"Suppress the cultivation to the same level as me, if you can win against me, I will give you the origin fragment, how about it?"

Jiang Xiaoqi's bland words sounded in everyone's ears, but they were like thunder on weekdays, and they exploded, and the two of them and the donkey looked at him a little incredulously, as if asking, are you crazy?

"How?"

As if answering everyone's doubts, Jiang Xiaoqi smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, spoke again, looked directly at the Fusang Holy Son opposite, and asked in a somewhat deliberative tone.

"Brother Jiang, are you serious?"

Seeing the serious look on Jiang Xiaoqi's face, it didn't seem like he was joking, but he was seriously inviting him to fight, but this situation made Xiao Lan feel a little puzzled in her heart, and asked with a little suspicion.

"Come on, fight, and if you win, you can take the Origin Fragment with you. ”

Looking at the puzzled look on the face of the Fusang Holy Son, Jiang Xiaoqi smiled knowingly, so convinced.

Immediately after, he saw the golden light around him suddenly bloom, and the next moment, several people saw that a brilliant light blue aura diffused from his palm, exuding a sacred and dense color, which was the fragment of the water spirit origin that was immersed in his vast sea of gold.

"Wow"

As soon as the fragment of the water spirit origin appeared, it not only attracted the fiery gaze of the Fusang Holy Son, but also attracted the attention of two lines of sight on the side.

The old donkey, who was pulling his tongue and approaching here, his eyes were round, and his pupils flashed with a greedy luster, if it weren't for the little girl behind him pulling his ears, the old donkey at this time would probably have run forward to compete with Jiang Xiaoqi.

"Xiao Qi, why don't my sister accompany you to fight, and then you give me this origin fragment. ”

grabbed the old donkey's big ears, and the little girl's big watery eyes were also round at this moment, like big grapes, staring directly at the bright blue fragments in his hand, and her little face showed two cute dimples, and after smiling sweetly at Jiang Xiaoqi beside her, she opened her mouth like this.

"Don't mix blindly with children. ”

Listening to the sweet words from the little girl beside him, Jiang Xiaoqi's mind couldn't help but darken, and he couldn't help but turn his head and glare at her, pretending to be fierce.

"Brother Jiang is serious?"

Looking at the fragment of the origin that exuded a misty light in Jiang Xiaoqi's hand, on the other side, the Fusang Holy Son took a deep breath, restrained the fiery look in his eyes, looked straight at Jiang Xiaoqi, the corners of his mouth flashed with a smile arc, and asked.

"A gentleman's words are hard to chase. ”

Hearing this, he saw that Jiang Xiaoqi did not hesitate, he opened his mouth and was convinced, and his deep eyes looked at the Fusang Holy Son opposite for a moment, waiting for his reply.

"Good. ”

Looking at Jiang Xiaoqi's serious look on his face, the Holy Son of Fusang was also direct and responded directly.

The next moment, I saw a flash of spiritual light around him, and the mighty spiritual power converged rapidly at this moment, and his cultivation was also accompanied by the gradual decrease of spiritual power, and after a while, his cultivation also came to the realm of four fulls, only opening a divine treasure, and he was under the same cultivation as Jiang Xiaoqi.

"Boy, you're afraid you're crazy, even if this guy suppresses his cultivation to the same level as you, you're not his opponent. ”

"Didn't you give the pieces away for nothing?"

"Otherwise, you give the pieces to the old man, and I will be your sparring partner every day in the future, how about it?"

Looking at the Fusang Holy Son who was gradually suppressing his cultivation on the other side, the old donkey carried the little girl and quietly came to Jiang Xiaoqi's side, muttering in his ear with his big teeth, and analyzed.

Pushing away the big head that the old donkey had brought in, Jiang Xiaoqi's eyes stared at the Fusang Holy Son opposite for a moment, feeling the powerful fluctuations that spread from him, and his deep eyes flashed with a little excitement.

Sure enough, to be able to become the top powerhouse of the younger generation in Dongxu, none of these holy sons are fuel-efficient lamps, even if they suppress their cultivation to the same level as themselves, they are still outrageously powerful.

