My eight sisters are the only ones who dote on me, and they are all crazy about supporting their you

Wang Xiaoke slipped out of the scientific research station and planned to meet Wu Tu.

He lifted the disguise spell and ran happily across the ice field.

"With so many spirit stones saved, it should be enough for my family to break through to the middle stage of foundation building, right?"

"I haven't been home for fifteen days, and I don't know how the Eighth Sister's mission has been completed."

Wang Xiaoke paused and turned around in surprise, a hint of darkness flashed through his sapphire blue eyes.

Above the sky.

The man held a bloody spear and looked down at the boy with an indifferent expression.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?"

Wang Xiaoke frowned, a look of solemnity on his plump face.

There was a faint blood mist behind the man, as if he could see the roar of an innocent soul, which was so weird that it made people feel numb.

A ferocious smile appeared on his face, the sharp tip of the gun was pointed at the boy, and his dark eyes were full of indifference.

Vast murderous intent swept out, with an irresistible force that made mortals want to kneel down.

"The little thief steals the Lord's sacred stone over and over again."

"Wait until I kill you and then get the sacred stone back."

The silver gun trembled slightly and made a piercing cry.

"Remember my name, Long Ze!"

Wang Xiaoke felt his state and was a little dazed.

In the early stage of the Condensing Yuan Realm, he was in the same realm as himself.

Moreover, the spear is also a second-grade spiritual weapon, so it is expected to have extraordinary combat power.

It really opened his eyes that there was such a master in e country.

"Hmph, since you want to mess with me, I won't be polite."

Wang Xiaoke's thoughts moved slightly, and the three-foot black gold sword suddenly emerged from the center of his eyebrows and floated quietly beside him.

Sharp sword energy criss-crossed, and a supreme sword intent shot straight into the sky.

He jumped up and left deep footprints in the snow.

One large and one small are facing each other in the air, and the surging spiritual power is fighting against each other.

The wind was blowing all around, and the snowflakes were billowing like haze, blocking the view...

"Flying in the air, monk Ning Yuan?"

A flash of horror flashed in Long Ze's eyes, which quickly disappeared.

"Could it be...that those old monsters are pretending?"

He looks only thirty years old, but is actually over two hundred years old.

This guy looks like a little kid, maybe an old monster who has lived for many years...

After all, when they reach their level, they all have some means of changing their appearance.

"Unparalleled marksmanship!"

Long Ze grasped the silver gun tightly, and his vast spiritual power condensed on the tip of the gun, and he galloped towards Xiao Ke.

"Tingfeng Sword Jue!"

Wang Xiaoke held the sword in one hand, and a terrifying aura spread from his young body.

The invincible sword intent that can cut heaven and earth swept across from all directions.

"The sixth sword, listen to the wind and rain!"

A slightly cute milk drink sounded.

The clear sky turned into a cloud, and heavy rain poured down.

Long Ze's expression was solemn, and he could feel the extraordinary power of this move.

"Dragon fights in all directions!"

An illusory dragon rolled and roared, charging straight towards Xiao Ke.

"Shua Lala——"

The silver lightning was fleeting, and the illusory clouds gradually dissipated.

The sword and the gun met, and the roar could be heard even at the scientific research station twenty miles away.

Long Ze groaned and was knocked a hundred meters away before he could stabilize his body.

His palms trembled slightly, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"In a simple duel of spiritual power, I don't have the upper hand?"

Wang Xiaoke seemed very relaxed, with a faint smile on his face.

"I thought it was so powerful, but it turned out to be nothing more than that."

In the brief confrontation just now, he clearly felt that the opponent's realm was empty.

The purity of his spiritual power is far inferior to his own.

"How arrogant."

"I want to see what you are capable of!"

Long Ze roared angrily and attacked again, much faster than before.

The two kept colliding in the air.

The light of the gun shines as brightly as a gem, the energy of the sword surges like a mighty river, and the harsh sound of metal collision echoes repeatedly.

Wang Xiaoke held the idea of ​​​​training his hands and accompanied him in close combat.

"Damn thing, it's so difficult."

