Breaking through the thousand-year-old internal force, even if you think innocently, you can fly away, let alone Li Ling?

Xia Ji was worried that his strength was not enough, and even opened the four doors in the dantian.

Before the crossing, he didn't understand why in the books and movies, the battle had to go back and forth, and he did his best, either you die or I live.

Except for competition, who will keep their hands?

Therefore, at this moment, his fist became bigger and bigger, as big as the hooves of an ancient monster, half a meter in diameter, wrapped in black fist gloves cast by the gods.

The pitch-black fist grew bigger and bigger in front of Li Ling's eyes.

The terrifying aura emanating from it is almost suffocating.

More than 1,300 years of skill, plus the addition of Sijiazi, plus the breath of death driven by true intention, and the strange poison of the small poisonous unicorn that quietly succumbed to the bottom of the airflow.

What a layered power!

I don't know why.

Li Ling was intimidated.

He couldn't believe it, but he had to admit that he was really cowardly.

When the master fights, when he shoots, it is a thousand thoughts, at that time, time seems to slow down, and the opponent's, his own, all the subtle movements are extremely clear.

His knife was no longer contained.

He had no idea how the other party's fist could become so big.

Damn, is this still human?

Is this still the young man he said he didn't know the height of the sky?

In a split second.

The air flow surged, the red carpet turned out half of the sky, the knife came out, and the fist came.

Li Ling threw out all distracting thoughts and roared, and his momentum was half a point stronger.

Finally.

Moment.

A giant black fist facing a cyclone-wrapped blade!

Click...

There seems to be the sound of a toothpick breaking.

The knife shattered.

The sword light also shattered.

This monster-like fist blasted out a whirlpool of air currents, and the sound was shocking, like winter thunder!

The disciples outside the hall and the disciples brought by Li Ling looked in the direction of the main hall at the same time, their eyes shocked.

Heavy snowfall, falling at this time.

True Qi, Xuan Qi, all shattered, flying in all directions!

There was even a slight distortion in the space, a fringe of light caused by the turbulence and intensity of the air.

For a moment, the three elders were dumbfounded.

However, even as far as they could, they could not see what was going on in this distorted light.

Footsteps could be heard in the distance.

The disciples all ran to the courtyard outside the main hall, but they didn't dare to enter the hall, so they could only watch and watch from outside.

Wait until it settles.

In the eyes of everyone.

I saw the ragged Son holding a bloody body with one hand, the body with hands and feet hanging down, as if there was no strength at all, and it seemed that the bones were broken a lot.

And half of the Son's clothes turned into rags one by one.

The three elders were stunned.

Burst clothes?!

One punch?!

A devastating spike?!

Li Ling opened his eyes blankly, only to see that the young man he said was carrying him.

The Lotte Master's eyes flashed with resentment, and he knew that he was gone.

Both faith and body are nullified.

Even if he can heal his injuries, the Tianyuan realm can't be saved, and his longevity is already more than eighty.

This punch has blasted the rest of his life into slag!!

Regret, he never had.

It's just that I don't have the rest of my life, so don't think about it, he swept over the disciples outside the door, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly with all his strength: "Thought......!

He never finished speaking.

Because a powerful True Qi had already rushed into his body, the shattered body could no longer withstand the influx of this power, and exploded.

Boom!

Master Li Ling became a mass of flesh and blood.

All over the red!

The last word "death" he could not utter.

Xia Ji felt a slight feeling of vomiting, but it was far less intense than before.

Born in this era, that's what it is.

Here, it is no longer a civilized society.

He stepped out in one step, like a leisurely stroll, his figure had fallen in the middle of the main hall, and his left hand had fried a black and gold robe wrapped around his shoulder.

Sitting upright, he looked at the three elders who were dumbfounded, as well as the many disciples standing outside the door, as if they were dominating the world.

Although he had never been to the Holy Church, at this moment, in the Blue Sky Mountain, he was already a well-deserved Holy Son.

Suddenly, a shrill voice sounded in the crowd: "Holy Son, you actually killed my teacher! The teacher is the master of the Holy Church of Lotte Mansion, how can you, as the Holy Son, kill the master?!"

"Yes, Holy Son, in terms of affection, the teacher is your uncle! On reasoning, the teacher is your fellow disciple and an elder! You defeated the teacher regardless of the severity, and you actually killed the teacher!"

"The Holy Son has violated the rules!!"

"Are you still going to kill us? Kill us, so that people don't know that you are killing your fellow disciples, killing your elders?"

"You just can't contain the fire!

Yin and Yang were weird, and the sharp voice resounded in the crowd.

It was the three disciples brought by Li Ling, and they were shouting quite methodically, obviously choking the point that "the Holy Son violated the rules of the door and killed the master".

The louder they cried, the more the Son dared not touch them.

There is no impermeable wall in the world, and there are many Companions watching here.

Can Xia Ji still kill everyone?

However, the Son, who was sitting in the main hall, only smiled gently.

Now it's time for life and death to come into play.

The difference in strength can make his voice be regarded as what he thinks by those who are "controlled by life and death".

As long as his message is simple and clear enough.

Because it's not that he's talking in the stomachs of those people, it's a message from the bottom of his heart.

These three people are so hateful...

Distinguish the church, and dare to make a big statement here...

The Holy Son has earned face for us, and they dare to...

...

The voice came out in the hearts of the "people who were controlled by life and death", they already knew what was happening at the foot of the blue sky mountain, and they had been unhappy with these three people for a long time.

At this point, the voices are exactly what they want.

"Shut up!

Finally, the first disciple couldn't stand it anymore.

Then, suddenly, there was a scream.

I don't know which disciple made a secret move.

The screams of the three rang out again and again.

"Who hit me!"

"Who kicked me in the back!!"

"Whew..." One of the disciples clamped his legs, and the pain was incomparable.

"Eyes, my eyes!"

But these three were surrounded by numerous disciples.

The disciples were expressionless, looking ahead, but passing by, they all went up and kicked and punched, and the disciples brought by these three Li Ling were pushed and shouted, and they were wildly flattened by the disciples of the Holy Gate.

Xia Ji's expression was indifferent, his left hand was hanging on the armrest of the seat, and his right hand was holding his cheek, overlooking the farce outside the main hall.

The voices of resistance were gone, and the disciples of the Holy Gate were filled with righteous indignation.

The atmosphere is very contagious, especially when there is a common hatred.

The moment of life and death just ignited the heart full of fire oil, and it played its due role at this time.

If Xia Ji hadn't planted these "breaths", then maybe it would have been a different look.