Originally, according to the script, those monks in Xiaowutai Mountain naturally had those overseas scattered immortals to deal with. But under the soft grinding and hard bubble of the strong wind, Wen Xiaotian did not refuse...... I just got the Sacred Heart Formula, and the whole person is happy, so it's very easy to talk. Wen Xiaotian said: "Okay, let's take a look." ”

These monks of Little Wutai Mountain, how much can they resist fighting, Wen Xiaotian is really good. After Li Feng walked out, Wen Xiaotian saw the monks on the other side of the river, who began to sit cross-legged on the ground, humming and chanting. Every monk looks like they have fine skin and tender meat, and they are not very old.

When the matter came to an end, Li Feng encouraged Wen Xiaotian: "Brother Tian, deal with them, don't save face for the madman, beat them hard." ”

Wen Xiaotian rolled his eyes and stepped into the river. He used a great deal of force in this step, and this force ran in a strange vein, and then it spread like a spider's web. On the membrane of the water on the surface of the river, the power spread horizontally to the surroundings, and Wen Xiaotian's feet seemed to fall on the flat ground.

Then Wen Xiaotian took another step forward, and another force of the same power spread. Due to the horizontal dispersion of the force, there is not much downward force, so the water film has not been broken, Wen Xiaotian's shoes are in contact with the water film, and he took two steps.

Without using any True Yuan or any spells, Wen Xiaotian just relied on his own majestic power and delicate use of power to reach this realm. These are some of the tips that I have gained from the original use of True Qi after returning from Sichuan.

** power, although difficult to control, but once controlled, it is handy.

Step by step, step by step, the river surface is calm and does not splash.

Wen Xiaotian was like a god in the water, crossing the river step by step. He didn't walk fast, but everyone who saw this scene changed their faces. The monks on the other side of the river, one by one, all looked incredible. They have not studied physics purely, so naturally they will not know what kind of effect the tension of the water film and the force emitted by the person will have when they reach balance.

And behind Wen Xiaotian, there was about a place more than ten zhang away. Because of the dissipation of the remaining strength, the water waves suddenly rippled and spread out in all directions.

In just a moment's effort, Wen Xiaotian walked to the other side, he glanced at these monks calmly, and said, "I don't bully you. But it's really not good for you to get in the way like this! ”

A monk said, "Amitabha, donor, turn back to the shore." The donor knows that if he continues like this, he will be ruined. ”

"If you stop it any longer, you will really be miserable."

After Wen Xiaotian finished speaking, he had already walked to the monk at the front. His palm, which looked slender and graceful, and was not very large, landed on the top of the monk's head. It's like grabbing a basketball, and then lifting it with force. Although there were golden lights on the monk's body, he was still lifted.

The monk's mouth began to chant a mantra, and Wen Xiaotian felt that with the monk's chanting mantra, his body began to become heavy. The monk in his hand is getting heavier and heavier.

Maybe when this passage is finished, he can really be as still as a mountain.

But.

Wen Xiaotian would not give him such a chance. His arm suddenly strained and slammed into ...... The monk flew up into the sky and threw a parabola. In Wen Xiaotian's hand, at the same time, a force of collapse was transmitted to the monk's whole body, so that the monk's body could not exert any strength.

"Bang!"

The parabola flew a full kilometer before it fell.

If Wen Xiaotian's power all erupts and continues to erupt, even if he wants to send a rocket to the sky, it will be a piece of cake, let alone let a monk fly a kilometer? The monk fell to the ground, and because of his recitation of the Fa, when he landed, he fell especially hard.

In the midst of a pillar of smoke, a large pit appeared on the ground, and the monk was in the middle of the pit.

Pure power, ferocious and explosive.

The army on the side of the Yan Wangfu was dizzy to watch, and let out a high-pitched shout. Wen Xiaotian's second action was also made at this time. His legs kicked the air with a dull sound, and under his pants, his originally white legs had turned black, and the shapes of scales crawled neatly all over his thighs and calves.

A non-violent force erupted and slammed into the body of the other monk.

These monks can let His Royal Highness kick his lower body, and he also used his treasure weapon to fracture His Second Highness's foot. But when they encountered Wen Xiaotian's extremely simple whip leg, the situation was diametrically opposite. The power of the rage was released after an instant contact.

Unlike Zhu's way of using the explosion of true qi to work and skill, Wen Xiaotian relied on pure ** strength. The result of two completely different systems of power colliding together is like a magnet hitting a stone. If the magnet encounters iron, it is the same kind, and the same sex can repel each other, and the opposite sex attracts. But when the magnet meets the stone, magnetism becomes a joke.

The same goes for the true element.