Long Ze distanced himself from him, panting like an ox from exhaustion, and his palms were shaking slightly from the shock.

I thought he was a little thief who could be killed with a snap of his fingers.

I didn't expect it to be an old monster who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger!

Wang Xiaoke smiled brightly, blinked his big eyes and said.

"I won't play with you anymore. Let me beat you up with one move."

He held the hilt of the sword with both hands, his eyes flashed with sharp light, and the overwhelming sword intent seemed to poke a hole in the sky.

"Dragon and Phoenix Sword Technique."

Long Ze's body sank, as if the top of a mountain were pressing down on him, and his face turned red.

He gritted his teeth and his eyes finally turned panicked.

"Who the hell are you and why have I never heard of you?"

Wang Xiaoke pursed his lips and said nothing, surrounded by white smoke, which made him sacred and inviolable.

"Second style, fire phoenix swallows the sun!"

He danced the sword, the golden crow flashed violently, and a phantom of a phoenix that only existed in mythology flapped its wings and hovered.

"Qiang Qiang~"

Long Ze frowned. If he couldn't take this move, he would probably be seriously injured and dying.

At this moment, he didn't dare to retain his strength anymore, and all his spiritual energy poured into the gun as if it were free of charge.

"Breaking the military!"

Long Ze roared and faced the fire phoenix, and the sky burst into brilliant firelight.

After the smoke and dust cleared, a figure dropped down, making a shallow crater in the ice field.

"Pfft!"

He spurted out a mouthful of old blood, his breath was extremely weak, and he could no longer raise his strength.

Wang Xiaoke slowly fell back to the ground and walked up to him with his sword in hand.

“If you cut the weeds without removing the roots, they will grow again when the spring breeze blows.”

With a sullen face, he stabbed Long Ze in the heart.

Changes occur suddenly.

A cloud of black smoke clamped down on the sword, preventing it from moving any further.

In Wang Xiaoke's surprised eyes, Long Ze was completely enveloped in thick smoke.

"What is this?"

He released his consciousness and felt the smoke, only to feel that this thing was evil and weird.

Just like the Dragon Formation back then, it gave him a very ominous feeling.

"You are so brave for anyone who dares to hurt me!"

The smoke exploded with a bang, and Wang Xiaoke was blown away dozens of meters away.

Long Ze's whole body was wrapped in black energy, and his eyes were completely occupied by black.

A playful smile appeared on his lips, and an old sound came from his throat.

"A six-year-old Ning Yuan realm monk is simply incredible."

"Even with my methods, it is impossible to cultivate such a genius."

"It seems like you have a lot of opportunities, interesting~"

Wang Xiaoke pulled his head out of the snowdrift, shook the snowflakes from his hair, and stared at him angrily.

"You're not the guy just now, what's going on!"

Long Ze didn't want to talk nonsense to him. He put his hands together and a black hole instantly appeared behind him.

"Little one, come with me."

He smiled sinisterly, and a giant dry hand stretched out from the black hole to grab Xiao Ke.

The giant hand was stained with ominous aura, and it was too fast to react in time.

Wang Xiaoke wanted to dodge, but the overwhelming pressure made his movements slow.

Can't avoid it at all.

Seeing that the big hand was about to wrap around him, it would be a while before Xiao Ke was wrapped up.

From somewhere, a slightly older man's voice suddenly sounded:

"Smelly rat, I didn't expect you to have a backup plan..."

"But if you want to attack my apprentice, you have to consider the consequences."

"I spared your life five hundred years ago, but you still don't know how to cherish your life?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a towering giant wine gourd fell from the sky and hit his withered arm hard.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew across the ice field, and snowflakes were flying all over the sky.

The permafrost that has been covered by ice and snow for thousands of years is also exposed.

The withered arm was bruised and bloody, and the bones were completely shattered.

Wang Xiaoke's eyes widened and he stared at the fingers in front of him fearfully.

Any later and he might have been caught.

A shrill scream came from the dark and cold black hole.

The withered arms immediately turned into smoke and poured into the black hole.

Long Ze raised his head slightly, his expression gradually becoming ferocious.

"Damn old fox, why is it you again!"