"Are they worried about me?" Meng Xing thought to himself, stepping into the valley lightly.
"Who?" The fifth-grade master of Jue Shen Sect flew over and stopped in front of Meng Xing.
"Who are you?" He looked alert and continued to ask. He felt a powerful aura from the people.
Meng Xing did not suppress his strength, and let the momentum emanate from his body.
"Meow!" A cat appeared and pounced on Meng Xing. The demon soul emerged from the cat. Looking at the fifth-grade master of the Jue Shen Sect, he said: "My master is here, his name is Bai Xia.
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The cat's eyes flashed, and he looked at Meng Xing happily, saying, "Master, you are finally here. This guy wants to kill Miss Xiao." It took the army of the fifth-grade master of the Jue Shen Sect.
The cat demon thought about it just now, but the fifth-grade master was too powerful, which made it dare not come out and jump around. With the support at this moment, he naturally was not afraid.
Everyone from Zhenwu Sect looked here, and they were also extremely surprised.
Bai Xia appeared, and everyone was saved today. Xiao Yuluo and Liu Shiyun also looked at each other, and both of them were a little excited.
Yao Jianyu and Gu Qingzhuo were also extremely excited. They were all members of the Baixia organization, and they were also guessing in their hearts that Baixia must have come to save them.
However, this is a secret, so it is naturally difficult to go up to recognize each other at this moment.
Meng Xing kicked the cat demon, said hoarsely, "Your strength is too low, get out of here! I will naturally deal with him."
"Meow!" The demon soul entered the cat, and the cat demon ran aside with grievance. His strength was too low and he was actually disliked.
"Bai Xia? I haven't heard of your name. Which sect are you from?" The fifth-grade master of Jue Shen Sect said coldly.
"There is no sect and no sect! I, Bai Xia, are alone, why do you need a sect?" Meng Xing said.
"Get out! My Jue Shen Sect is here to do things. Don't come and die if you have nothing to do!" said the fifth-grade master.
"I heard that an ancient tomb appeared here, and some peerless treasure appeared. Those people fought so fiercely, they must be fighting for the treasure." Meng Xing stared at the four or five people still fighting in the air.
Master Dukong is only in the fifth grade of the bitter sea realm, but facing the fourth grade master, he is unexpectedly powerful. He beats Mo Tu of the Blood Demon Sect to be extremely frustrated and often has to dodge the backlash of his reversal of his qi.
Ding Yifei fought against Youtianqi, the Jue Shenzong, and Xiong Zun of the Demon Clan, although he could not win for the time being, it was difficult to lose. He had a variety of tricks, including fireball, ice sealing, stagnation, lightning, thunder rushing, etc.
, the people who are forced to get closer have to retreat every time.
"Hey! Do you want to participate in the battle between the fourth-grade masters? Are you looking for death, right? If you want to die, just try the power of my Jue Shen Sect first!" The fifth-grade master sneered.
He said to Yu Wuhao next to him: "Go and kill this person!"
"Yes, elder!" Yu Wuhao said, and his body moved, and he punched Meng Xing.
Meng Xing punched casually, and the energy burst. With a bang, Yu Wuhao flew backwards at a faster speed, hitting the ground, spewing blood, twitching and unable to get up, and was beaten to death.
"Do you want him to die?" Meng Xing said lightly.
Meng Xing wanted to deal with this guy who had been jumping happily in the ancient tomb. Now that the other person hit the gun, he was naturally not polite.
"You..." The fifth-grade master actually wanted Yu Wuhao to test it. Who knew that the guy who didn't show his face in front of him knocked him down with one punch.
He held the sword, collapsed his energy, slashed out with one sword, and came to Meng Xing.
Meng Xing's aura is actually the peak of the fifth-level realm, but his most powerful is his unrevealed physical strength and strong body.
Meng Xing swung his fist and pounded it hard. When the qi collided with the opponent's sword, the power that had condensed its body suddenly surged out, just like a bombardment of a giant mountain. The qi exploded, and with a loud bang, the opponent flew backwards.