The powerful fluctuations emanating from the Fusang Holy Son were not weaker than Jiang Xiaoqi, and the powerful spiritual power hidden under that body was also like Jiang Xiaoqi, like an ocean, extremely vast.

"Today, let me see how strong Tianjiao, as the younger generation of Dongxu, has become. ”

casually threw the origin fragment into the little girl's hand, and the next moment, I saw Jiang Xiaoqi pull the corners of his mouth and laugh.

Immediately after, the vast golden spiritual power erupted from his body, like a vast ocean, stretching endlessly, and the vigorous blood qi also spread out from the top of his head at this moment, and the strong battle intent almost turned into substance, filling Jiang Xiaoqi's body.

Jiang Xiaoqi has the body of a human emperor, and there are few opponents among his peers, whether it is in the flood battlefield, or in today's world, ordinary warriors are no longer his generals, so he can only set his eyes on these Tianjiao Holy Sons, and he can also use this battle to see the gap between himself and these people and make up for his own shortcomings.

In addition to Jiang Xiaoqi's desire for this battle in his heart, there is another reason, that is, the current situation is compelling, if the Fusang Holy Son does not pay attention to his gamble, but insists on attacking them, it is very likely that the whole army will be annihilated.

Therefore, this battle is inevitable, it is forced by the situation, and it is also the battle that he longs for in his heart.

"It's a powerful sense of oppression. ”

The Fusang Holy Son, who was far away from each other, looked at the vast golden light surging on Jiang Xiaoqi's body, and his plain face gradually swept a touch of surprise at this moment, he didn't expect that this young man whose strength seemed to be ordinary had such a vast power, even if it was compared to the Holy Son-level Tianjiao, it was not much better.

At this moment, the Holy Son of Fusang already faintly understood in his heart, why Ximeng did not hesitate to offend him and make a move, this young man did have such capital.

"Whoosh"

The golden light flashed, and on the grass, Jiang Xiaoqi's figure standing in place suddenly disappeared at this moment, his body was like a streamer, wrapped in the vast spiritual power, and went straight to the Fusang Holy Son on the opposite side, there was not the slightest fancy between the figures, and he smashed it with his fist, and the huge golden fist mark was wrapped in the vast spiritual light, like a grinding plate, and went straight to the face of the Fusang Holy Son.

"Buzz"

The azure aura was immense, Xiao Lan did not dodge or dodge, and her slender five fingers clenched violently at this moment, turning into a solid fist mark, and the fist mark that came towards Jiang Xiaoqi was smashed.

"Bang"

The two fist prints filled with the mighty golden light collided violently at this moment, and after the flash of inspiration, the figures of the two flew out upside down at the same time, kicked a few steps, and stepped on the soles of their feet violently, and saw the two of them swept out again, and the two people who were wrapped in the vast spiritual light suddenly collided together.

Under the spiritual light, the two of them added their fists and feet, and in the golden light, Jiang Xiaoqi flew and kicked horizontally, and the whistling whip leg went straight to the head of the Fusang Holy Son, and he was about to kick away.

Looking at Jiang Xiaoqi's fierce whip legs, Xiao Lan's body was not messed up at all, and his whole body leaned back slightly, directly avoiding the fierce whip legs, and then, he saw the blue fist mark standing on his side suddenly blasted out at this moment, from bottom to top, directly towards Jiang Xiaoqi's chin.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiaoqi also reacted quickly, the golden fist mark poked out suddenly, did not dodge or dodge, and directly shook the attack of the Fusang Holy Son, the two fists collided, and the vast spiritual power light suddenly leaked, and then, I saw that the two reacted almost at the same time.

The figure of the Fusang Holy Son jumped, and a whip leg was thrown directly at Jiang Xiaoqi's chest, and the latter, also at this moment, blasted out a golden light fist print, breathed instantly, and the two attacks fell at the same time, and then, I saw Jiang Xiaoqi and the figures of the Fusang Holy Son flying out upside down at the same time.

Before the two of them could stand firm, the golden and blue figures swept out rapidly, their fists were shaken, and countless spiritual power rays collapsed in the battle circle, turning into points of light in the sky.

