The old man watched Xiao Qian hit some small stones and bones at Taniguchi, and a look of surprise appeared on his face, he didn't expect Xiao Qian to play this kind of trick. Strangely, why didn't he use it in the dungeon just now?

Xiao Qian used the Divine Snatching Mirror to collect the divine consciousness of several strong people in the dungeon, and now it is much easier to mobilize the garbage between heaven and earth, but his trick requires a process of perception, mobilization, and launching, and there are several strong people by his side at all times in the dungeon, how can he have time to do such a complicated thing? Maybe as soon as he closed his eyes, he was killed by Mei Jie and the others!

After being constantly hunted down and killed, he is no longer the kind-hearted teenager, and he is no longer soft on killing.

This is also human nature, being chased and killed every day, and being slapped in the face from time to time, even if you have a good temper, you will be angry. As the saying goes: when a rabbit is in a hurry, it will bite people!

At this time, a few hundred meters behind Xiao Qian and the others, Mei Jie and the others chased after them, but they were apprehensive about Xiao Qian's mirror, and they didn't dare to move forward, just watched from a distance.

The old man has been paying attention to the movements around him, and the figure who does not know the location has not appeared, where is the sacred?

The two of them didn't dare to move forward for a while, and it was the most dangerous to not be able to figure out the situation. It's like a killer hiding in the shadows, ready to give you a fatal blow that will make you unguarded. And Mei Jie and the others in the back, although they are powerful, you know his location and are easy to guard.

For a time, the two sides reached a stalemate.

Heaven and earth became quiet, there was no killing, it seemed to be very peaceful, but there was a murderous motive behind it.

"Smack".

A crunch snap breaks the silence.

Xiao Qian and the old man couldn't help but look over, only to see the mad demon sit up, a handprint appeared on his face, but he said, "I'm still alive?"

His face is as black as iron, how much force does it take to imprint a handprint on such a face?

Xiao Qian and the old man were a little speechless, they both dealt such a heavy hand to themselves, why couldn't they attack the enemy?

The madman didn't know what was going on, he remembered that he had been guarding the entrance of the cave, devoting himself to sealing the ghost in the cave, and suddenly several monks rushed and beat him to death, how could he be here now?

Suddenly, he looked at Xiao Qian and said, "Why are you still here?" You are still wearing such a long skirt, but it is really good-looking!"

Xiao Qian almost vomited blood, you think I am Miss Wu, and you still want to say that my skirt style is too old and old-fashioned, do you still need to say this? I don't know if it was designed hundreds or thousands of years ago, will it not be old? I call it elegant! It is called classical beauty.

"Rush over!" Major yelled suddenly, "this is daytime, and the light from his mirror must not be stronger than the light of the sun, so it must not be lethal." ”

The people around him listened and felt as if it made sense, but no one moved.

Xiao Qian also felt that he was reasonable, no matter how strong the light from the mirror was, it was strong in the night, just like the high beams in the city, it looked dazzling at night, but was it still dazzling during the day?

He couldn't help but glance at the old man, and thought to himself: "The situation doesn't seem to be good now, if those people really rush over, this mirror of his own will not be a waste product, and it will not shine on the enemy." ”

The old man didn't speak, maybe Major was right, but what could be done now?

Seeing that no one dared to rush forward, Mei Jie was so angry that his face was watery, and he pushed it to a monk in front of him: "Rush over to Lao Tzu, snatch her treasure mirror, and reward the spirit stone Qianmei!"

These subordinates are usually loyal to him, and no one can be disobedient, but now they dare not come forward, which really annoys him.

The man was pushed forward by the young master, and he no longer dared to be silent, he knew that this young master was not easy to deal with, as the saying goes: take other people's hands short, eat other people's soft mouths! Since you have served this person's bowl, you have to obey this person's control, and you still want to mix under him, so you have to rush forward.

"It's you!" said the madman suddenly, "It was you who slapped me in the face, you actually slapped me in the face, when I was injured by you, you also slapped Lao Tzu in the face." ”

As he spoke, the madman stood up at once, and the tall figure rushed towards the man who was walking forward, and slapped the man in the face, apparently, to slap him and avenge his past revenge.

It was at Taniguchi that he fought Wu Fengwan and was a reckless man who had been by Mei Jie's side since then. When he heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned, this guy actually held a grudge like this, didn't he just slap you in the face?

At this moment, a large golden handprint appeared in front of everyone, extremely large, as if holding the entire valley in their hands.

There was a crisp sound of "pop", and the reckless man's head was slapped away.

"The sage's big mudra!" the old man couldn't help but exclaim, "This is the sage's big mudra, there really is such a mudra in the world!"

Everyone was shocked, this palm from the mad demon was so powerful that it actually slapped the head of a strong man and slapped it into a piece of mud!

Xiao Qian was also shocked, although he had seen this technique when he fell into the valley, he did not have such power.

