It turned out that this sword was his highest speed, and before most people even reacted, the sharp tip of the sword had already appeared only a few feet away from Lu Xiaotian. And that Qingfeng Sword is also a Dan Yuan magic weapon. At such a close distance, with the speed of the black and thin old man, could the silver-haired young man in front of him escape? At least most monks asked themselves that they would never be able to do it, and the speed of the black and thin old man was definitely the top among the peak monks of foundation building.

Even the Jindan monks of the Exotic Alliance had a somewhat surprised look when they saw this blow, they thought that it would be good for the black and thin old man to rely on speed to delay time and consume Lu Xiaotian's strength as much as possible, but the black and thin old man's sword was like a stroke of genius, but they were also admired, it was Xiang Tie Tower, and another supreme foundation building monk who hurried from other places was also quite moved, if they were suddenly attacked by this blow, even if they did not die, I am afraid it would cost a lot of money to survive.

But the next moment, everyone's eyes widened, and they seemed to be a little unconvinced of their eyes, and in the face of the amazing sword of the black and thin old man, the silver-haired young man did not dodge or dodge, and did not even move his body. But the body of the black and thin old man has been frozen in mid-air, maintaining the sword-like shape.

When the Qingfeng Sword was still a few feet away from Lu Xiaotian, everyone didn't even have time to see how Lu Xiaotian moved, and when the black and thin old man's body froze, they saw that there were suddenly two more fingers at the blade of the sword, which happened to clamp the Qingfeng Sword.

At this time, even if the black and thin old man was swollen and red, the sword in his hand could not advance a single bit.

"How is it possible!" Many monks from the Exotic Alliance had already shouted, this was the all-out sword of the monks in the late stage of foundation building, or the Dan Yuan magic weapon, and the silver-haired young man actually pinched it with only two fingers. With the flesh and blood of a human being, how can he compete with the Dan Yuan magic weapon, how can this silver-haired young man do it?

Monk Jindan, who had very good eyesight, naturally discovered the Spell-Breaking Fist Glove on Lu Xiaotian's hand at this time, if it weren't for the slight change in the color of the Method-Breaking Fist Glove when Lu Xiaotian used it, they hadn't been able to notice it before.

Kwai Zhong and several Jindan monks glanced at each other in surprise, and with their eyesight, they could naturally see that although there was something strange about the fist glove, there didn't seem to be any fluctuation of breath, that is to say, Lu Xiaotian clamped this sword with two fingers, all relying on his own strength, and there was no luck. The silver-haired young man in front of him was far more difficult to deal with than they imagined.

Not only the exotic monks, but also the monks in the Mochizuki Immortal Realm, they also had an incredible look.

At the moment when everyone was stunned, the Qingfeng sword suddenly slid out from between two fingers, but the direction of the slide was the position controlled by Lu Xiaotian, and it was still a few inches away from the forehead, but Lu Xiaotian's two fingers had already slid directly to the hilt of the sword. The strength of the black thin old man lies in its speed, but under the explosion at close range, Lu Xiaotian is still above it. The strength of the other party was among the many top foundation building cultivators that Lu Xiaotian faced, but it was of the middle and upper level, and he was caught between his two fingers, and with his strength, he naturally couldn't get rid of it. What's more, Lu Xiaotian just wanted to change the direction of this sword a little.

The black and thin old man's face was horrified, and he wanted to retreat again at this time, but there was already a sharp pain in his chest, and there was a sternum snapping sound.

With a pop, the black thin old man's body flew back in the air weakly, and he fell to the ground weakly and convulsed.

Even the best defensive magic weapon leather armor could not prevent Lu Xiaotian's palm on his chest. With the physique of a thin black old man, how could he withstand the terrifying palm power that penetrated.

In less than a moment, the thin black man fell to the ground in anger.

"---Boom," the monks of the various sects of the Mochizuki Immortal Cultivation Realm erupted into a shocking cheer.

"Senior Brother Lu, Senior Brother Lu!" Peng Dayong and some other foundation-building monks of Lingxiao Palace witnessed this scene, and under the boiling blood, they couldn't help but draw their weapons and raise them to the sky, constantly shouting.

Some Qi refining cultivators should have called Lu Xiaotian a senior, but seeing such a wonderful battle, they were so forgetful that they even shouted with Peng Da with some foundation building monks, although it seemed a little nondescript, but at this time, with more and more shouts. But no one cared about any of this, but the waves of voices above the black crowd were like torrents, and they wanted to hit the clouds. Even Lei Wantian, Huo Yuming, the old monster with blue beard, and some Jindan monks from other sects who watched the battle, couldn't help but feel a little bloody, and their blood was boiling.

At this time, even these Jindan monks became the foil of the silver-haired young man on the battle platform, the focus of everyone's attention, and only the person in the wheelchair was left at this time. Although a normal person in a wheelchair looks somewhat weird, but judging from Lu Xiaotian's demeanor at this time, everyone feels that it is normal.

All the foundation building monks and qi refining monks in the Mochizuki realm fell into a frenzy, and the momentum of the Mochizuki Immortal Realm was rising day by day, and there seemed to be no apex, even the Jindan monks, and they were all moved, only the calm face of the silver-haired young man in his sight was always the same, unmoved by external objects.

However, in the eyes of the monks, Lu Xiaotian's calm appearance was more like a king present, and he didn't need a superfluous word or a superfluous look to show enough dominance. Even among those foreign cultivators, the foundation building and qi refining cultivators had a feeling in their hearts that they could only look up.

"This son has a natural commanding temperament, but he was born with an indifferent temperament, which is really rare. Even if he was in the hostile camp, Aoi Zhong couldn't help but sigh at this time.

"I am afraid that there is only one person who can subdue the countless foundation building qi cultivators in several immortal cultivation realms with the foundation building period for thousands of years. I heard that this son's cultivation qualifications are extremely ordinary, but fortunately, he is only a foundation building monk, if he is a Jindan monk, it is really not a blessing for me. Such a character, it's a pity that he was born in the world of Mochizuki cultivating immortals. ”

It was Xiang Zhen, who was arrogant by nature, and his eyes were also full of appreciation at this time. Although the two people Lu Xiaotian killed before were strong, they were not too top-notch, and a monk of the level of Xiang Tie Tower could defeat them, and even Lu Xiaotian did not use any powerful attack moves. But whether it was Kwai Zhong, Xiang Zhen and the others, they felt that changing Xiang Tie Tower, or others, could not reach the level that Lu Xiaotian had almost crazy support for other monks. That's why Kwai Zhong said that Lu Xiaotian had the temperament of a natural commander.

Lu Xiaotian on the battle platform was only two simple kills, and he was far more than ten thousand times stronger than those impassioned. It's just that these Jindan monks have an idea in their hearts, changing one person can't achieve this effect at all, even if they are replaced.