"Female doll, I don't want to torture you, acquaintance, hurry up!"

"Also, where is the Divine Wizard behind her?" said Hellfire.

"Hehe, it turns out that you actually hit the idea of a trickster, you are simply looking for death!" Su Yiling said.

"We don't know if we're going to die or not, but if you don't say it, we'll probably be wiped out!" Hellfire said.

That's just the end of the story.

"Really?"

A bang rang out.

A silver-haired man carrying a big knife walked out of Yaochi Palace step by step.

"What? There are men in Yaochi Palace?"

", what about breaking off love?

"My pure love is gone!"

The disciples of the Heavenly Netherworld Sect were full of bitterness, staring at Chen Daoming.

That kind of envy and jealousy can almost kill him.

The corners of Chen Daoming's mouth raised, stroked a handful of silver hair, and looked arrogant, "What kind of ability is it to bully a girl! Let go of her, there is a kind of rushing at me!"

"What are you looking at, that red feather? It's you! Looks like a flamingo, and you're embarrassed to beep?"

Chen Daoming pointed to the Burning Prison and spoke.

"You!find-die!"

Liege gritted his teeth and pounced on Chen Daoming.

For a moment, the two scuffled together.

"Ding......

The metal resonates, and it keeps ringing.

The sound of terrorist explosions was incessant.

The immortal cultivators who were close were directly seriously injured by the aftermath.

The further you go, the more intense the fight becomes.

The Liege was so pressed by Chen Daoming that he had no power to fight back.

"This ...... How is this possible?!"

"What is his physical body made of, it is harder than a medium-grade spiritual weapon!"

"It hurts me!"

"How could you encounter such a monster, you can't burn to death no matter how you burn it, it's troublesome!"

Hellfire muttered, a bitter face.

"Boom ......"

There was a loud bang.

The two were physically separated.

The Prison Prison kicked straight back, and it took a lot of strength to stabilize his body.

"Flutter ......"

A mouthful of blood, spitting out into the sky.

He looked at Chen Daoming, his face full of jealousy.

"Hey, if you press your strength like this, he can't beat me, it's really a waste!"

Chen Daoming sighed secretly, and then stared at the Fierce Prison, sneering.

"Boom ......"

He kicked his right leg, hitting the air, and the explosion continued.

Just one step, he stood in front of the Prison, "Since you are willing to be a thug, then go to death!"

After speaking, Chen Daoming raised his foot and stomped towards the Burning Prison.

"My lord, help!"

Seeing this scene, the prison was terrified and shouted loudly.

"Stop!"

A burst of applause.

Immediately after, a figure came quickly.

In an instant, he stood in front of Chen Daoming.

He is two meters tall, his strong muscles seem to break through his armor, and his whole body exudes an aura of destruction.

He covered his face and couldn't see his face.

He glanced at the Burning Prison, and his voice was cold: "Hmph, what a waste!"

Then, the masked man stared at Chen Daoming and looked at him carefully.

In the early stage of the cave void, he was a big realm lower than himself.

It's really stronger than Luo Liuyan's waste.

"Luo Liuyan, it turns out that you are just a green tea bitch, find a concubine, even I am not as good, what are you pretending to be high!"

The masked man muttered to himself and shook his head for a while, "Today, look how I killed you concubine!"

Thinking of this, the masked man raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Boy, let him go!"

"Hehe, what if I don't let it go?" Chen Daoming said.

"Then you will be better off dead than alive!" said the masked man.

"Really?"

After speaking, Chen Daoming raised a foot and stomped it hard.

"No ......"

"You dare!"

Two voices rang out at the same time.

"Click......"

The prison cracked his brain, splashed red and white things, and died tragically on the spot.

Quiet.

It's quiet.

Everyone stared at this scene blankly, full of disbelief.

The Sect Venerable of the Seventh Rank Sect was actually stamped to death?

Can't even resist?

The disciples of the Heavenly Netherworld Sect were all so frightened that their faces changed drastically.

When there was a Heavenly Netherworld Old Monster, the Heavenly Netherworld Sect was a sixth-rank sect.

Now, the Heavenly Immortal Old Monster is dead, and the sect has naturally fallen to the seventh rank sect.

In the whole sect, who is this kid's opponent?

What to do?

Many people's legs trembled, and their faces changed and changed.

Escape?

What is the difference between looking for death?

The masked man looked at Chen Daoming with anger.

He pointed at Chen Daoming, "Okay, it's so good! Since you want to die like this, this seat will fulfill you!"

After speaking, the masked man pounced on Chen Daoming.

The two were at war together.

"Ding......

The sound of metal resonating keeps ringing.

Neither of them used weapons, but relied solely on their bodies.

The flesh is like a divine soldier, indestructible.

The crowd of onlookers looked at this scene and were dumbfounded.

"Boom ......"

With a loud bang, the two separated.

You look at me, I look at you, and they are all afraid of each other.

"Damn, his physical body, how can he be stronger than me?!"

The masked man's right hand trembled slightly, looking incredulous.

I practiced it myself, but it was the strongest physical body exercise in Shangcang Temple.

With blood, you can grasp the mid-grade spirit weapon with your bare hands.

Although the realm is only in the early stage of Mahayana, even if you encounter a Mahayana consummate immortal cultivator, you can kill it with your bare hands.

Now, in the face of a kid in the early stage of the hole, he has no power to fight back?

How is this possible?

"Does it hurt? It hurts, it proves that you're still alive!"

"If that's all you do, you can die!"

Chen Daoming held the long knife in his hand and began to draw it.

"Hmph, pretend to be a ghost, die!"

The masked man pounced on Chen Daoming.

Then.

The long knife was slowly drawn.

"Buzz ......"

The sound of long knives rubbing like scabbards rang out, shaking people's ears with a roar.

The terrifying sword intent, centered on Chen Daoming, shook in all directions.

Like a huge mountain roaring.

"Boom ......"

A group of immortal cultivators who were close to each other were like cannonballs, blasting in all directions.

Those with low strength were directly shocked into ashes and disappeared on the spot.

"Boom ......"

The masked man was no exception, he was slammed into the air and fell to the ground, vomiting blood.

Before the knife was drawn, it was seriously injured!

He looked at Chen Daoming and shook his head again and again, looking incredulous!

"How can he comprehend such a strong sword intent? fake, it must be fake!"

"Hehe......"

Chen Daoming withdrew his long knife and stood in front of the masked man, "Do you know the biggest difference between you and a pig?"

"You ......" The masked man's chest froze, and he had nothing to say.

"The biggest difference is that pigs have always been pigs, and you, can't even compare to pigs!"

After speaking, Chen Daoming raised a kick and kicked it hard.

"Flutter ......"

Blood was spilled, and masked men flew sideways to the ground.

He bowed in the shape of a shrimp and looked pained.

At the corners of his mouth, black and red blood kept flowing.

The vitality is rapidly draining.

One kick, a serious injury!

"He's fighting against me, and he's still hiding his strength?"

"His strength is so terrifying, it's troublesome!"

Thinking about it like this, the masked man's scalp tingled.

He took a deep breath and yelled hard.

"Chai Yuanchu, what else are you looking at? Hurry up and save me!"

This sound, like thunder, rolled out.

......