The mad demon also opened his mouth wide in shock, unable to speak, and his long tongue stretched out, like a lonely boat. He still remembered that his handprint had been pierced by the sword of the young lady in front of him, and he had lost his former brilliance, but now he had actually punched it out, and it was much stronger than before.

Major also saw that this kind of handprint had a great origin, and did not dare to make another attempt, his subordinate, with a pair of big palms, I don't know how many people have been killed, and I don't know how many strong people have died under his palm, but now he was slapped to death by this tall madman, which is really a bit unbelievable, making him hard to believe.

When he rushed to the cave with his men, the madman pressed his hand on the big rock blocking the entrance of the cave, and was trying his best to deal with the ghost that wanted to rush out inside. Unexpectedly, in a short period of time, the injury was completely healed, and he made such an earth-shattering big handprint, which couldn't help but make him not frightened.

The hero didn't eat the immediate loss, he took his men to retreat into the valley, and didn't dare to fight with him anymore, but he said: "The people who dare to kill me are simply ignorant of the height of the sky, and they all wait for me, and you will definitely die one by one!"

The mad demon saw him fleeing into the valley and wanted to chase him, but Xiao Qian stopped him, and the poor Kou Mo chased after him, if he really wanted to kill these people, as long as he stayed here, they would not be able to get out at all.

What Xiao Qian is afraid of is the person who the old man said has not shown up, and that person is the most terrifying. This kind of person is deeply hidden, and it is impossible to guard against it.

The old man looked at the mad demon in a trance, obviously not having recovered from the mad demon's big handprint.

Xiao Qian looked at him and said, "Senior, what should we do now?"

The old man said to the madman, "Who is the handprint of your saint, and where is he now?"

The madman scratched his head and said, "I don't know where he is, five hundred years ago, he passed me such a handprint, told me to guard the cave here, and then disappeared. ”

The old man looked a little disappointed and said: "Five hundred years ago, most of them are no longer alive now, but it's a pity! If this saint-level person is alive, this continent will be saved!"

The old man said, his expression was very solemn, and he looked compassionate, as if the end of the world was about to end.

Xiao Qian looked at the old man strangely and was speechless for a long time.

Suddenly, Xiao Qian felt a murderous aura permeating him, as if he was going to drown his whole person, and he felt a murderous intent that he had never felt before. Immediately after, a spear had been handed in front of him, and the speed was unbelievably fast. I don't know where this spear came from, and I don't know how to shoot it.

This is the mysterious man, he has been hiding in the shadows, even the old man around Xiao Qian can't use his divine sense to search for his location, he is really an extremely dangerous person.

He is like a hunter, he has been quietly waiting for an opportunity, he will never make a move if he is not completely sure, and once he has a chance to make a move, he will mercilessly give his opponent a fatal blow, and he will never be soft. Under his shot, he will never miss, and in this world, I don't know how many strong people died under his shot.

Xiaoqian wanted to dodge, but couldn't. Although he is fast, he is not as fast as this person at all, and it is impossible to resist it with his fists, let alone mobilize the firepower on his body. There needs to be a process of firepower, there is simply no time to mobilize. As for feeling the garbage between heaven and earth, it is impossible to talk about, and it will take even longer. He didn't even have time to shoot the copper piece in his hand into the opponent's spear now.

In this moment, time is of the essence!

At this time, the mad demon was too far away from Xiao Qian, and he couldn't save him at all, although his big mudra was powerful, but to shoot in such a short time and at such a long distance, it was simply a heavenly pool. When he saw a long sword stabbing at Xiao Qian, he could only stare dryly, and he couldn't even let out an exclamation.

The old man was meditating, and he was being emotionally driven by the words of the mad demon, and his thoughts flew somewhere? When he felt the murderous aura, he could only watch the long life-killing spear stab at Xiao Qian, and there was nothing he could do. He had been on guard against this secret master, but he was shocked by what the madman said five hundred years ago. This loss of consciousness even for a moment gave the secret master a rare opportunity to raise the arch.

It's a dead end, a dead end. Xiao Qian didn't have time to think about the snake, and he didn't know if it was still sleeping? Even if he wanted to release the snake, he didn't have time, unless the snake was prepared in advance, but this is almost impossible, a snake that sleeps from morning to night, from spring to autumn, can have such subjective initiative?

This person's shot seems to have already passed the direction of the shot, as if he had long known that Xiao Qian was wearing a treasure robe, and the direction of the shot happened to avoid the position that the treasure clothes could protect, as if he had already grasped Xiao Qian's weaknesses clearly.

Xiao Qian felt the breath of death, and at the same time, he also felt the intensity of the spiritual power fluctuations, as well as the direction. It can be said that although he knew the location of the mysterious man before others, he did not have time to react, nor could he avoid the mysterious man's fatal blow.