Chapter 51

The boy stepped on the waves, soared, and stood at a height where he didn't need to look up at it, punching the huge blood-red skull one after another.

Mountains.

Catch the tiger.

Catch the gods.

Xu Xiaoxian's fist was wrapped in a fiery red true yuan, and he moved with his heart, and he moved with his fist. It seems that every time he punches and closes his fist, he will 'lift the weight as lightly, lift the weight as if it is heavy' to the extent that he is perfect and commanded by his arm.

Xu Xiaoxian showed the method of 'stepping on the tide and watching the wind', just like a leaf drifting with the waves, sticking to the blood-colored skeleton, the waves rise, the leaves rise, the waves fall, the leaves fall.

Everywhere,.

The heart arrives, the person arrives, and the fist arrives.

It has long surpassed the combination of rigidity and softness, and a punch is like a dragonfly touching the water.

The fiery red true yuan was like restraining the yin creature of the blood-colored skeleton, and Xu Xiaoxian's fiery red fist struck the skull, and the latter would let out a heart-rending wail.

The blood-colored skull, like a demon tormented in the fire and hell that could not climb out, roared and wailed.

Ordinary monks, perhaps in this soul-stirring wail, there will be a trace of stagnation in movements, breathing, and true element movements. , even if there is only the slightest pause, the blood-colored skull will pull away, turn into dark thoughts, form a ten thousand ghost sound wave array, and counterattack.

However, it did not help.

The two seeds of the Lost Tree in the Young Huangting Palace have already sprouted, grown, and bloomed, and waves of calming and refreshing breath spread from the branches and leaves of the Lost Tree, endlessly.

Xu Xiaoxian's heart is stable, and his heart hangs in the mirror, like a bright moon in the dark night.

Can the charm of the ghost be messed up?

With each punch Xu Xiaoxian struck, the blood-colored skull shrank by one point.

The boy punched down, and the skull that was originally the size of a small hill had been reduced by forty percent.

Xu Xiaoxian didn't care about it, and still punched and punched, opening mountains, catching tigers, and catching immortals, one move, one move, endlessly.

Everything in the three-legged golden-patterned tripod, Jin Lian'er, who was sitting at the bottom of the gold-patterned tripod, had a panoramic view, and then allowed Xu Xiaoxian's one-sided attack like this, after a hundred breaths.

Dead.

The soul is locked, and the soul is broken.

Ding crushed.

If you are counterattacked, you will have no chance of winning, and you will definitely fall into the root of the disease in the future, and you will be shackled, and you will never make any more progress in cultivation.

Jin Lian'er's heart was horizontal, her eyes leaked fierce light, she gritted her teeth and pierced her heart with a finger, took the blood of the Yang in her heart, smeared it on the eye of the Golden Pattern Ding Hundred Arrays, pinched the trick with both hands, burned the true yuan, and urged the sonic roar array inscription on the three-legged Golden Pattern Ding.

In an instant, Jin Lian'er's whole body was full of true yuan, her face was like gold paper, her heart and mouth were trembling, and her slightly rough face was sweating like rain.

Suspended, upside down in the height of thirty zhang of the three-legged gold tripod, the speed of rotation becomes larger, and it is still falling, and each fall is a point larger.

It is believed that when falling to the ground, when there is a huge circle of 80 zhang, a hill falls from the sky, such as thunder, the power of Mount Tai.

Xu Xiaoxian is in the ding.

If you don't get out of trouble when the gold-veined tripod lands, you may also have to be trapped in the tripod.

Inside the gold-veined tripod.

Xu Xiaoxian was still stepping on the waves, punch after punch, and the volume of the blood-colored skull was only thirty percent.

For the three-legged gold-patterned tripod that was constantly rotating and getting bigger and falling, Xu Xiaoxian turned a deaf ear.

Suddenly.

When the blood-colored skull was hit by Xu Xiaoxian's punch, it burst open, divided into nine parts, and then divided into nine parts, turning into ninety-nine eighty-one small skull, opening its sharp fangs and big mouths, turning each other into horns, and attacking Xu Xiaoxian in all directions.

Meantime.

Hundreds of sonic nets were generated from the top of Xu Xiaoxian's head, how big the golden-veined tripod was, how big the hundreds of nets were, no difference, under the cover of electric light and flint.

