relatively transcendent status, and is not directly dispatched by the monarchs of various countries, on the one hand, to assist the monarchs of various countries to suppress the rebellion of the bottom of the people, on the other hand, in fact, there is also the duty of monitoring the misdeeds of the monarchs of various countries.

The husband chosen by Princess Fuso turned out to be a Moro, and the Moro army stationed outside the city couldn't help but cause a sensation. There is hardly any Shura who is willing to marry his daughter to Moro, not to mention, it is still the princess of Fusang, who has a high reputation among the people of the Donghua region. After hearing about the life-and-death battle between the Moro boy who was about to marry the princess and the prince of the West Ghost Domain, the Moro general couldn't help but rush to watch.

At this moment, the little Moro boy on the field, facing the top Shura martial arts of Prince Senluo, only used the tricks learned from the Moro army, although it was not gorgeous enough, not enough fancy enough, but from the battlefield thousands of tempers, repeatedly refined from the army killing fist, in the hands of this Moro boy, it is a powerful power that no one can ignore, and it looks at the blood of the Moro general.

This is Moro, perhaps not noble, perhaps not gorgeous, but a natural warrior, a military song forged by blood and sweat on the battlefield, a powerful force that no opponent can ignore.

Prince Senluo was furious, angry, and the kid in front of him was obviously not a superior martial artist, but he had no way to deal with him. The magic power swirled, and the power of the black overlord of Senluo erupted with an astonishing murderous aura under the gorgeous moves, and a black shadow spread out like a blade, slashing the void and piercing through everything. Obviously he didn't have a blade in his hand, but he forcibly improved his strength by tricks, and Prince Senluo's cultivation amazed everyone who was watching.

But it didn't work, in the eyes of everyone, the killing punches in the Moro Little Boy's Army became fast, and in the inconspicuous changes in fists and feet, it disintegrated Prince Senluo's attack to forcibly increase his power in a few clicks, there was no trick, but it was the simplest way to break quickly. "Get your Imperial Bronze Hammer out, and don't waste our time." A faint voice sounded in the collision of crazy magic energy.

The anger that was obviously underestimated made Prince Senluo even more angry, and he roared again, pulled out his fists, and picked up a stormy wave, and slammed down on the little boy's head and face. The little boy sneered impatiently, did not retreat but advanced, and a palm knife instantly slashed into the angry tide that pressed it, and it was immediately like a thunderbolt piercing the black clouds, like a cold light that saw the sun, and shone on the face of Prince Senluo with an incredible thunderbolt.

Prince Sen Luo retreated, but was already caught off guard, his stormy attack disintegrating in an instant, and a series of counterattacks followed. Crackling and dazzling, but every blow was a real move, like an epiphany that suddenly burst out in the night, he couldn't see clearly, and then he couldn't stop it, the punch was pulled away, the arm that was picked up was folded back, and the pace of the hind leg was hooked.

The eyes of the people around them widened, and they saw that Prince Senro used the most powerful magic force, the most ferocious fist, followed by a constant beating, as fast as the wind, slapping him in the face, and a sharp and refined fist, hitting him in the chest. The tall body fell backwards, and in just one process, I don't know how many slaps I received and how many punches I was hit.

At the moment when the body fell to the ground, a foot flew out, and with a bang, the body flew out along the hard stone ground and slid away. In everyone's incredulous gaze, the little boy held his hands in boredom: "Said...... Don't waste my time. ”

Prince Senluo rolled out more than twenty steps, and his palm slammed into the ground, cracking the stone ground. Forcibly stopping his kicked demon body, he looked up at the little boy standing proudly in the distance, shocked and angry, and outside the field, everyone else was silent. Everyone can see that at that moment just now, if the young man Moro really wanted to kill someone, Prince Senro had turned into a corpse at this moment.

It turned out that the fist ** just now...... Really just wasting his time.

The slap on his face did not use his magic strength, but Prince Senluo felt that his face was unusually hot. Every solid slap in the face, once used with magic power, can crack his head, but the little boy just wants to pump him, just to wake him up, so that he doesn't waste everyone's time. The humiliation that has never been there, the frustration that has never been before, made Prince Senluo's blood tremble.

Rumble! He gritted his teeth, and suddenly pulled out the imperial bronze hammer, and the magic power of the enchanted Xuan Soldier exploded, forming a powerful resonance with his own magic skills, and the stone ground around his body cracked one by one, and the power of the black hegemon of Senluo was vented through the imperial bronze hammer, and the wind and clouds changed color, and the sky and the earth were lightless. The qi wave was centered on Prince Senluo and spread in a circle, and the people around him all felt the pressure coming from their faces and were secretly frightened.

This is the true strength of Prince Senluo, who can become one of the twelve city lords of the Treasure Seal? The combination of Senluo's black hegemony and the imperial bronze hammer, this little boy Moro with no weapons in his hand, can he really match?

For a moment, everyone looked at the little boy. Although they still don't believe it, they don't dare to despise it. This little teenager is not simple...... This is already an impression that they can't get rid of at the moment.

Facing the killing intent of Prince Senluo, who had risen to the extreme with the Emperor's Bronze Hammer, the little boy just turned sideways, his left hand was behind him, and his right hand gently stroked the short hair in front of his forehead, and pointed at the angry Prince Senluo: "This is a bit challenging, I hope you ...... Don't let me down too much! ”