Yin Mingyu really wanted to spit Xiao Yi to death.

Do you want to give me the unlucky title of Crow Mouth until the day you die?

Why don't you get it yourself?

How abominable!

Lan Qi laughed, "Another Half-Step Immortal Emperor?"

"Any more?"

"Taking a step back, even if I come, will I help you?"

Xiao Yi's face also fell.

Indeed.

There is a high possibility that the next Half-Step Immortal Emperor will be from Jin Hua's side, much more likely than from Lu Shaoqing's side.

No matter Lu Shaoqing, Ji Yan, Xiao Yi or the others, it is impossible for them to know more Half-Step Immortal Emperors.

Those who come can only be enemies, not friends.

"Fuck!" came Lu Shaoqing's angry voice, "Don't go too far!"

"You really think I'm afraid of you?"

"I'm just teasing you!"

Everyone shook their heads again, feeling that Lu Shaoqing was being arrogant and that his words were out of order.

"Are you kidding me?" Xu Zhi sneered and punched Lu Shaoqing again.

"You're a white-haired boy, you're so lucky to be alive, how dare you speak nonsense in front of me?"

"What?" Lu Shaoqing suddenly shouted angrily, his voice shaking thousands of miles, like a thunderbolt, "What are you talking about?"

"Buzz!"

The sword light was so violent that Xu Zhi had to retreat, temporarily avoiding its sharp edge.

Lu Shaoqing looked at Xu Zhi fiercely, pointing his sword far away with murderous intent, "What did you call me just now?"

"Give you a chance. It's best to think carefully before speaking."

Lu Shaoqing's fierce look not only did not scare Xu Zhi, but made Xu Zhi furious.

He was forced to retreat by Lu Shaoqing, which was a great shame and humiliation.

"White-haired boy, I think you are looking for death!"

Xu Zhi gritted his teeth and said, "He's covered in white hair, neither fish nor fowl."

"Fuck you." Lu Shaoqing looked up to the sky and screamed. The anger in his body exploded and spread throughout his body, making him want to go crazy.

I knew having white hair and white eyebrows would be laughed at.

Being called like this in public, shame, shame!

Lu Shaoqing looked up to the sky and roared, his voice vibrating, and he was so angry that he decided not to pretend anymore.

What's the difference between calling him Bai Mao and taking off his pants in public?

"I want to kill him!"

Lu Shaoqing swiped his long sword and rushed straight towards Xu Zhi.

"Kill me?" Xu Zhi sneered, "What are you capable of?"

"Don't hide if you have the guts!" Lu Shaoqing shouted, "I didn't hide just now, I hope you won't be scared."

Xu Zhi originally wanted to dodge.

When he heard Lu Shaoqing's words, his thoughts were immediately strangled to death.

Lu Shaoqing didn't hide. If he did, wouldn't it be a joke?

Looking at Lu Shaoqing wielding the Mo Jun Sword, the surface of the Mo Jun Sword was slightly dim, without the radiant temperament of a magic weapon.

It looks like an ordinary weapon.

Thinking of his own strength, he also thought of the situation just now when Lu Shaoqing did not dare to confront him with his long sword.

Xu Zhi's confidence skyrocketed.

What is there to fear about a weak half-step Immortal Emperor?

An ordinary weapon, what's there to be afraid of?

Xu Zhi did not move,

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Facing Lu Shaoqing who was rushing towards him, he clenched his fist and punched him hard.

boom!

One punch shattered the sky.

If it had been before, Lu Shaoqing would have been beaten until he vomited blood and flew backwards.

However, the current punch could not cause any harm to Lu Shaoqing.

The surrounding space collapsed, and the fragments of heaven and earth poured into the distance like a tide.

Lu Shaoqing faced this force and rushed forward. Even if the power of destruction fell on him, he did not waver in the slightest.

Xu Zhi's pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt extremely uneasy.

But at this time Lu Shaoqing had already killed him.

Facing the slashing sword, he could only choose to block it with his bare hands.

The right fist turned into a palm, intending to catch the white blade with one hand.

Seeing the right opportunity, he grabbed it hard.

The surface of Mo Jun's sword flashed with light, and among the black, a touch of gold flashed, like the sharpest existence in the world.

The faint light stung Xu Zhi's eyes deeply.

puff!

With a soft sound, Xu Zhi's palm was cut open like tofu.

Four fingers and half of the palm flew high.

Red blood splashed, falling from the sky, piercing through the enemy.

The blood of the Half-Step Immortal Emperor is also extremely terrifying to the immortals below the Immortal Lord.

This scene shocked everyone.

Xu Zhi watched helplessly as half of his palm flew high into the air, his mind going blank.

what happened?

He, the Half-Step Immortal Emperor, couldn't react for a moment.

Soon, severe pain came, and Xu Zhi couldn't help but scream in pain, "Ah."

The shrill sound spread throughout the world and reached everyone's ears.

It makes everyone's scalp numb.

At the same time, I was also very puzzled.

Although half of his hand was cut off, he didn't scream like this, right?

For cultivators, as long as they reach a certain level of cultivation, rebirth of severed limbs is the most basic thing.

The body can be reorganized at the beginning of the Mahayana period. Although it hurts a little to break off the hands and feet, it won't cause such a scream, right?

Many people are confused and think Xu Zhi is too exaggerated.

Can't bear this little pain?

What kind of half-step immortal emperor is this?

As the person involved, Xu Zhi knew why he shouted so loudly.

Can't control it.

The pain from the wound almost made him faint.

The feeling of the wound was filled with all kinds of sensations, making him feel like the various avenues and rules of heaven and earth collided and exploded at his wound. All kinds of negative feelings penetrated his body and went straight to his soul.

It seemed that his hand was not cut off by a sword, but was punished by God.

Not only that, at the moment of the collision, part of the energy in his body was absorbed, causing his condition to decline.

"Huhu."

After several breaths, Xu Zhi's wailing stopped. He was panting heavily and sweating profusely, as if he had gone through a life-and-death battle.

It took a lot of effort to get rid of all kinds of negative states. His pupils shrank and he looked at Lu Shaoqing's Mo Junjian with deep horror.

"What sword is yours?"

"Pig-killing sword." Yin Mingyu wanted to spray Xiao Yi to death.

Do you want to give me the unlucky title of Crow Mouth until the day you die?
To be continued...