The golden spear, with the sound of wind and thunder, collided with Zhu Xiaoqi's dazzling fist without any fancy light.

"Boom!"

The spear shattered inch by inch.

The Martial Saint's body trembled suddenly, and his heart was inexplicably surprised, and the light of the body's spiritual power suddenly disappeared.

Long Wei roared and wrapped the Martial Saint inside.

The black-clothed people around all around changed color. This martial artist, what kind of special material is it made of? Not to mention blocking the two attacks of the martial saint, he still has the strength to launch a counterattack, can such a table be called a martial artist......

Seeing the Martial Saint being swallowed by a cloud of light, no one dared to move. It was impossible for the Martial Saint to lose, he was just in a small trouble. Taking action without his orders would be seen as a humiliation to him, and the end would be miserable.

Qin Yi and the two Tianlong soldiers were completely dumbfounded. No one thought that under that chubby body, there was an amazing combat power that could compete with the Martial Saint, and no one thought that under that obscene smiling face, what was beating was the heart of a brave man who was not afraid of death.

Not afraid of war, not giving up, this is a real soldier.

"Fatty, if you can't do it, run away!" At this moment, Qin Yi forgot about his own safety, but worried about Zhu Xiaoqi.

After a moment of panic, the Martial Saint put away his teasing heart, and urged the spiritual power of the body protection with all his might, quickly devouring Zhu Xiaoqi's dragon power.

A heavy dragon power, for him is like scratching the itch of the boot. But the double dragon power is almost about to pierce the soles of the shoes. He felt threatened, and the suppressive and weakening effect of Long Wei's strength and spirit made him extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing that the Martial Saint was trying his best to clear Long Wei, Zhu Xiaoqi was overjoyed. People are knives, I am fish and meat, but Lao Tzu is a puffer fish, and Lao Tzu has a highly poisonous body!

When another thousand-year-old spirit stone disappeared silently in his hand, his figure had already come to the front of the Martial Saint.

Just when everyone thought he was crazy and wanted to kill himself, he punched out. The spiritual power light bloomed brilliantly, and another light dragon roared and pounced on the martial saint in the field.

"This can't be!" Martial Saint's pupils contracted, and he looked blankly at the attacking light dragon.

This fifth-line martial artist had obviously exhausted his spiritual power in his tentative attacks, so how could he still attack him again and again? If the second attack was an accident, how could we explain the third attack that had not weakened in the slightest? Could it be that this guy was not a martial artist? This is even more impossible! Of the five spirit cores in the opponent's body, the strongest one was only the strength of a peak martial artist, and there would be absolutely nothing wrong with that.

"Look for death!" he snorted.

The dignity of the Martial Saint cannot be desecrated, and the game ends here!

The spiritual power of the body protection shone brightly, and all the dragon power in the air was instantly burned in the old man's feverish anger.

"Golden Wheel Slash!" he roared, unleashing his fame skills.

Waving his hands in the air, one after another the golden flywheels struck towards Zhu Xiaoqi, who was in a daze in the field. After the golden wheel flew out, the Martial Saint activated the power of the law, turning the battlefield within a radius of tens of meters into a realm that belonged to him.

This was the largest range of the Sage realm he could master, and in this special space that belonged to the powerhouses of the Holy Rank, he was the supreme god. Long Wei can only form a suppression of strength and spirit, while the Sage realm is extremely fierce and controllable - it affects the opponent's qiqi, from the feeling of the five senses to the actions of the body, will be influenced. In other words, in the realm of the Sage, if you feel that you are in a hurry, whether you can sprinkle it out, and whether it will be sucked back by Ding Ding after you sprinkle it depends on the mood of the person who controls it.

The plug-in that devoured the spirit stone, like a pump, turned Zhu Xiaoqi into an inflatable doll with a hundred times more spirit and eager to fight with a strong man for a thousand rounds. However, he forgot that what was in front of him was not a strong man with strong blood, but a dull old man.

Over the years, the iron rod has long been sharpened into a needle. With a slight poke of the needle in the Sage Realm, the inflatable doll suddenly lost its original sexuality and coquettishness, and became a pile of soft skin.

Dust to dust, rookie is rookie, martial artist is still martial artist. It is simply impossible for a martial artist to create a miracle of defeating a martial saint with the help of scheming, skill, luck and other factors, because this Yan zhòng deviates from the laws of cultivation in the Firmament World. You know, the so-called miracle is nothing but an accident that is allowed within the law, and it is itself a part of the law.

"Nima, don't play like this!" Zhu Xiaoqi, who couldn't even move a finger as if he had been immobilized, looked at the golden wheel in the air that was gradually getting bigger in despair, and let out a sigh of unwillingness and grief. Dying like this is like being forcibly inserted by a strange old man, and he can't even lift his head to be a ghost!

Fear hits.

Despair breeds.

Anger is blazing.

The grief is deep.

Zhu Xiaoqi, who was surrounded by all kinds of negative feelings, gradually became confused, and his original clear eyes were replaced by a cloudiness.

"Alas, you're really useless. A gentle sigh, cold and ethereal, as if floating from outside the Nine Heavens Cloud, ethereal without a trace of mortal aura.

The Martial Saint's body trembled violently, as if he had been struck by lightning.

