"Is that boy a peerless genius? Otherwise, he would have come at such a young age, why are he looking for death?"

"I think that boy is also looking for death, and it's a pity that there are two little beauties!"

Seeing Nie Wushuang and the five men around, the guy who was a little idle and frustrated suddenly started to discuss it, and his words were full of unconcealed contempt.

Nie Wushuang is too lazy to care about these things that have no eyesight. Wouldn't that lose his face?

However, Zhao Longxiang glared at the two people who were discussing over there, and the two cultivators who thought they had a high level of cultivation stopped doing it.

One of them looked less than 1.7 meters and had acne on his face staring at Zhao Longxiang with a vicious look: "Battleman, what are you doing grandpa? Do you want to kneel down to worship your grandpa?"

He speaks mean and tricky, has no human nature, and does not take Zhao Longxiang's two-meter-sized figure seriously.

Nie Wushuang's eyes turned cold in an instant, and Liu Jiang and the other two felt that the air around them began to freeze. Nie Wushuang glanced at Zhao Longxiang indifferently, "Dragon Elephant, don't make a big noise, just fuck you to death!"

Nie Wushuang now ignores others, not because he is afraid. On the contrary, Nie Wushuang is really not afraid of ordinary practitioners. Even a master who has survived a thunder tribulation is the same. However, others provoke him. If he doesn’t teach him a lesson, he really thinks he is a soft persimmon and pinch him as long as he wants?

Zhao Longxiang got Nie Wushuang's approval and nodded heavily. When she stood up, the bones and joints all over her body burst out like firecrackers, which scared the haze young man twenty or thirty meters away from Nie Wushuang.

"It's really a search for death!"

The young man with a vicious eyes instantly turned into a dazzling green light. The green light was filled with sword energy, which filled several feet of space around him. He wanted to solve Zhao Longxiang with one move. Zhao Longxiang's ordinary face was clearly angular. At this moment, it seemed like there was light. The corner of his mouth was pulled into a disdainful arc, and his right fist was clenched tightly, and he punched the coming bright green light without thinking.

Everyone thought that this punch had no effect and would even be killed by the haze young man in seconds. However, the moment Zhao Longxiang took action, the air burst out, and the air around the fist even showed a magnificent ruby ​​color. Obviously, the air began to burn because the punch was too fast.

Zhao Longxiang's fist was surrounded by a layer of blood-red divine light, full of endless murderous aura.

At this moment, the gloomy young man knew that he was finished. He was only a perfect existence in the Three-level Cloud Sky Realm, so where could he compete with Zhao Longxiang?

You should know that Zhao Longxiang is walking in the flow of gods and demons. Once he breaks through a realm, no matter how big or small, his strength increases thousands of times, and he is not something that ordinary practitioners can compete with.

In the eyes of the gloomy young man, he felt that the blood-red fist seemed to break through the boundaries of time and space, covering the space in all directions, and could not move at all. He watched the blood-red fist appear in front of his head. At this moment, another young man with a fair appearance took action in an instant.

The Baijing Youth used a silver-white spear, which was two meters long, and the spear head alone was one foot, shining with a cold light that was extremely cold. You can tell at a glance that the lowest was the Hundred Refining Divine Soldier.

He threw his silver spear at Zhao Longxiang, as fast as lightning and as wind as he was, it was not comparable to ordinary practitioners. Moreover, there was no sound in the sky where the silver spear crossed, which was a bit terrifying. It was even a sound that could be stopped, and it was obviously not an ordinary person.

The sound of "Bang!" was heard. It turned out that there was no sound, but that the speed was too fast, and it was thrown far behind. Nie Wushuang narrowed his eyes and did not realize that the white young man was actually a master.

"Looking for death!" Zhao Longxiang roared, and his voice shook the clouds in the sky, his fist route remained unchanged, and his other hand was in the shape of an eagle claw, wanting to pinch the silver spear.

Zhao Longxiang, who was practicing the body refining of gods and demons, was extremely powerful. He grabbed the spear and threw it out with his backhand. Obviously, he wanted to return it to his body with his own way!

"Praise one, good one!"

Nie Wushuang couldn't help but say ok. After all, Zhao Longxiang's reaction speed was really very fast. It was impossible for ordinary cultivators to have such a fast reaction speed. Now that they have taken the initiative all at once, the pockmarked face cultivator is in danger.

Sure enough, Nie Wushuang guessed correctly. The reaction speed of Maziface was not as fast as Zhao Longxiang’s blood-red fist. As soon as he jumped back, he was hit by the blood-red fist and instantly shot a ball of blood mist out of his chest.

Zhao Longxiang's heart has been blown out, and he can't die anymore.

The young man in white roared and looked at Zhao Longxiang with resentment. The cultivator with pockmarked face was his brother. Although he was not a real brother, he had a very good relationship. He died in front of him so much that he would not go crazy.

"I'm really looking for death. Gods and demons refining body flow, only geniuses who practice qi flow can compete. You are still far from it!"

Nie Wushuang practiced both Qi and Body Refining himself, so he naturally knew the strength of having a divine body. In addition, his powerful magical powers were not something that ordinary cultivators could compete with.

Sure enough, although Bai Jing Young Man practiced a spear well and grabbed the spear that was thrown by Zhao Longxiang, his arm was almost torn off. It is conceivable how powerful Zhao Longxiang's throwing was.

Zhao Longxiang didn't want to waste time, so he stomped his foot on the ground, and a hole several meters in size appeared under his feet, and he had already turned into a blood light and rushed towards Baijing Youth.

"The mouth is not clean, and it always comes at a price!"

Zhao Longxiang said this dryly, and everyone saw that Zhao Longxiang, who was already two meters tall, instantly turned into ten meters tall. It obviously used the magical power of body refining. Countless blood-red fists covered the Baijing Youth. The Baijing Youth had nowhere to hide, and even the silver spear could not protect his body.

I don’t know how many times he was hit by a blood-red fist, and his whole body was broken into pieces, becoming a pool of soft flesh. Zhao Longxiang grabbed the ring and silver spear in his hand and returned to Nie Wushuang and others. Of course, he had already returned to normal human size on the road.

"My grass, he... is actually a god and demon body refining stream, and must be a genius from the God and Demon Sect!"

"Nonsense, isn't he a god or a demon body refining flow? You idiot, don't say I know you!"
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