When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

Li Changxiao was holding a long sword, exuding an aura that was not very sharp.

Coupled with the inferior Jiang Python Sword Intent.

At first glance, it gives people the illusion that humans and animals are harmless.

However, what just happened.

Everyone had to pay attention to his existence.

The tiger scholar and the old monk still had no intention of taking action, but the Pingtian Palace killer Zhang Kuo and the corpse puppet man joined forces.

Although if word gets out, people will laugh at you.

Two dignified experts in the Void Refining Realm.

They actually teamed up to deal with a little Yuanying.

However, in this era, it is not the time to show off. If someone can help save his spiritual energy, he will not refuse it.

However, after several rounds of fighting, the two still did not gain the upper hand.

On the contrary, Li Changxiao walked in the mortal world, and took the martial arts genius Yu Luosha as his ghost servant, and his sword skills became much better.

The sword was so tricky that it actually scratched the two of them, almost wiping their open necks, and shocked the latter into a cold sweat.

You must know that it is within the range of the compass.

To die is to really die.

The two of them no longer dared to fight in close combat, fearing that they would overturn in the ditch, so they used magic to bombard them.

The Corpse Puppet Sect summoned seven corpses and released a ten-mile swell of poison, which was terrifyingly powerful.

That Zhang Kuo move is even more frightening. When taken seriously, it actually forms a killing field around the body, making one feel like Shura in it.

Only when the two of them got here did they really get serious.

Under the attack of the two men, Li Changxiao was soon unable to resist, and his Jiang Python Sword Intent was no longer enough.

Just when everyone thought he was about to lose.

Only heard between heaven and earth.

There was a roar of dragon!

The river python formed by the sword spirit actually gave birth to two majestic horns!

This is actually a sign of dragon transformation!

"It's unimaginable! After the spiritual energy is exhausted, the sword will actually advance!"

"Is this river python going to transform into a dragon?"

In the distance, the two princes and princesses looked horrified.

Zhang Kuo and the corpse puppet man who were fighting were also shocked. The advantage they had just established was actually faintly offset by the sword intent turning into a dragon.

"Since ancient times, the Dragon Clan has been the most noble."

"It's just a low-grade river python. It doesn't just transform into a dragon."

"Unless...this person has killed a dragon and is stained with dragon blood!"

The divine fortune teller narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.

This person who suddenly broke into the chess game gave him another surprise.

"Xiaohu, go help them." The fortune teller said to Scholar Hu.

The full name of Scholar Hu is Chen Xiaohu. He first studied Confucianism and Taoism. He cultivates his moral character and cultivates his character. One word can determine the world.

Later, I don't know which tendon went wrong, and I tempered my body halfway, and I also created a body of ten thousand monsters, with infinite strength and full of monster aura.

I saw Chen Xiaohu nodded, with a serious expression, long black hair flying, and purple threads spread out from the center of his eyebrows, forming some kind of pattern, adding a bit of demonic aura to him.

The changes continue.

He took off his shirt, and slowly opened a purple eye in the middle of his chest.

At this moment, his momentum overwhelmed everyone.

The tiger rubbed his leg affectionately.

He touched the tiger's head, then dodged, joined the battlefield, and punched out, like ten thousand demons roaring in unison!

The air in front of the fist made a popping sound because it could not bear the pressure!

This punch hit Qing Ping's sword.

The sword shook crazily and whined, and Li Changxiao was blown away dozens of meters.

Zhang Kuo of Pingtian Temple is a killer and is good at assassinations. The real power of Corpse Puppet Man is the corpse poison and the magic that can only be used by God.

so…

In the realm of Jindan.

Chen Xiaohu's frontal combat effectiveness is much higher than the two of them.

As soon as he took action, everyone was shocked.

Overbearing and evil.

Especially the corpse puppet man. He secretly scolded this boy for being clumsy, and at the same time he was afraid of him.

"Have you ever killed a dragon?" Chen Xiaohu grinned, "Unfortunately, I have killed one too. But... he was hammered to death!"

