"This is impossible, it is a great shame for a mere mortal to kill my nephew first, then kill my spiritual pet, and finally disappear without a trace in front of me. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info: Our company must find you out at dawn and break your body into thousands of pieces. The black dot turned into Changhong and came to the place where the strange disappeared, and Changhong dissipated to reveal a middle-aged man who was angry and angry.

The middle-aged man could not be said to be angry, he was a dignified immortal cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, but after his divine sense locked on that mortal, he was also made to disappear out of thin air, how could he endure it.

"Really? A certain family thinks the same. If you don't break your body into thousands of pieces, the thoughts of a certain family will not be understood. So it took a few hundred energy points to get back. ”

The sudden words startled Si Poxiao, but after all, he was a master of the foundation building period, and with a casual blow, a fire snake of several zhang wrapped around the place where the sound came from. "Who is pretending to be a ghost and giving the old man out."

"Aren't you looking for me? Why are you suspicious again? Old horseman, do you really treat me as a soft persimmon? Let you pinch and rub it round. Let me send you to your nephew today. Qi took a light step and flashed the attack of the fire snake.

"It's you, the old man thought you really disappeared under my nose!" Si Poxiao, who turned around, narrowed his eyes, a dangerous light flashed in his eyes, staring at the young man who suddenly disappeared and suddenly appeared. I'm afraid he'll disappear again.

"Are you wondering if there is any strange treasure on me that will allow me to avoid your detection? Don't say it, there really is, it depends on whether you have the ability to take it. The corners of Qi's mouth curled up with a sneer

"Boy, let the old man see what you have to do to kill my nephew and the spirit pet beast Arrow Peng Snake. "After all, Si Poxiao is a battle-hardened foundation building monk, and he is not angry at the strange words.

"Qi Mou recently... No, I've always loved hand-to-hand combat, so let me see what your old face looks like when it's beaten into a little cake. The words Luo Qi appeared in front of Si Poxiao like a ghost, and the diamond fist roared to the opponent's old face.

The sudden attack made Si Poxiao change color slightly. A red spirit shield appeared outside the body, and before it could make other moves, the diamond fist had already touched the spirit cover, and the spirit shield was shattered in less than a second. But one second was enough for Si Xiaoxiao. A red shield blocked the strange diamond fist. Even the slightest bit of immobility.

All this happened in the lightning and stone fire, Qi retracted his fist and retreated, and mocked, "Qi still thinks that you and your turtle grandson use turtle shells for defense." ”

"Although the cultivation is only three layers of Qi training, the strength of the physical body is comparable to the early stage of foundation building, no wonder it can kill the arrow Peng snake. The old man almost fell into your way, you should be hiding your cultivation, but these don't matter, you will fall here today. Si Poxiao slapped the storage bag, and the red sword light shot out, and he stepped up and flew into the air.

After all, nine out of ten of the main battlefields of immortal cultivators are in the air, and the other party is a physical cultivation cultivator, but on the ground, the other party has an advantage.

Seeing Si Poxiao's sword turned into Changhong and flew into the air, Qi was not afraid of the three pairs of fleshy wings behind him, and at the same time, his whole body was covered with a layer of diamond armor half an inch thick, and he spread his wings to catch up with Changhong, who was stronger than before, and threw a punch again, punch after punch.

Si Poxiao angrily used his fiery red shield to defend against his opponent's frantic attack. He didn't expect that the other party would even be so fast in the air, comparable to a monk in the late stage of foundation building.

Qi punched the fiery red shield with a dull roar. Seeing that Si Poxiao was decided, Qi kicked the air and kicked the opponent's back, the red spirit cover was broken in an instant, and the shield was also instantly transferred in front of his feet.

Qi constantly surrounded Si Poxiao and attacked him everywhere, bringing him into his own attack rhythm, and he didn't have the extra mental strength to prepare for a counterattack.

For a quarter of an hour, Qi still didn't stop his frantic attack. It made Si Poxiao, who originally wanted to consume the other party's spiritual power, look extremely ugly. Gritting his teeth, a red bead flew out of the storage bag and blocked the surface of the shield.

Qi noticed this scene, Qi only thickened his diamond armor, but he didn't stop attacking, he was very confident in his immortal body, as long as he didn't wipe him out with a single blow, then with the replenishment of reserve spiritual power, he could recover his peak combat power.

Seeing that the opponent did not dodge and continued to attack, Si Poxiao showed a cold smile, no accident happened, and the fiery red beads still burst open even though Qi deliberately did not hit. A red-purple flame dragon roared out and pounced on Qi's arm towards his face.

Si Poxiao sneered and stepped back, his hands clenched, ready to mend the knife. He didn't think that his opponent would be burned by the fire. As long as he is allowed to pull out and use the attack spell, he will be considered the fire Jiao to complete the task without being close.

However, a sneer froze on his face, and before he could finish the spell, a diamond fist burning with reddish-purple flames slammed into his face, forcing him to disconnect the trick and concentrate on defending it with his shield. The backlash of forcibly disconnecting the trick made him suffer a dark loss.

He didn't care about his own business, his eyes fixed on the place where his opponent was entangled in the fire Jiao. The transparent armor there has melted, but the flames still can't burn in, because the transparent armor that has been burned regenerates itself at a speed visible to the naked eye, and grows as much as it burns.

Si Poxiao's eyes shot a greedy light, and there were still a lot of treasures on this kid. It's just that he was suppressed again, and the opponent still seemed to be full of spiritual power and energy, and it was not easy for him to kill the opponent.

Thinking of the other party's baby, Si Poxiao didn't want to wait any longer. His eyes were like electricity, and between his mouth, a three-inch small sword like a red crystal shot out, rising against the storm, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a standard flying sword three feet and three inches long.

This is the natal flying sword that Si Poxiao has just re-refined, and he is placed in the dantian to recuperate, and he heard the breath of his nephew's fall as soon as he got out of the customs, and hurried over. Although the flying sword is not as mellow as it was after recuperation, even so it is much stronger than before, but it is more than enough to deal with the master of physical training in front of him. Si Xiaoxiao is very confident in this. Top-grade flying sword, sword name 'Jinghong'

Feeling the threat of the Crystal Rainbow Sword, Qi's eyes flickered for a while, but he still didn't stop attacking, but instead burst out with greater speed and power to attack every inch of Si Xiaoxiao's body from all directions. Faced with such a situation, Si Poxiao's energy could only allow him to manipulate a magic weapon, either using a shield to continue defense, or using a flying sword to attack instead of defending. The answer is obvious, since Si Poxiao spit out the flying sword, he will naturally use the flying sword to defend against the enemy.

At the moment when the shield and the flying sword alternated, Si Poxiao put his energy on the flying sword, gave up defense, and the flying sword stabbed straight at the opponent's head, but his body exploded again, wanting to distance himself. The speed of the flying sword was very fast, one point faster than the speed of the opponent's flight, and Si Poxiao believed that if the opponent did not defend but continued to attack him, then the flying sword would cut off his head faster than the opponent's fist.

(Chapter 1, As promised.) ）