Villain: The wife of the heroine, the Emperor of Heaven?I will marry you

"Your Excellency, how dare you shout so loudly with such a means?" Amidst the smoke and dust, Su Xunge indifferently ignored Xiao Luo.

As the saying goes, there is no injury when there is smoke. Although Xiaoluo's unexpected sneak attack was huge, it caused almost no damage to him.

Su Xunge didn't even use supernatural powers or secret techniques to resist, Su Xunge just resisted physically and took Xiaoluo's spear strike.

Just at that moment, Xiao Luo violently attacked.

I don't know what kind of secret technique to increase speed was used, but it was able to break through the limitation of space, which really surprised Su Xunge a little.

But he was astonished as he was, he was not a defenseless person, at the same time when Xiao Luo's spear pierced the air and shot out brilliant sparks, Su Xunge's big hand slammed against the spear tip.

The physical strength close to the magic weapon of the mighty monk came in handy at this moment.

The palms of the flesh and the gold and iron intersected together, and there was a violent sound like a thunderstorm.

The wanton impact energy was washed back and forth between the two of them.

"How is it possible for you!" Xiao Luo was dumbfounded.

His two-foot-long spear is a natal divine weapon made of high-quality sage-level divine iron, black gold, and copper. In this desolate Xiaonantian, it is one of the best divine weapons.

Ordinary people don't say that they are hard-bonded with the flesh, even weapons of the same level will be smashed into countless pieces by his blow.

however.

This person in front of me, who is six or seven realms lower than him, actually grabbed his Wujin Spear with just one hand?
This is simply a fantasy, and no one will believe it if it is told.

"This person's true strength is definitely not as simple as Wu Zun. With this physical strength alone, even the descendants of the ancient gods and beasts may not be able to match it."

"But that's all. In terms of strength, I am far better than you."

Xiao Luo suspects that Su Xunge may not be a human being, but some unknown beast incarnate.

After thinking about it, the psoas muscles brought the strength of the whole body back into the arm, and Xiao Luo wanted to take back the weapon from Su Xun's singer.

But what was unbelievable was that his Wujin Spear seemed to be grasped by a great ape, no matter how hard he exerted himself, he couldn't move it at all.

"It's just a monster!" Xiao Luo felt a rare sense of astonishment in his heart. He is an ancient alien bloodline. Although he is not a race that specializes in physical body cultivation, his strength is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary monks.

This is the advantage of the Yaozu.

But now, in front of monks whose realm is far lower than his own, his own advantages are as pitiful as the innocence of a child.

Feeling the stirring power in his palm, Su Xunge showed a rare playful smile: "Why, do you want this gadget?"

"Sigh~"

A gust of cold air instantly rushed from the dantian of the chest and abdomen to the back of Xiaoluo's head.

"Danger, the danger that can kill yourself!"

His divine instinct told him that if he continued to fight with Su Xunge like this, it might be very dangerous.

Without waiting to think about it, Xiao Luo didn't even have time to recover his most precious weapon, so he turned into a big night owl with a wingspan of several feet.

The human body is the innate body of Taoism. Although it is convenient for enlightenment, for the monster race, the minions of the body are their most powerful weapon.

In an instant.

A ferocious monster appeared in front of his eyes.

Human-faced bird body, black feathers and white belly, dog-tailed eagle claws.

The hard and cold feathers shone like black gold, and scales grew between the gaps of the feathers, which were as black as ink, weird and ferocious, and tightly protected every inch of his flesh.

however.

Even though it turned into a prototype, Xiao Luo didn't intend to fight Su Xunge any more, instead he spread his wings and jumped nine days and thousands of feet away.

"What's going on, has that kid been killed?" At this time, Hua Cen was still worrying about how to end it, but suddenly saw a huge night owl jumping out, and couldn't help but feel tight.

Shu Ningxue was better.

After several days of hand-to-hand combat with Su Xunge, she knew that Su Xunge's physical accomplishments were far beyond what ordinary monks could imagine.

Even in the face of a powerful monk like her, she can fight with ease. Even if she is no match for Xiaoluo, at least she can save her life.

Not as she expected.

After Xiaoluo escaped above the clouds, he didn't target the two of them again.

Instead, he cautiously widened the terrifying eyes that occupied a full third of his face, and the dim light flickered back and forth non-stop.

The owl bird is also known as the mourning bird. It is rumored that whenever the underworld goes to the underworld to capture souls, there will be night owls singing eerie cries to celebrate.

And the human-faced owl, as the king among the owls, was born with the supernatural power of crying.

"Hey~ Kekeke"

"Hey~Ke Ke"

Full of malicious laughter, it makes people shudder.

Xiao Luo, who discovered the extraordinaryness of Su Xunge, no longer hides his clumsiness, and uses the human-faced owl's natural supernatural powers, and the strange laughter is like throwing a huge stone into the calm lake water, which immediately arouses space turmoil.

Within a radius of dozens of miles, all living things were affected by the strange cry.

At the least, they were insane and unable to control themselves, and at the worst, their souls flew away and they died. Even the two powerful monks Shu Ningxue and Hua Cen, under Xiao Luo's strange magical power, seemed to be on the verge of going crazy.

however.

Others may be afraid of this kind of innate supernatural power that is specially aimed at the soul.

But Su Xunge has a black golden pagoda with dragon patterns to suppress the sea of ​​Qi, and the breath of the extreme emperor soldier can easily protect the soul, which can be said to be the natural nemesis of the soul-absorbing technique.

"Miscellaneous-haired bird, your smile is really ugly." With a heavy snort, Su Xunge stepped up to the sky with Xiaoluo's Wujin stick in his hand.

The raging fighting spirit seemed to be an oven burning all the time, humming in his chest.

Motian has the body of emperor soldiers and demon gods, can walk in the world, and appears in the image of a demon leader.

And his true self will take the road of fighting immortals, and fight all the way to the highest realm with invincible courage.

Su Xunge, who radiated reckless golden light, was like a ferocious beast walking in the wilderness, with a strong fighting spirit, which made Xiao Luo unknowingly afraid.

"How is it possible, why is he not affected by my Dementor Tianyin's attack!"

Xiao Luo felt cold all over his body.

This innate supernatural power is the unique skill of their Ye Xiao clan, once it is used, it will be the end of the enemy.

But today.

But it failed on this junior Wu Zun.

After a brief shock, a strong sense of unwillingness welled up in his heart.

Although Xiao Luo is nearly thirty years old, he thinks that he can barely be counted as a good player among the younger generation.

I even feel that even in the land of Zhongzhou, there are not many people who can beat him.

He would never allow anyone to trample on his pride like this.

"You really think I'm afraid you won't succeed!" With a violent shout, the huge owl figure rushed out like a black lightning bolt.

Since the innate supernatural powers are useless, his remaining method is hand-to-hand combat.

Even though this kid's physical body is inexplicably tyrannical, Xiao Luo is confident that his mana and realm are enough to kill him.

In the howling wind.

The two phantoms, one gold and one black, collided again.