Xu Xiaoxian has no way to avoid it.

The boy just frowned, and even forgot to run away.

In an instant, under the hundreds of sonic nets, the three-legged gold-veined tripod stopped spinning, and the thunder fell, so fast that it was too late to blink.

Ninety-nine eighty-one blood-colored skulls, hundreds of sonic nets, and the three-legged gold-veined tripod that fell to the ground in half a breath after stopping spinning, each of them was rushing towards Xu Xiaoxian.

Xu Xiaoxian is in a catastrophe.

Bang!

The three-legged gold-patterned tripod that towers like a hill falls to the ground like the momentum of Mount Tai pressing the top.

A loud bang shook the sky, entering the nine heavens, and it seemed that the clouds were trembling.

The arena was dusty, stirring up a circle of wind and waves, attacking in all directions, and wherever the wind went, the granite floor as solid as a rock was shattered, suspended, powdered, and flying.

The Liuding Liujia Great Array was activated in an instant, and countless barrier walls appeared, all of which blocked these Gangfeng dust.

It seems that everything, the dust has settled.

Xu Xiaoxian was trapped in the Golden Pattern Ding.

I don't know how long it took, maybe just a few breaths.

The dust cleared.

The arena is once again visually clear.

Jin Lian'er stood at the bottom of the three-legged gold-veined ding, panting, the two lumps of flesh on her chest trembled terribly, and her face was happy.

Won.

She won.

As for the boy's life or death, she doesn't care.

It's best to be alive.

If you're dead, that's fine.

Once upon a time, when Jin Lian'er understood that the path of a cultivator and walking along the sky, there were too many trials and tests, and life and death became less stubborn. If her own parents and siblings are entangled in Dao Xin, she will not hesitate to kill them.

Her heart is like a rock.

Suddenly.

There were ripples in front of Jin Lian'er.

A little cold glow enlarged in Jin Lian'er's pupils.

A little chill comes first.

Subsequently, the gun came out like a dragon.

Yes, Cloud Dragon Lance!

Time seems to stand still.

Jin Lian'er didn't have time to react, she didn't have time to feel a tingling pain in her lower abdomen, and a cold light had pierced into her middle dantian Huangting Palace.

Maybe the tip of the gun is two inches forward.

She's pooping.

Huangting Palace is broken.

Dead.

Dao Elimination.

There were ripples in front of her, and a teenager seemed to step out of the void, and his transparent body slowly condensed into a solid.

He was armed with a gun in one hand.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, but he didn't smile.

If his hands tremble, she will surely die.

Jin Lian'er grinned, with some doubts in her bitterness, she slowly closed her eyes and chuckled, "You won." ”

At that moment, she thought a lot. I thought of the myth of climbing the Qingyun Ladder half a month ago, and reaching the top before I even climbed the mountain. She thought of someone jumping down from the top of the clouds, and in the blink of an eye, the figure was still on the clouds,

But they went down to the mountain.

Is it fractal boosigmatism?

That's one of the great Kunlun powers of the Taoist leader!

She didn't have an answer.

Close your eyes. Gladly waiting for death.

When she was sixteen years old, she knew that she could not grind with her own hands, have children, marry and teach children, and grow old like ordinary women.

When she was sixteen years old, she was told that a woman, a perfect woman, has to go through three steps, a daughter, a wife, and a mother.

She couldn't.

She hated the two lumps of flesh on her chest that were more feminine than ordinary women.

At the age of sixteen, she vowed to learn from a man to pull mountains and rivers and be a hero. If you can't be a hero, it's okay to be a hated hero.

Since then, she has been eclectic in everything she does and does whatever she wants.

When she was a child, she heard that smoking is the only way to be manly, so she learned to smoke. came to the Lost Tree Flower Glasses, and she also planted the 'soil lumps' dry tobacco all over the mountains with her own hands.

One year, when she heard that there was a treasure in an ancient tomb, she dug up the grave and opened the coffin to collect the treasure......

There are too many things in the past, and it is hard to look back.

At the end of the day, so what?

I don't know how long it took for her eyes to open.

The boy has jumped off the gold-striped tripod.

Armed.

Out of the arena.