The moment the huge palm phantom appeared, accompanied by Zhang Xiaopang's deep shout, Hong Xin's expression suddenly changed tremendously.

Because in this phantom, he felt a violent power of cultivation, which came from the perfect fusion of magic and his own power!

"Bang!"

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As the explosion echoed, Nan Xuyang's body suddenly trembled, and an incredible look appeared in his eyes. He did not expect that the power of this strange magic was so powerful!

He has always been very confident in Hong Xin, or Nanfeng’s disciples are like this!

However, in the explosion, Hong Xin only felt a tingling pain all over his body. Under the strong impact force, the tendons and veins on his body were directly broken, spewing out a mouthful of blood, and flew backwards with the fluctuations of cultivation, and hit the ground.

"Your grandma, how dare you want to kill me!"

Zhang Xiaopang could feel that Hong Xin's previous attack on him was to kill him with one blow! After rushing out in anger, he turned into a rainbow and rushed into the sky. Another sound fell from the sky, with his "strong" body, he sat directly on Hong Xin's back.

With a creaking sound, Hong Xin's waist was cut off. Before he could make a sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out again.

"I told you to kill me, I will crush you to death, and I will sit to death!"

Zhang Xiaopang sat up and down on Hong Xin's back, and every time he sat down, Hong Xin would spit out a mouthful of blood. Whenever he wanted to beg for mercy and hiss, he was swallowed directly by blood. He wanted to raise his hand to beg for mercy, but his tendons and veins all over his body were broken and he could not move at all. He could only let Zhang Xiaopang torture him.

"Haha, it's Mount Tai again!"

"This is the real thing about Mount Tai, sit down to death!"

The monks from Xifeng cheered at this moment, and their voices echoed in a low voice, making Nan Xuyang's expression even more ugly, and the embarrassment and anger were all revealed, which was very complicated.

Since what happened in Zizhu Forest, Zhang Xiaopang has changed. He will no longer give the enemy any chance to turn things around, and this time it is the same.

Prince Dong did not stop him, and so did Bei Taixuan. But Nan Xuyang felt that Hong Xin had become a useless person, so he did not come forward to stop him.

First, because no leader is allowed to intervene in the cultivation competition, and second, Nan Xuyang knew that Yichen had changed and knew that if he took action to stop him at this moment, he would definitely be stopped by Yichen, and he might be ridiculed by Yichen. In this way, Nan Xuyang's face would be even more unaware of where to put it.

In fact, this is the case. If it were before, Yichen had already spoken to stop him. But this time he would not. He felt that since Nanfeng did not leave a way for Xifeng's disciples, he would not leave a way for Nanfeng's disciples.

Now his eyes were always on Nan Xuyang. Although his expression was plain, his eyes were extremely sharp, as if he was telling Nan Xuyang that as long as he dared to intervene, he would not show mercy.

Nan Xuyang knew very well his cultivation. Since the cultivation of Bei Taixuan and Dong Prince were not Yichen's opponents, he himself was even less likely to be Yichen's opponents.

The drunken Yan felt relieved, grinned, looked at Yang Hao, and said, "Is this what you said is the top seventh level of Qi gathering?"

Yang Hao's expression seemed extremely shocked. He had no idea what kind of strange magic tricks the so-called downward pressure on Mount Tai was. He even suspected that this magic was invented by Zhang Xiaopang, the big fat man himself. But the power of this magic did shock him.

Facing the words of Zuimeiyan, his lips squirmed and said, "This... what kind of magic is so powerful."

Zuimeiyan pinched Yang Hao for a moment, and Yang Hao took two steps back in pain.

"What is ghost magic? It is called Taishan's top!" The drunken swallow's voice seemed to roar, and when it fell into everyone's ears, these people seemed to start talking about this strange - Taishan's top!

