Seeing Han Xing's terrifying eyes, the momentum of the rainbow fit pounced, which made the tattooed man feel like a great enemy, like being trapped in an ice cave, which made him, who has always been murderous and not afraid of heaven and earth, suddenly afraid of a child who looks like an ant.

But he can't lose face at this time, especially in front of the elders of the Battle Power Palace, if he can't even fight an ordinary child, then he doesn't have to mix in the Longyuan Sect.

Longyuan Sect, with a long history, prestige, nearly 1,000 disciples, masters like clouds, the founding of the school has been adhering to the strong for respect, the weak can only survive and steal the way of attacking the weak, in order to inspire the disciples to forge ahead, if you are afraid of the head and tail, there will be no day in the sect.

As soon as he thought of this, the tattooed man's figure suddenly rushed into the air, and without leaving his hand, he used ten percent of his mixed combat power, the red light of his right arm soared, and the nine-ring ghost head knife in his hand raised a soaring flame, and he slashed down angrily on Han Xing's head.

"Boy, you should die!"

Han Xing saw the nine-ring ghost head big knife above breaking through the wind and roaring, and he faintly felt that it was not good, and he couldn't help but be moved.

This knife is different from the previous one, when the empty silver light exploded angrily, I only felt a sword qi slashing at me like a mountain and a sea, and suddenly felt a fishy sweet surge in my throat, and a buzzing sound in my brain, and secretly said: "My life is over!"

Han Xing was full of grief and anger, hatred was on fire, and he choked in his throat, knowing that he couldn't take this knife, so he could only lead his neck to be killed.

Han Xing's character is brave and tenacious, and he never returns, and it is rare to be so sentimental, just because of the revenge, he dies like this, and he is really unwilling.

Between the lightning and the fire, suddenly the Creation Immortal Jade in the Shenzang Cave moved, and a white light that was invisible to the naked eye shot out from above, which went straight into Han Xing's mind, and suddenly a strange picture flashed in his sea of consciousness.

He seemed to feel that he had encountered such a strong attack in his previous life on a certain year, month, and day, and was so...... So...... Such a solution......

The incomparably fierce sword qi swooped down suddenly......

At the moment of crisis, Han Xing was blessed for a while, he rose up with all his strength, roared wildly, spun and jumped, his right foot on the left instep alternated repeatedly, like climbing a cloud ladder like a spiral rise, half of the pig-killing knife soared like a dragon, and a strange lightning arc was drawn in the air, breaking the red knife halo above!

Han Xing's movements were extremely light, like a meteor.

When the tattooed man looked at it again, Han Xing had already rolled over and spiraled down, flying above his head, but his body was in the air, on his side, on the left. He spread the five fingers of his left hand, reached out and grabbed the tattooed man's head, and then grabbed his hair bun on his head like a Taoist priest.

Brush, long hair falls!

The tattooed man was covered by his own waterfall-like black hair, and he couldn't see anything in his eyes for a moment, and Han Xing, who only listened to it in his ears, shouted: "I want you to pay for your blood debts and kill ......."

Han Xing twisted his body, threw the pig-killing knife in the air with his right hand, and conjured up a dazzling cyan sword light, slashing down his neck bone with all his might.

In the flash of lightning, the tattooed man only heard the knife wind in his ears like a comet cutting through the air, sweeping down rapidly, he was like a person in a nightmare, with wide eyes but completely unable to see clearly, he could only let the other party calmly harvest his life, but he couldn't resist!

passively accepted death, and he was scared!

"Sizzle......"

Everyone gasped......

This kid's body is like a ghost illusion, mysterious and unpredictable, but it uses martial arts moves commonly used by ordinary people, and it is definitely not a true cultivation spell, which is too mysterious, right?

The tattooed man wanted to retreat, but it was too late, so he could only scream and turn over and sweep down, but he didn't know that the right side of his body had been exposed, and the door was wide open.

"Huh!", the arc light from the pig-killing knife rushed down, and the pig's elbow cut off the tattooed man's right arm from the shoulder!

Blood spurts!

"Bang!" The tattooed man suddenly howled bitterly, and the whole person in pain was convulsed and trembled, and his body curled up like a shrimp, staggering and flying, and fell down heavily!

"Look, Senior Brother Wang Xiaolong is injured!"

Everyone was shocked, the mortal hurt the "immortal"!

"Hmm, this is not easy!" The man in the black-robed elder saw this scene, his brows furrowed, and the look on his face was extremely confused, as if he was in extreme deep thought.

In this compartment, Han Xing also fell, he looked at Wang Xiaolong who fell to the ground and rolled over, and said hatefully: "It's harder to kill than a pig, I didn't kill it with a knife, it's really cheaper for you...... Damn, I'm going to have to make up for you!"

The resentment accumulated by Wang Xiaolong and leading people to slaughter the village will definitely not make Han Xing soft!

If you don't kill this person, you won't give up!

Han Xing shouted angrily, his body suddenly became as vigorous as a leopard, and suddenly, with a swaying half-intercepted pig-killing knife, he flew over again.

Seeing that Wang Xiaolong's head was about to fall to the ground, at this moment, suddenly from the right behind Han Xing, a black hand appeared strangely, and a palm wind was slapped, and the strength was so strong that the pig-killing knife was slanted out, and he suddenly lost his head.

Han Xing was stunned, but saw a gray-clothed man on the side seeing that his fellow door was injured, and he rushed out and waved his palm to protect Wang Xiaolong.

