He leaned against the wall with one paw, and a dry branch in his mouth.

None of the people present laughed at him, but were full of respect.

That look—

It is a decision between death and life.

He stepped forward step by step, easily but heavily.

"Husky, you don't want to die?" Xiao Jixiang cried frantically behind him.

The husky looked back and gave a silly smirk.

Turn around and take a deep breath.

"Come on!"

The meteorite fell slowly, and the husky let out a heart-rending howl at it, instantly transforming into a unicorn covered in flames.

"Whew——"

Take a leap.

"I'm top!"

There was fire in his eyes!

Everyone looked at everything in front of them with great nervousness, and their hearts were about to jump out of their throats.

"Ahhhh

"Collapse ——"

The meteorite really stopped!

Seeing this image, everyone boiled.

They see hope, and this is the dawn of the end!

In the immortal city of Haotian Sect, thousands of miles away, the woman opened her eyes in surprise: "Lord Qilin...... Are you back?"

The husky turned his head with difficulty and squeezed out an extremely ugly smile:

"Run, I won't last long!"

The meteorite sinked a little harder.

"Let's go!"

The huskies couldn't hold on.

He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and exerted twelve points of strength.

- Hold on!

- Don't let go!

Blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

"It seems that I am destined to fall here......"

But in the next moment, he felt as if the pressure on his body had suddenly disappeared.

Well?

Why do you suddenly feel light?

Is it going to die?

"Dog, go and rest. ”

Someone transmitting the sound?

He looked down—

A bald head!?

"Leave it to me. ”

Su Fan took a deep breath, squatted, and jumped!

The building beneath his feet collapsed.

Punch out!

He turned into a meteor and threw a punch at the meteorite.

"Boom ——"

A super large ceremonial flower bloomed in the air, and the entire meteorite exploded in an instant, turning into countless pieces.

The energy generated by the explosion roared by, and the monks with a low realm were directly swept away by the huge waves

Pieces the size of a building, falling like rain.

But it no longer has the power to destroy the city.

The monks looked at the ceremonial flowers blooming in the sky, and their hearts were surging, and they couldn't breathe for a long time.

Obtain...... Saved?

"Everybody clean up the debris with me!"

Sword Eleven was the first to react, waving his hand at the largest fragment and slashing out eleven sword qi.

"Collapse ——"

The fragments turned into stone chips and then into fine dust.

"Amitabha, Ten Thousand Buddhas Mercy Palm!"

"100,000 Explosive Charms!"

"Pain echoes shockwaves. ”

“......”

The sun shines on the earth again, shining on the dust, reflecting the glittering golden light.

At sunset, every monk was tired and out of breath, but they all had smiles on their faces.

The husky collapsed in the arms of Xiao Jixiang, looking at the golden dust flying in the sky, as if returning to his hometown, the night of the summer forest......

It was full of golden fireflies dancing in the wind.

"That bald head just now? Is that kid?"

The husky fell into a deep sleep.

At this time, someone suddenly remembered:

"Was that dog who broke the meteorite and saved us?"

Everyone was silent, and their faces were full of confusion.

I was saved by that dog, is he a demon?

Why? Why did the demons save humanity?

What is he?

"No, I saw a white light shattering the meteorite, and it was definitely not the dog. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, I saw it too, and I'm sure he's human. ”

"Why?"

"Because I saw a big bald head!"

“......”

Bald? Is it—

The man?

Everyone looked up at the sky, and involuntarily produced an image in their hearts.

Su Fan was flying in the sky at the moment, because the punch just now was too strong, and he didn't catch it for a while, and the inertia actually brought him into the clouds.

As he flew, he thought, how to explain it after a while?

Or just make your identity public?

And then take the opportunity to extort a sum of money from the major sects?

It seems to be not bad.

Thinking of this, he began to fall down.

Halfway down, he smelled a familiar smell—

Demonic energy!

Immediately after, a huge figure walked out of the clouds and appeared in the sky above Sword Heart City.

"Well, you scum can stop my apocalypse. ”

The demonic aura that rushed to the sky struck, and the monks looked at him in horror.

Someone began to tremble.

"Who are you?"

Sword Eleven's sword qi erupted, enveloping the whole body, resisting the invasion of demonic energy.

"Huh?" Big Pineapple caught a glimpse of Jian Eleven, raised her hand and slapped it down.

It's like swatting a mosquito.

"Smack——

Sword Eleven flew upside down and slammed into the ground.

"Collapse ——"

A deep pit had been smashed into the ground.

"Just an ant, dare to talk to me like this?"

The big pineapple scanned everyone, and no one dared to look at him.

Some people couldn't even stand the pressure and fell to their knees.

The coercion swept by, no one dared to speak, and the surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

"Why don't you dare?"

Suddenly, in the deep pit in the ground, there was the sound of Sword Eleven.

"Sword Master!" the disciple of the Nine Sword Immortal Sect shouted in surprise.

Jian Eleven walked out of the pit with easy steps, and said calmly:

"I was careless just now, if your attack is all there is, it won't hurt me. ”

His calm eyes were like a reassuring pill, giving great encouragement to everyone present.