This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible! His voice actually penetrated his own Sage Realm!

His eyes widened, and he looked at Zhu Xiaoqi who was trapped in his domain with a look of fear.

A dead branch appeared silently in Zhu Xiaoqi's hand. In the eyes of onlookers, it is so, but in the eyes of the old man, it is different. He clearly saw that Zhu Xiaoqi bent down easily, picked up a dead branch from the ground, and straightened his waist again. The realm he was proud of was unexpectedly torn apart by a mighty force in an inadvertent move of his opponent.

"Wow!" the Martial Saint spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned extremely pale. The backlash of the realm caused him to be hit hard in an instant.

"Kill!" Martial Saint's expression became extremely vicious, his eyes flashed, and his hands pressed down violently.

In the air, the golden wheel let out a piercing scream, and with a whirl, it attacked Zhu Xiaoqi from different directions.

"Broken!" Zhu Xiaoqi's lips moved slightly. The sound was small, soft, and soft, but when it reached people's ears, it was as loud as thunder.

The Martial Saint spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and his expression became extremely hideous.

As a holy order, he conquered the world with the power he had acquired, but his heart was still full of awe of unknown powers. The Holy Rank is regarded by the world as the ultimate in cultivation and as the god in their hearts, but for them, the legendary Martial God and the legendary Law God are the pinnacle of their strength, and they are also the realm they have aspired to achieve with all their life's painstaking efforts.

What is God? Words, hidden laws and mysteries, actions, can take over the heavens and the earth to create, is called God.

Bending down to smash the Sage Realm, drinking lightly like a thousand pounds of giant hammer, except for the legendary god-level powerhouse, who is so violent with power?

Looking at the golden wheels that were gently strung together by the withered branches in Zhu Xiaoqi's hands like barbecue skewers, the martial saint's face was like ashes, his legs trembled, and he suddenly fell to his knees.

"I don't know if the Divine Venerable is coming, the junior ......" The voice stopped abruptly, and more than ten golden wheels roared into his body and exploded.

There was no blood, no flesh and limbs, and Wu Sheng turned into a puff of soot and dissipated in the wind.

The man in black, Qin Yi, and the two Tianlong soldiers were all frightened by the scene in front of them.

When the man in black woke up, his first reaction was to run for his life. It's a pity that their thoughts move, but their bodies can't.

"Extinguish!" Without a trace of emotion, Zhu Xiaoqi gently spit out another word in his mouth.

Dozens of men in black, twisted in pain, melted in the sunlight like fruit stuffed into a juicer.

The wind rose, the sand was up, and the flesh on the ground was gone.

"Forget jì what you see a qiē. ”

Zhu Xiaoqi walked in front of Qin Yi and whispered.

Qin Yi and the two soldiers looked at him and nodded blankly.

Cang Yuyao and Shi Shi quickly rushed over and found Zhu Xiaoqi and the other four who had fainted on the ground.

"Except for the excessive consumption of spiritual power, there are no injuries. After checking Zhu Xiaoqi's body, Cang Yuyao raised her head in surprise and said to the ten years behind her.

Ten years frowned. The situation in front of him made him very confused. Among the people who blocked them, there were many martial honorable powerhouses, which showed that the enemy was determined to take Zhu Xiaoqi's life. According to common sense, the people who deal with Zhu Xiaoqi and this group of gendarmes will definitely be stronger. After breaking through, they had already prepared for the worst, and the only hope in their hearts was that Zhu Xiaoqi could find a way to hold on for a while.

However, when they found Zhu Xiaoqi, the battle was already over. Judging from the smell of blood left over from the battlefield and the fluctuations of spiritual power around him, a martial saint even appeared among the people who attacked Zhu Xiaoqi.

Now, Zhu Xiaoqi and three soldiers from the Supervision Department are still alive, what does this mean?

I didn't dare to think about it for ten years, and Cang Yuyao didn't dare to think about it, but the truth should definitely be like this.

"I'm going to go around and around. You look at the other three. Ten years sighed.

"Good. Cang Yuyao nodded happily. Although she was bothered by the same as ten years, her mind was completely unfocused on these things. Zhu Xiaoqi's peace is all she wants, and as for the rest, it doesn't matter at all.

It didn't take long for the decade to come back. After inspecting the battlefield, his expression became even more solemn.

"Yu Yao, the group that attacked Xiao Qi is about thirty people. The leader of the team should be a martial saint. He looked at Zhu Xiaoqi in a coma and said in a deep voice.

"Is it really a martial saint?" Cang Yuyao's heart trembled. At this moment, she suddenly felt how lucky she was. She made up her mind that even if she used violent means, she would not allow Zhu Xiaoqi to take risks alone.

"Yes. If I'm not mistaken, this Martial Saint and his men are all dead. He smiled bitterly, "Who the hell is it that has such terrifying power!, and why did he save Xiao Qi?"

Cang Yuyao silently looked at Zhu Xiaoqi who was in a coma. She suddenly remembered Zhu Xiaoqi's appearance after being seriously injured and falling into a coma in the Battle of Ganling, and a burst of ecstasy surged in her heart.

"It can't really be this bastard's doing, right? If it's him, then our dreams may really come true one day!Xiao Qi, how many secrets are still hidden in your body?"

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