The words have not yet finished.

He punched the ground with his fist, and the roar of all beasts was heard.

There was a boom.

The entire village collapsed, forming a large semicircular pit!

This kind of fighting power is truly terrifying!

The eyes on Chen Xiaohu's chest emitted an evil light, but at this moment.

He suddenly calmed down.

He began to quote scriptures and recite the words of saints.

In every word and deed, he looks like a great bachelor.

It seems contradictory.

But the risk index is doubling!

In Li Changxiao's eyes, Chen Xiaohu was superimposing buff states on himself.

"Young Confucian...Does this require the power of a sorcerer?"

"It's so scary. If his spiritual energy hadn't been exhausted, how terrifying would his fighting power be?"

Li Tianyu sighed, but his eyes were a bit fiery.

He had almost forgotten.

I was once a proud person!

If he didn't have too many concerns, he would have wanted to join the battle and show off his skills.

Facing the demon scholar Chen Xiaohu, Li Changxiao really began to struggle. The other person's words could affect reality. For example, if he said "draw the ground as a prison," then there would be some kind of adsorption force under Li Changxiao's feet, seriously hindering his actions.

And whenever this happens, not only Chen Xiaohu will come to kill, but also the zombie man's flying head and Zhang Kuo's dagger will show no mercy.

But Li Changxiao is not bad either.

It was as if he could predict the other person's thoughts in advance.

Always respond in advance.

This is where the three of them got annoyed.

I clearly feel that the opponent is not strong, but I have been unable to take it down. Not only that, I am also tightly restrained.

They don't know.

This is one of the abilities that Li Changxiao developed himself.

Sometimes dreams can be seen as a thought, an idea, a moment of subconsciousness...

And these things.

As long as Li Changxiao concentrates, he can capture them.

It is precisely because of this that he can accurately defend against Zhang Kuo's attacks on Zhao Qing.

This made Zhang Kuo angry, and he simply gave up attacking Zhao Qing and turned around to kill him first.

However, even if he could predict it in advance.

With the joint efforts of the three, there will always be places that cannot be defended.

He took Chen Xiaohu's punch, and Zhang Kuo's blade slashed his cheek.

The Corpse Puppet Man took the opportunity to control the poison gas to corrode Li Changxiao.

However, Li Changxiao's wine was soaked with Yaohuang ginger, which is the most yang thing in the world, and it can be said that it is just perfect to restrain the Corpse Puppet Man.

This made the Corpse Puppet Man at a loss, and he was angry and helpless.

Bang bang bang!

There were several more confrontations.

Li Changxiao dodged several attacks by leaning to the side, stepped back a few steps, and drank a big gulp of wine. The wine flowed down his chin and neck, and stained the white clothes on his chest.

He sheathed the sword.

He pulled it out quickly later!

It was so fast that he couldn't see clearly.

Zhang Kuo felt a sudden sweetness in his throat...

He felt something was flowing out of his neck quickly. He felt something was not good. He covered his neck with both hands and felt the warm and wet touch.

The smell of rust... filled his nose.

His eyes widened and he felt incredible.

He suddenly panicked.

He never thought that this attack might cost him his life.

The blood flowed more and more, and the spiritual energy couldn't stop it.

He first glanced at Chen Xiaohu and the corpse puppet man, and found that they were also horrified and didn't understand the situation.

Then he glanced at Li Changxiao standing opposite.

The man in white clothes, drinking wine, but with an unusually cold look, also glanced at him at this moment.

He seemed to be mumbling, "A top-ranked killer is worth fifty taels."

"What... when? How is that possible?"

Zhang Kuo couldn't figure it out. As a top-ranked killer, he had killed all kinds of geniuses, but he had never seen anyone's swordsmanship that could silently wipe off his neck!

It is absolutely impossible for such a person to exist in this world!

He firmly believed it.

In fact, his judgment was correct.

Li Changxiao's swordsmanship was just average, and he couldn't wipe off Zhang Kuo's neck in an instant.

If he really had this ability, everyone present would have died long ago.