The vajra of these monks of Xiaowutai Mountain is not bad, and in the face of ordinary strength, they are ignored. In the face of the true element is not as good as one's own, and the realm is not as good as one's own, it is also ignored. But when they faced Wen Xiaotian's power that broke out purely from **, they couldn't ignore it.

"Bang."

This kick swept into the chest of a monk, and the monk directly spurted blood, and was carried out by a huge force.

Wen Xiaotian was like walking in the garden, kicking all these people who stood in the way one by one, and he didn't even bother to use his hands. When they arrived at the back, when they saw Wen Xiaotian coming, these monks simply gave way by themselves. They came here to help, they were ordered to do things, and now that the crisis is in their own name, it doesn't matter what they do.

After being taken care of by Wen Xiaotian affectionately with his fists and feet, these monks left immediately. It's just that without waiting for the army of Yan Wangfu to advance, and without waiting for Wen Xiaotian to cross the river and go back, a golden light flew down in the sky. This golden light fell directly in front of Wen Xiaotian, turned into a peachwood sword, and inserted it not far in front of Wen Xiaotian.

followed dozens of veterans and fell.

The apricot-yellow robe, the sigil of a song, are neat, but it seems that they are from Longhu Mountain.

Wen Xiaotian frowned, and said hesitantly: "Interesting." When the monk left, the Taoist priest came. ”

"The donor's murderous intent is too heavy, I think it's better to go back to Longhu Mountain with the poor road, and cultivate yourself well......"

"Dragon Tiger Mountain? Good! ”

Although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, at this moment, after meeting the monks of Longhu Mountain, the killing intent in Wen Xiaotian's heart was ignited at the first time. The irrepressible murderous aura brewed in his heart, Wen Xiaotian let out a low roar, and burst out with the fastest speed that he could burst out at the moment.

The most reasonable body shape and the most scientific movements make his speed reach the extreme. His strength was also exerted at this moment.

Kill.

The chest of the old man standing at the front suddenly exploded inexplicably, blood sprayed in all directions, and the extremely fast speed made the air let out a screaming sound.

Fast.

Click......

The peachwood sword stuck in the ground broke into three sections.

Although this is a good treasure to subdue demons and eliminate demons, but in the case of unused, it is a piece of wood. When the wood encounters the impact of a speed that is not fast and invisible to the naked eye, there is only destruction. A group of Taoist priests shouted and screamed, and this momentary change made them confused.

The heart is in turmoil, and the people are in turmoil.

Some people scattered the sword shadows in the sky, and some people held charms, a little dazed. Wen Xiaotian's speed was too fast, so fast that they couldn't catch Wen Xiaotian's figure.

But in the panic, they couldn't concentrate their minds.

Wen Xiaotian, whose killing intent was boiling in his chest, was getting faster and faster. On his arm, the skin suddenly cracked more than half an inch long, and blue blood sprayed out. His speed was already too fast, beyond his limit. But this pain also allowed him to exert a more powerful attack.

Attacks that cannot be seen with the naked eye.

In his eyes, those Taoist priests were no different from slow-moving turtles. His every move and style are all simple and direct deadly moves.

It's been a long time since he's fought with anyone. When he didn't want to die, even Wen Xiaotian himself would be afraid.

Kill.

Kill them all.

The thought was so strong.

Almost in the blink of an eye, dozens of Taoist priests became single digits, and at this time, after a short period of panic, they finally coordinated their defense and offense. A circle of sword light blocked all of Wen Xiaotian's path. The sky is up and down, forming an all-round three-dimensional attack route.

"Dragon and Tiger Strike Together...... Go. ”

One after another, the sword light was densely packed and fell towards Wen Xiaotian.

Wen Xiaotian had almost no room to dodge, he could only try to move in the small space as much as possible. Ling Bo micro-steps were taken to the extreme, but there was no time to use them. Wen Xiaotian, who had originally disappeared, appeared in the sword light, and one after another Wen Xiaotian's afterimages either overlapped or extended, like a blooming flower.

Flowers with a blue color.

Blood.

Blue blood.

It was the blood on Wen Xiaotian's body.

After a set of sword techniques, Wen Xiaotian has become a bloody man. The skin on his body had been cut off by the sword qi one by one. You can clearly see the wriggling, blood-red muscles on his body. Because of the lack of skin, those muscles look terrifying.

Some blue blood beads gathered and dripped down, but Wen Xiaotian did not die.

Ling Bo's extreme operation of Weibu allowed him to save his life.

The pain all over his body also made him extremely calm.

Aftermath.

I live, or you die.

The Immortal Sword of the year was such a sword. To be immortal is to not be self-generated.

When someone else dies, I will naturally live as long as someone else.

The rebellious awakening of the silence in the body.

Wen Xiaotian smiled.

Like a demon.

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