He plowed two deep pits on the ground with his feet before he stabilized his body.
"You... are you a master in the fourth level?" The fifth level master's face changed.
The punch just now was already a force comparable to the fourth-grade divine will, making it almost impossible for him to resist.
"No!" Meng Xing said casually.
"No?" The fifth-grade master breathed a sigh of relief, and a trace of ferociousness appeared on his face. Since it was not, he could use his ultimate move and kill the other party in one fell swoop.
He slashed out three consecutive swords, and the sword energy rushed, emitting extremely hot aura, condensed the scorching sun in the air, and rushed towards Meng Xing.
"Go to die!"
boom!
Meng Xing swung his fist and used the power of his pure body to blew the scorching sun. As sparks flew everywhere, he appeared beside the other party, pressing his elbow against the other party's chest.
"Oh!" The fifth-grade master suddenly had a purple face, his eyes were bulging, and he was under unbearable weight. With a bang, his body flew backwards. He didn't know how many bones were broken on his chest and ribs, and he fell softly to the ground.
Can't get up.
"You...you don't talk about martial ethics!" He said with difficulty while spitting out blood.
This is not the power of the fifth-grade Yuehai Realm. I am afraid that even the masters of the fourth-grade God's artistic conception will find it difficult to withstand the attack of this Bai Hero.
The other party said that it was not the fourth level, so he probably deliberately deceived him.
Meng Xing was too lazy to pay attention to him, and without punching him to death, it was considered a bargain. This was also because he was worried that Jue Shenzong would take his anger on Zhenwu Sect and kill Zhenwu Sect. Before he had enough strength to fight Jue Shenzong, he would also
You can't offend the other party to death.
At this time, the battle between Master Dukong and Mo Tu changed. Master Dukong lacked his cultivation, his energy in his body consumed a lot, and the power of reciting Buddha's words was also weakened. He was bombarded by Mo Tu several times, hitting him with a few punches.
He kept retreating, finally got hit and was seriously injured.
Mo Tu wanted to kill him, and a man in black and wearing a straw hat suddenly appeared in front of him and stopped him from taking action.
"This master has been seriously injured, do you still want to kill him?" Meng Xing said.
"I'm Maduo killing people, and I always kill them if I want to." Moduo snorted, "Who are you? You don't even dare to show your true face."
Mo Tu just now was just now just now, just looking at the battle with Master Dukong, so naturally he didn't pay attention to the things around him.
"Bai Hero!" Meng Xing said.
"So you are the guy who destroys the good things of the Demon Heaven Ancestor. The Demon Heaven Ancestor has already told me that if you meet you, you will definitely kill you with one sword!" Mo Tu said.
Meng Xing frowned and understood the relationship. The people from the Red Clothing Demon Sect killed Zhenwu Sect. It was indeed the commander of the Blood Demon Sect. The Demon Heaven Ancestor was not dead, but the Yin Demon body was suppressed.
In the sword pool, he was finally destroyed by himself using the Tianji Sword.
It seems that the ancestor of Demon Heaven and the ancestor of Jianwu were seriously injured when they fought. After so many years, they slowly recovered and wanted to retrieve the body of Yin Demon. Now the body of Yin Demon is gone. This demon
It will take longer for the ancestor Tian to recover to his heyday.
Mo Tu said, "Boy, I know the truth. Let me kill this monk first, and then let's fight again."
"You take action!" Meng Xing said.
"It seems you are ungrateful! Then kill you first, then kill this monk." Mo Tu snorted coldly, waved his hands, and the black aura gushed out of his hands to form a stream, like a rushing river, facing him
Meng Xing bombarded and left.
Meng Xing suddenly appeared in front of him, and he avoided the powerful aura at a very fast speed, swung his fist, and pounded his hands hard.
"Hmph! A trick of eagle!" Mo Tu turned his hands, his energy was erect, his arm muscles bulged, and he punched him.