In the battlefield, the two figures were as fast as streamers, rushing back and forth, and the powerful and domineering offensive was like a streamer, dazzling to watch.

"The strength of this Fusang Holy Son is really a bit terrifying, and he can be shaken by this kid's physical body, it seems that he should have experienced a lot of physical tempering. ”

Outside the battle circle, the old donkey held his two ears and looked intently at the two figures attacking each other in the field, a look of surprise flashed on his dark old face, and he shook his tongue and said.

"Boom"

In the battlefield, the gold and blue colors each occupy half of the country, the mighty spiritual power attacks each other, Jiang Xiaoqi and the Fusang Holy Son keep changing their shapes, wandering back and forth, the golden fist mark of the grinding plate is thrown out casually, and the ruthless whip legs with the whistling wind greet each other together.

"Bang"

The golden light flashed, and the Fusang Holy Son was caught by Jiang Xiaoqi and flew out with a punch, and he was unforgiving, Jiang Xiaoqi deceived himself again, and the vast golden light fist mark was about to fall on the Fusang Holy Son, but it was unloaded by a mixed force.

"Boom"

Seeing this, Jiang Xiaoqi secretly said in his heart that it was not good, and before he could react, he saw that a ruthless whip came straight to him, and without half a moment of reaction time, he was kicked out by the Fusang Holy Son, and the qi and blood in his body suddenly surged.

"Buzz"

The mighty golden aura bloomed again, surging and rushing, only to see Jiang Xiaoqi, who was panting in the battlefield, take a little rest, and then shouted, his body swept out violently, and the fist mark of the grinding plate directly enveloped the Fusang Holy Son on the opposite side, without half a moment's hesitation, he directly greeted him at the front door.

Seeing this, a touch of solemnity immediately flashed across the latter's face, and in just a short moment, he had already fought with Jiang Xiaoqi for hundreds of moves, and no one had the upper hand.

The more he fought, the more frightened he became, under the mighty golden light, Jiang Xiaoqi was completely like a humanoid beast, his body was a powerful mess, and his fist prints hit his body, not painful or itchy, just like striking iron.

And his solid golden fist mark fell on him, hitting his chest straight tight, that guy didn't seem to know what the pain was, completely gave up defense, all means were attacking, his whole body was a weapon, any part can be used to attack.

Although there was no change in the appearance of his body at this moment, only the Holy Son of Fusang himself knew that there had been a lot of blood congestion in his body, all of which were caused by the previous physical shock with Jiang Xiaoqi.

Looking at the golden fist mark smashed by Jiang Xiaoqi in front of him, the holy son of Fusang took a deep breath, then turned sideways slightly, and the aura in his hand changed, and then, he saw an azure spear appear in his hand, and then, he saw that the azure aura that lingered on his body exploded, and the spear pierced the sky, directly meeting the domineering fist mark that Jiang Xiaoqi blasted.

"Boom"

The spear broke through the air and directly pierced the golden fist mark that Jiang Xiaoqi blasted into, and even his palm, which was rendered by the golden light, was pierced by the spear at this moment, spilling a large amount of blood.

"Bang"

Immediately afterwards, I saw that the spear of the Fusang Holy Son slammed horizontally, swept over with great force, and slammed directly on Jiang Xiaoqi's chest, immediately making him spit out a mouthful of blood, and the figure filled with golden light flew out directly.

Under the sluggishness of the golden light, Jiang Xiaoqi fell heavily on the grass on the side, smashing a big hole, and the clothes on his upper body were stained red with blood.

But at this moment, Jiang Xiaoqi, who was lying horizontally in the pit, his eyes were filled with incomparably vigorous essence, and then, the golden light swept out of his body, and the body in the deep pit bounced up suddenly, looking at the Fusang Holy Son with a spear in the distance, and the golden light painted his cheeks hooked a faint arc.

"Is this the power of the totem induction?"

Ignoring the red blood dripping from his palms, at this moment, Jiang Xiaoqi's gaze fell on the azure spear held in the hand of the Fusang Holy Son, and a faint color of excitement appeared on his cheeks, and he muttered softly to himself.