Chapter 757 There is nothing that can't be solved with a slap (ask for subscriptions, rewards)

That Jindan peak strong man, who has received the benefits of Zhao Yu, is naturally working harder at the moment.

The sturdy body walked out, holding a crescent moon knife, with a hideous face, holding the knife Huo Huo slashed towards the young man in green shirts.

The streamer flickered, the knife was fierce, and he wanted to kill the young man in green shirt with a knife.

"Alas~~This big guy is going to be miserable~~"

Seeing this, Jin'er shook her head, looking like a little adult, and sighed.

The jack-of-all-trades hurriedly pulled Jin'er's head and glared angrily: "Go, go over there, stay away from the land of right and wrong!"

Ignoring Jin'er's pouting mouth, the know-it-all simply pulled Jin'er's head towards the open space with a sparse crowd and a good line of sight.

Luo Xue and the five followed.

Seeing the big knife coming, all the monks around looked at the lively expression: Since this guy in green shirt is looking for death, he has to be the enemy of the monks in the world, and he is innocent of death.

But when the scimitar bloomed with knife qi and was about to slash at the young man in green shirt, the young man in green shirt raised his arm with a very lazy expression, as if he couldn't lift his spirits.

I didn't look at the strong knife qi, and slapped it directly.

The expression on the face of the strong man with the knife was still arrogant and domineering, but the next moment, the knife was dissipated, and even the knife and the people were annihilated.

No, there's not even ash left.

was slapped casually by the young man in green shirts, and the whole person collapsed.

"Hiss~~"

Everyone gasped.

This......

This is too domineering and arrogant!

The strong man's death was not suffering, and he didn't even remember to feel the pain, and his body was already smashed.

Even the scimitar was slapped together into slag, which dissipated with the wind.

The monk, who was a little closer, felt a wet mist on his face warm.

I wiped it with my hand, and it was all blood mist.

is far away from the know-it-all here, the divine consciousness has been paying attention to here, and naturally "saw" this scene that made people gasp, his expression was not shocked, he just shook his head and sighed: "Alas~Life and death~"

Murong Jingqi and Gu Ziyu were horrified, this young man in a green shirt seemed inconspicuous, he was so domineering, he knocked people away with one slap?!!

Even the sword qi was ignored.

"What a strong body!"

The surrounding cultivators were shocked one by one.

Of course, those bigwigs were only slightly shocked by the physical strength of this person, but there was still disdain in their eyes.

What if the physical body is strong, the cultivation is low, but it is a hard injury, and it is a matter of time before the body dies.

Zhang Hu of the Dragon Tiger Gate, a cultivator at the end of the Jindan period, saw this, his whole body was awe-inspiring, and he jumped in front of Gu Bei.

The body is full of blood and qi, and the arms and calves are bandaged, and even as soon as they hit the ground, the strong muscles around the body tremble.

"I admire the strength of your flesh. Please advise!"

Zhang Hu clenched his fists with both hands, and a deep voice came out, whether the young man in the green shirt wanted it or not, the huge fist had already bombarded the chest of the young man in the green shirt.

The fist wind is like a gang, vigorous.

The air made a loud roar, extremely fast and powerful!

"You're not an opponent!"

The young man in the green shirt didn't look at Zhang Hu squarely, nor did he look at the fist that came from the bombardment, he slapped it again casually, and an indifferent voice came out, "Next!"

As the voice of the young man in the green shirt fell, there was a bang, and Zhang Hu's sturdy body was thrown out directly, spitting blood in the air, smashing the hard ground, and directly smashing out a big pit.

The figure staggered, Zhang Hu struggled to get up, his face was full of fear, and his chest was even more irritable and bloody, which was difficult to suppress, and his eyes were full of horror.

He is already a physical cultivator, and he is equivalent to this guy's cultivation, so he can't even catch a slap from him.

Zhang Hu just wanted to be angry and shouted again, but he was restrained by a wave of energy: "You are indeed not his opponent, this person is not simple!"

An elder of the Dragon and Tiger Sect pulled the angry Zhang Hu out of the deep pit, his face was serious.

The reason why this tiger was able to save his life was precisely because he didn't take advantage of the danger before and didn't do anything to Luo Xue and them, otherwise, ,......

"What about the strength of the physical body, the gap in cultivation is irreparable!" A young man with a gloomy face walked out, a cold light flashing in his hand, it was a meniscus blade.

The crescent moon man pointed directly at the young man in green shirts, and scolded in a dark voice: "Today, I will let you see the shortcomings of the cultivation gap!

Before the voice fell, the figure of the young man in the middle of the Yuan Infant had strangely disappeared in front of everyone, and it was the concealment technique of the Rakshasa Gate.

However, the young man in the green shirt didn't bother to pay attention to the disappeared young man at all, and he didn't even have the interest to raise his eyes to look for it, so he stood indifferently, took out a magic fruit, and threw it into his mouth.

But at the moment when he threw the Moluo fruit towards his mouth, a cold light suddenly appeared from the void behind the young man in green shirts, and slashed straight at the back of the young man's neck.

The young man in the green shirt seemed to have eyes behind his back, and he didn't dodge, with a strange arc hanging from the corner of his mouth, and his empty left hand slapped directly behind him.

This slap did not show the slightest strength, and there was not the slightest mana to show it.

But in the void behind the young man in the green shirt, a ball of snowflakes suddenly exploded, and a meniscus blade fell to the ground with a clatter, but there was no figure of the young man of the Rakshasa Sect.

Because, that young man will never appear again, even if it is Huangquan Road, he can't find it.

The soul and body were all scattered by a slap~

"Kill the next step!"

Everyone's eyes were shocked, and their mouths were wide open.

This is a big realm, it's not a simple small realm, and it still can't hold up that person's casual slap, this ...... How can it be?!

Everyone's minds are full of question marks and exclamation points!

The monk who cultivated to a low point even trembled directly, how tough this guy's body is.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Yuan Bin, the elder of the Rakshasa Sect's Transformation God Realm, stared at the young man in green shirt with a gloomy face.

The young man in the green shirt swept his indifferent eyes towards everyone and grinned faintly: "Who am I?! Don't you know? Haven't you been looking for me, and now, in front of you, you still can't recognize me?

Yuan Bin, the elder of the Rakshasa Sect, had a cold face, and was choked by the words of the young man in the green shirt: "Do you really think that if you are tough in the flesh, you can do whatever you want!"

There is something wrong with that. It's you who have to come over and send him to death, what does it have to do with me!" the young man in the green shirt shrugged his shoulders and looked very helpless.

"Old man, no matter who you are, in short, if you kill my Rakshasa Sect disciple, you will have to pay for it with blood!"

Elder Yuanbin's anger surged, and his eyes were cold~

(End of chapter)