Zhang Baijian stood not far from the Gongsun clan.

At this time, Gongsun Su was treating the wounded of the Gongsun clan everywhere, and Gongsun Huang also fell into a coma. In the Gongsun clan, Zhang Baijian is considered an acquaintance, and there is no one left. If you get together, it will also look awkward.

Among the Gongsun clan, although there were many people who wanted to come over and get close to Zhang Baijian, they did not dare to step forward because of the threat in Gongsun Yu's eyes and the fear of Zhang Baijian's strong strength at the moment.

In the sky, the Excaliburs who had lost the Ten Thousand Swords Nest as their attachment hovered like headless flies. Fortunately, these divine swords are there, which makes the broken sky crack, and the meteorites that continue to fall down are blocked by these divine swords, unable to fall to the ground, destroying the ground.

Mountains and rivers are broken, and waves are uneven and waves are rising.

At this time, there were still hundreds of breaths before the thunder explosion.

The prisoner ghost and Chu Qiao glanced at each other, both with panic in their eyes.

The little monk touched his bald head, and suddenly his whole body shone.

"I've done a lot of good things lately, and I've accumulated too much mental power, and I'm a little uncomfortable, so it seems that I have to fight!" the little monk said thoughtfully.

"What are you talking about?" the prisoner grimaced with a dark face and grabbed the little monk with one paw.

"Poof!poof!"

A punch struck back with a more ferocious stance, and then slammed into the prisoner's body.

The prisoner felt as if he had fallen into a quagmire, his body was extremely heavy, and it seemed to be completely frozen in mid-air, and then he fell to the ground weakly.

Then there were a few 'clicks' of bones breaking, and the prisoner's body was folded straight up.

The screams of the prisoners sounded so terrible.

However, Chu Qiao's gaze was not on the prisoner's body, but on the little monk's body. He seemed to have seen that from the body of the little monk, a fierce beast crawled out, and an extremely strong aura spread wantonly.

The violent energy fluctuated, and the blink of an eye disappeared completely.

The prisoner 'chirped' and collapsed weakly on the ground.

"Who is Your Excellency? Breaking my friend's bones again, doesn't it seem too rude?" Chu Qiao looked up at the little monk and said.

The little monk's eyes narrowed slightly, but his sharp gaze scattered out wantonly from the slit of his eyes, locking on Chu Qiao. Then he frowned slightly, and said lightly: "I'm just asking you about a person, and your reaction when you see the portrait is a little subtle!"

Chu Qiao's eyes were deep, and his gaze scanned the little monk's body inch by inch, and then he said slowly: "Your Excellency is from the Western Wilderness?"

Chu Qiao said coldly: "Your Excellency, don't deceive people too much! We are the people of the Xia Dynasty Prison March! It's still very easy. ”

"You're right, but what kind of thing are you, you can also represent the Great Xia Dynasty and the prison march?" the little monk raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully.

Chu Qiao's face completely changed, and it became extremely ugly.

At this moment, a black cylinder flew out of Chu Qiao's left cuff. Thousands of poisonous needles flashing with dark blue poisonous light, each of which was inscribed with thousands of divine patterns and shot towards the little monk.

"With a secret weapon made of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine nether poisonous bees and thousands of poisonous divine patterns, even if you are a divine powerhouse, you still can't resist it!" Chu Qiao looked at the little monk with vicious eyes.

The little monk flashed with golden light and waved his sleeves. These poisonous needles were suddenly frozen in mid-air, as if they were blocked in the middle of the flight by time and space, and even the forbidden and armor-breaking divine patterns loaded on them could not play any role.

Now I think you must have had a relationship with Zhang Baidao! It's just that in my current state, these methods of yours are useless to me. The little monk snorted twice, and the poisonous needles all broke into several pieces, and fell to the ground with a clang, corroding a large piece of the stones on the ground.

The sinister smile on the corner of Chu Qiao's mouth did not decrease, his hands were put together, slightly bent and stretched, and the majestic true yuan swept out. A sword qi that was dozens of zhang long and extremely powerful instantly tore through the space, and slashed down angrily towards the little monk.

However, in the face of Chu Qiao's fierce and fierce sword aura. The little monk just gently stretched out one of his palms and grabbed the sword qi that had been chopped down in the palm of his hand.

"Hmph! Kill yourself!" Seeing this, Chu Qiao had a rich sneer on his face, how could his sword qi be so simple?

Boom!

Chu Qiao's sneer suddenly froze on his face, and his whole body stiffened. He expected it. The scene of flesh and blood flying did not appear, and the little monk's palm was better than the iron tongs, holding the sword qi tightly, and the cold and violent power in the sword qi could not be released at all.

Click!

The crisp but piercing sound spread out in the sky towards the mountains and forests, and Chu Qiao's confident and incomparably powerful sword aura was actually crushed by the little monk directly with his hands.

"How is it possible? fake!" Even with Chu Qiao's deep city, he couldn't help but say.

Swish!

The little monk raised his head coldly, looked at Chu Qiao indifferently, and stepped lightly, he obviously looked like he was standing in place, but in Chu Qiao's opinion, this little monk had already appeared in front of him.

"So fast!"

Chu Qiao's eyes froze, and the whole person hurriedly retreated, and at the same time, he pushed with both hands, and the majestic palm power rolled towards the little monk like a heavy wave.

Immediately after that, at the moment when these wave-like powers approached the little monk, they all exploded, turning into light and shadow sword qi, and the Dao Dao was so imposing that it was enough to penetrate the cave armor.

In the face of the fierce and complicated sword qi, the little monk's hands clenched into fists, and then the black light surged, and faintly, a huge Buddha shadow appeared behind the little monk, and the sound of chanting scriptures resounded throughout the world.

Rumble!

The golden fist swept away all these sword qi without any fancy and shattered them all.

Then this fist, under Chu Qiao's horrified gaze, fell on his face like thunder and lightning.

Smack!

The sound was like an egg falling to the ground, Chu Qiaona was still handsome, but the cheeks of some yin vultures suddenly split into several petals. The entire face bone was torn apart by a punch from the strange young man.

The violent power exploded on Chu Qiao's body, and his face was like a big dye shop, red, white, yellow, and purple were mixed together. The body shot backwards like a cannonball.

Fluffy!

Chu Qiao fell to the ground, 'let's smack' his already extremely drowsy head, and hit the ground again, and the heavy slapping force directly made him faint completely.

The little monk grabbed the prisoner ghost and Chu Qiao's collars, twisted the limbs of both of them together, tied them into a ball, and then cast a spell and flew away in the direction they came. (To be continued.) )