Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

The Bull-headed Martial Saint clenched his fists, his eyes were wide open, and countless qi forces kept staggering in the air. Forming a pattern, like the ripples of waves.

Under the influence of these energies, the clay figurines seemed to be burned red and pre-cooled porcelain, and their bodies kept cracking, and finally turned into a pile of mud.

The weapons in their hands fell on the bluestone with a crisp sound.

"Come on!"

"Come on!"

"If you push harder, the whole formation can be pierced!"

Looking at the bull-headed martial saint who was rampant in the formation like a bulldozer, everyone's eyes couldn't help but show excitement.

However, unlike ordinary people, the worry in Situ Xing's eyes has never been eliminated, but has become more and more intense with the victory of the Bull-headed Martial Saint...

"Childe!"

"The whole formation is about to be penetrated!"

"Why don't you look very happy?"

Looking at the worried Situ Xing, Haring's eyes couldn't help but froze, a little shocked, and a little suspicious.

"The Liangyi Great Array has been worn since ancient times, and has been summarized and sublimated by the soldiers of the past dynasties, and its power is absolutely not to be underestimated... ”

Looking at the bull-headed martial saint who was rampant all the way, like a bulldozer, and no one could stop him at all, Situ Xing's eyes couldn't help but show a little hesitation. After a while, he said quietly:

"So smooth!"

"I'm afraid it's not a good thing!"

Hearing Situ Xing's words, whether it was the white-robed martial saint with a smile on his face, or the others, his eyes couldn't help but shrink, and some people showed worry on their faces.

However, some people disagreed with Si's sentence.

"Humph!"

"It's just alarmist!"

The corners of one of the warriors twitched slightly, and his face was full of disdain, and he said contemptuously.

Listening to that contemptuous word, Situ Xing's gaze drifted...

The samurai only felt as if he was being targeted by a wild beast, not only the muscles of his whole body were tense, but the blood in his veins seemed to be frozen by frost...

Affected by the lack of qi and blood, the samurai's face not only turned pale in an instant, but even his lips turned black and purple at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A hint of white frost crept up his cheeks and up his torso like vines.

Looking at the warrior who couldn't bear his gaze and kept trembling all over his body, like a withered chaff, Situ couldn't help but shake his head gently.

When it comes to his current status, he has long been able not to be happy with things and not to be sad about himself.

The most important thing is that this samurai is nothing more than an ant in his eyes, and he can be destroyed by his hands.

As Situ Xing's gaze moved away, the warrior had a little warmth on his body.

Burst!

The samurai opened his mouth with difficulty and spat out a mouthful of blood with a white chill... Grains of white ice crystals hit the bluestone ground with a crisp sound.

Under the influence of this mouthful of blood, the temperature in the air instantly dropped a lot, and even the bluestone ground seemed to be frozen.

"It's!"

"What is this?"

The samurai's face was red under the impetus of qi and blood, as if he was drunk, but even so, he still felt cold.

However, in addition to the coldness of his body, his heart was like falling into an ice cave!

Terrible!

It's terrifying!

Just one glance almost froze you to death!

Is this the power of the Martial Dao Sage?

In front of him, he is as weak as an ant, let alone make a move, even if it is a gaze, there is no way to bear it!

Look at the frost on the ground that condensed into a white mist.

The samurai's gaze couldn't help shrinking, he had no doubt that as long as Situ Xing's gaze stayed for a while, he would die because of the blood clotting all over his body...

However, he did not dare to be presumptuous, let alone resentful...

Even the eyes that looked at Situ were full of fear.

Not only him, but also the eyes of others have changed a lot.

Terrible!

It's really terrifying, just one gaze can make a congenital martial artist's blood coagulate.

Looking at the samurai's deflated expressions, as well as the changes in everyone's expressions, the white-robed martial saint not only did not have the idea of standing up for his subordinates, but there was a little indescribable annoyance in his eyes...

Martial Saint!

Whether it is in the Great Dry or in the outer regions, it is a high-ranking existence.

Like a god, no offense is allowed!

This warrior just now seemed to be provoking Situ Xing, but he was not provoking the martial saint class.

Therefore, not only did he not have any pity in his heart, but there was a deep dissatisfaction...

However, seeing that Si Tu had already taught him enough lessons, and his face was full of indifference, he didn't bother to say anything more...

However, Situ can be lightly punished and don't care with a full face, but Harlem can't...

He is a slave of the prisoner!

As the saying goes, the king humiliates the minister to death!

This samurai was so contemptuous, how could he have done nothing without doing anything.

"Damn it!"

"You dare to be so rude to Childe!"

Listening to the laughter full of ridicule, Haring's face couldn't help but change greatly, his originally open palm instantly clenched into a fist, the cyan veins protruded, and his eyes became even redder. The blood and qi are surging all over the body...

Stimulated by Harlem's murderous aura, the qi and blood around the warrior also rolled rapidly.

However, compared to Haring, his momentum was weaker, and his face was somewhat pale.

Looking at Harlem who wanted to step forward and fight with people.

Situ couldn't help chuckling and shook his head indifferently.

"Haring, it's no wonder that he's doing this!"

"After all, the Bull-Headed Martial Saint is going very well. It's normal for people to be suspicious... ”

"But whether this son is alarmist or not, we will naturally find out later!"

Situ Xing played a folding fan, shook it a few times, looked around, and saw that everyone's eyes fell on him, he was the old god, and Zhizhu said.

It seemed to feel Situ Xing's determined gaze.

The blood of the Bull-headed Martial Saint's body suddenly boiled, and a trace of red blood qi was discharged from his pores, condensing in the air, forming layers of mist, and finally rising up, like wolf smoke, extremely thick, and could not be dispersed by the wind.

Spirits!

At the last moment, the Bull-Headed Martial Saint mobilized the qi and blood of his whole body, condensed into essence and wolf smoke, and the power in his body burst out again!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Under his heavy fist, the clay figures were shattered like porcelain. The originally conspicuous white air mass was also under his oppression, and began to retreat step by step, and it seemed that it was about to die out completely...

Looking at the end of the road that was getting closer and closer, the Bull-headed Martial Saint's eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of ecstasy.

In this case, what bad things will happen?

It seems that Si Tu's words are nothing but alarmist!

Not only did he think so, but even the eyes of others looking at Situ Xing changed slightly...