Yes, after all, he is the top powerhouse in the New World, how could he fall so easily.

"Oh?

Big pineapple's eyes were full of disdain: "I only used the strength of swatting mosquitoes just now, I don't know if you can catch this blow!"

As he spoke, the big pineapple raised his hand, and the wind and clouds changed color.

All the currents of air in heaven and earth gathered towards that fist as if they were crazy, and even the clouds in the sky were sucked away.

The wind was howling, and everyone was trying their best to keep their bodies from being sucked in.

"Then this punch will use one-tenth of the force!"

Jian Eleven stared at the fist, and inexplicably felt a suffocating sense of fear.

It was the first time in his life that he had felt such tremendous pressure

The meteorite just now was nowhere near it.

Now all he could believe was the sword in his hand.

He slowly closed his eyes.

"Are you too scared to face it?

The big pineapple punched out, and all the breath flowed backwards.

The hurricane turned into a beast of prey, screaming and devouring everything, and everywhere it passed, even the canopy began to cut and shatter.

With the power to tear everything apart, the wind rushed towards Sword Eleven.

However, the more times of crisis, the calmer his heart became.

He thought of a sword technique that could use the wind, and he didn't know if it would be useful.

"Enough!"

A loud shout rang in Jian Eleven's ears, and the wind was fleeting.

Hmm?

Filled with doubts, he slowly opened his eyes.

Next, he saw the most unbelievable scene in his life.

A bald head lay in front of his eyes, and it turned out to-

Blocked that huge fist with one hand!?

"Oh?"

The big pineapple also looked at Su Fan with an incredulous face: "The ants can still catch my fists?"

Su Fan raised his head and asked lightly, "Interesting, why is it interesting?"

"Why is it interesting? Haha, that's a good question!" the big pineapple laughed up, and then suddenly her face changed: "Because you're going to be a dead ant in no time!"

After saying that, he threw a punch at Su Fan.

A punch is stronger than a punch.

"Daoist friends, dodge away!" Jian Eleven swung his sword and stepped forward, blocking in front of Su Fan.

Su Fan didn't move, just raised his head and glanced at the big pineapple lightly.

It was at this glance that the big pineapple's fist came to an abrupt end.

That look...... He felt like he was being watched by a desolate beast.

Big Pineapple looked stiff and quickly withdrew her fist.

No, there must be something wrong with this kid!

His instincts were telling him in a loud voice—

If I had just smashed that punch, I might have died!

Who the hell is he? Obviously flawed all over......

Su Fan looked at the big pineapple with a puzzled expression: "Huh, why don't you fight?"

The big pineapple was in a cold sweat, and her heart was beating fast.

No, this person is here, no matter what, it is impossible to do it.

Somehow had to be found to break him off.

It seems that there is only one trick to use.

He pretended to be calm and said: "This king will not kill the nameless, but report your name!"

Su Fan said without changing his face: "...... Saitama. ”

Well, he's got it!

The big pineapple suddenly puffed out its cheeks and vomited out a gourd-shaped magic weapon.

He uncorked the bottle and aimed the mouth of the bottle at Su Fan:

"Saitama, do you dare to say yes when Dad calls you?"

, brother, you're on stage!

Su Fan looked at him with a surprised expression.

What the hell? How did you go to Journey to the West on the Xiuxian Channel?

Could it be that he also crossed over? Where did he borrow the purple gold gourd from the Golden Horn Great Immortal?

But his real name is not Saitama, should I promise him?

If the gourd doesn't work, will it make him very faceless?

Or...... Tell him his real name?

"Your grandfather is here!"

Anyway, it's useless, just promise nonsense.

A strange smile suddenly appeared on the face of the big pineapple.

Oops!

Su Fan suddenly thought that when Sun Xingzhi's predecessors called themselves Xingxing's grandsons, they were also sucked in by the gourd.

He was right, and the gourd began to work, emitting a huge suction.

And only for Su Fan alone.

"Saitama Michitomo!" Jian Eleven pulled down half of Su Fan's sleeve.

"Uncle Shi!" the big dog ran over and looked at Su Fan, who was sucked away.

Teacher?

The people of Haotian Sect who were standing on the side were all shocked.

There is only one uncle in this world, and that is Uncle Su Fan of Haotian Sect!

"Uncle Shi, are you Uncle Shi?" Xiao Jixiang shouted at Su Fan, who was about to be included in the gourd.

But Su Fan couldn't hear it anymore, and the gourd had completely taken him in.

"Whether he is Saitama or Uncle Shi, today I have to taste 10,000 years of suffering no matter what!"

The big pineapple looked up to the sky and laughed and left.

"Saitama Michitomo!"

"Brother Fan!"

"Uncle Shi!"

"Give back my uncle!"

“......”

"Sword Master, why did he go?"

Jian Eleven looked at the big pineapple in the distance and sighed deeply.

After a while, he slowly spoke: "Presumably, that gourd has a great restriction on him, so he has to leave to rest. ”

After saying that, he looked at the people of Haotian Sect again: "Fellow Daoist of Haotian Sect, is the senior uncle you are talking about, is it Immortal Su Fan?"