The first thing that was curious about Taishan's top was the disciples of Dongfeng. They looked at Zhang Xiaopang one by one, but their minds echoed above the previous Taishan's top technique. Although the seemingly simple five fingers grabbed the void, turned into fists, and then turned into palms. Even though it was this monotonous and not exaggerated action, according to their inference, this technique must contain endless laws of heaven and earth, so that they could emit such force. However, they had no impression of the Taishan's top technique.

"Taishan is pressing down on the top? Why have you never heard of this technique?"

"This funny magic name is very consistent with this little fat body shape."

"Zhang Xiaopang, let's just change it to Zhang Dapang."

Dongfeng's disciples were talking behind Prince Dong. But Prince Dong did not answer their words, because he himself did not know how to explain this Taishan suppression technique to them.

The same is true for Beifeng's disciples. Although they were stopped by Bei Taixuan before, a novel and unique magic trick would indeed arouse their curiosity. However, no cultivator dared to question Bei Taixuan's aura, except Wu Zhongqiang.

Wu Zhongqiang naturally felt that the Taishan Mountain Pressing Sword was not as good as the Heaven-Slaying Art he practiced, but he had never heard of this technique before.

Wu Zhongqiang said: "Master, I have never heard of this magic called Taishan's top pressing. What kind of magic is this?"

In fact, although Bei Taixuan had a sense of familiarity with this technique, he had never heard of the four names of Taishan Pingding. The reason why she felt familiar was because she had seen Wuheng send it out before. However, she could not remember it for a moment. What's more important is that Wuheng's magic was not called Taishan Pingding at all.

The name of Mount Tai is determined by Zhang Xiaopang, Lei Xiao and Zuimeiyan.

However, answering Wu Zhongqiang's curiosity has become a habit. Even though she doesn't know the four words "Taishan" pressing the top, she roughly speculated something and said: "I feel familiar with this technique, but compared to the Heaven-Slaying Art you practice, it is not a strange technique... but this technique also contains certain laws of heaven and earth, and the multiplier is higher than the Fire Snake Technique. Therefore, when the two techniques come into contact, the scene you see now will appear."

Wu Zhongqiang did not continue to ask questions. Although he seemed to understand, he knew Bei Taixuan's temper. Since he had no way to explain, if he broke the casserole and asked to the end, Bei Taixuan would fall into an embarrassing situation. Once Bei Taixuan fell into an embarrassing situation, Wu Zhongqiang would not have any good ending. Even in this competition of cultivation, he would not do anything to Wu Zhongqiang, but after returning to Beifeng, he would suffer some injuries!

Zhang Xiaopang was still drinking heavily and kept sitting on Hong Xin's back with his heavy body. The bones sometimes made a broken sound, and blood kept spurting out of Hong Xin's mouth. At some point, the blood he was about to spurt choked all over his face, causing bleeding from his seven orifices.

Before, Zhang Xiaopang could feel slightly struggling in Hong Xin. Even though that kind of action was very subtle, it could almost be ignored.

But at this moment, Zhang Xiaopang could no longer hear Hong Xin's humbleness, and he didn't even feel the slight struggle. All he felt was Hong Xin's stiff body.

Zhang Xiaopang knew that Hong Xin was dead, so he stood up and looked at Nan Feng Nan Xuyang, saying, "Notify the family and carry it away!"

"Win! Win!"

As Zhang Xiaopang's words echoed, these disciples of Xifeng suddenly cheered with joy, and their voices fell into Nan Xuyang's ears, making Nan Xuyang's expression even more ugly.

Zhang Xiaopang enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by such a cluster. He felt that he had an invisible halo around him. He turned to look at these disciples of Xifeng. He was so narcissistic that he looked extremely gentlemanly and bowed.

"Thank you for your kindness. As the handsomest Xifeng, I will continue to work hard in the future."

Zhang Xiaopang's words made the Zuimeiyan almost burst into laughter.

Xie Wuchang gave him a look and let him understand it by himself.

Even Yang Hao showed contemptuous eyes.
Chapter completed!