At the same time, the person's palm momentum changed, turning his palm into a knife, and the black qi wave in his palm surged wildly, and a black palm knife slashed at Han Xing's head.

This man didn't exert his strength, he thought that after all, he was a monk of the third layer of the Yellow Rank Warrior, and his arms had the strength of ten thousand catties, and this palm knife was enough to slash Han Xing to the ground and be captured.

But what he never expected was that a thirteen or fourteen-year-old doll would reflect so quickly......

Han Xing leaned back at this time, leaned back, dodged a palm to his neck as fast as the wind, and then stepped out like chasing the wind and lightning, stretched out his arm lightly, and grabbed the palm with a slight hook.

"Let go!" The man was careless for a while, but he didn't panic, he thought that as long as he exerted his strength, he could easily shake Han Xing away.

But once again, things were beyond his imagination, and his palms seemed to be clamped with iron, "Click!" A sound of bones breaking came from the palm of his hand to his arm, and the man was thrown out like a sandbag.

With a "bang", I saw a figure flash in front of everyone's eyes, and the man was thrown out a few feet away by Han Xing, and with a "boom!", his body hit the rock hard, and he fell down, and his hands and feet were in a mess on the ground, which was extremely painful.

"Wow" a mouthful of blood spurted out, this man was obviously a retrograde blood who was fallen, and he couldn't live if he didn't save him.

Everyone around looked straight, and their shocked eyes fell to the ground, and there was silence on the field in an instant.

Wang Xiaolong saw that the companion who rescued him was also hanging, he clenched his teeth, half-knelt on the ground, struggled to get up, and the blood on his right arm splashed everywhere, constantly flowing, staining the ground under his feet red.

His body trembled slightly, looked at Han Xing with a hideous face, and shouted in a deep voice: "Little rabbit cub, I will destroy my cultivation and get rid of you too!"

Wang Xiaolong looked up to the sky and roared, frantically urging the spiritual power of the mixed yuan, and the essence blood of his whole body spurted out along the wound, directly urging into the mouth of the fierce bird stabbed in his left arm.

The fierce bird pattern tattooed on his arm began to glow strangely red, and the blood flames jumped all over his body, and thousands of blood flowed in this fierce bird body repeatedly, and there was a faint sound of a mountain roaring and a tsunami like a roaring dragon.

Wang Xiaolong's left arm swelled violently in contraction, and his body began to dry up, as if the fierce bird was about to drain the blood from his body.

With the sound of "ping-pong", the fierce bird suddenly danced out of the bloody sky, like a winged dragon across the sky, rushing in an instant, opening its scarlet mouth, and pounced on Han Xing with the momentum of thunder.

Just as the fierce bird was about to approach Han Xing's body and devour him......

Suddenly, the Creation Immortal Jade in Han Xing's body moved again, and the nine-clawed golden dragon that was dormant on the bronze tripod in the Creation Immortal Jade actually seemed to be alive, flying up and down in its body.

Suddenly, Han Xing's mouth opened, and a roaring dragon roar broke the sky from his mouth, and the sound seemed to come from the desolate ancient rolling, piercing the golden cracked stone, making the heaven and earth lose their color, and the beasts were subdued.

The eagle-like beast in the air suddenly stopped attacking when it heard the sound, as if it had encountered the king of beasts thousands of times stronger than itself, and then fell to the ground and lay down with its head bowed, its huge body trembling constantly.

Han Xing grabbed the moment when the fierce bird was stunned, and with a loud shout, he jumped up from the ground, and had already jumped to the head of the fierce bird, and aimed his left hand at its left eye and hit it hard.

As soon as this punch came out, it was actually a tiger and a tiger, with a faint sound of wind and thunder. "Bang!" sounded, and the fist fiercely knocked half of the huge triangular head of the fierce bird into it.

The fierce bird let out a painful groan, and then its whole body softened, turning into a black light and shooting into Wang Xiaolong's arm, and then the fierce bird tattoo on the arm was already dim.

Everyone was stunned again, and couldn't believe what had happened!

"Divine power, bravery!"

"The force of this punch is at least 10,000 catties, right?

"This bear child is not a fierce beast, how can he make the sound of a dragon and a tiger roaring from his mouth?"

"A dirty bear child is so brave, this ...... It's incredible!"

Everyone was puzzled.

Han Xing was also very surprised by himself.

He is still clear about his original strength, and he has also tested the explosive power of a punch when he competes in the village on weekdays, and it is only about 1,000 catties, but now he has no less than 10,000 catties of divine power, and the speed is incredible.

What made him even more puzzling was that the roar he emitted was like that of an ancient barbarian beast, and his body seemed to be manipulated by someone in the dark, and the combat power that had gathered and attached to his body did not disperse as soon as he had done in the past......

"Creation Immortal Jade!" Thinking about it, only the Creation Immortal Jade in his body had the magic of giving him such strength and speed, but at this moment, he was not allowed to think too much.

Wang Xiaolong looked at his companion who was about to die, looked at the fierce birds on his arm that had been calling for thousands of times and refused to come out again, and looked at Han Xing's face full of murderous energy, thinking of the villagers who were killed by his own slaughter, and suddenly felt that the sweat in his head was dripping, and the cold breeze was swishing on his back.

He deeply felt that he was too impulsive to slaughter the village at that time, and reported this talent to the sect, otherwise he would have killed them when they met on the barren slope at that time, and there would be no such trouble!

Wang Xiaolong looked at the arm that was cut off on the ground, and his eyes were about to split: "No, this son must be removed, and the lost field must be recovered!"

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