After seeing the middle-aged Taoist priest taking action, Si Qingqing, who fell to the ground, lowered his eyes darkly, and felt an indescribable loss and sadness in his heart.
She didn't think there was anything wrong with the death of two baseball caps, but this man came to save him, so she couldn't stay indifferent.
She wanted to stand up and stop her, but her body was as limp as mud, which made her unable to raise any strength at all.
Just when Si Qingqing was about to close her eyes and couldn't bear to see the scene of Xiao He's tragic death, she saw a huge black shadow flying over her head.
What? The middle-aged Taoist priest was actually knocked back.
"Bang!" With a loud bang, the middle-aged Taoist priest fell heavily to the ground. His eyes were dull and his face was horrified. He couldn't believe that the young man who looked weak would be so strong.
You should know that you are physical cultivation, which is equivalent to the mid-stage strength of the martial artist’s mysterious level!
There is also the old Taoist Goat Hu. He knows how strong his disciple's defense is. Even his general magic attacks are ineffective against him. How could he be beaten away with such an easy punch?
He couldn't help but start looking at Xiao He again. There was endless violence in his originally empty and gloomy eyes, and he said coldly: "Qizaru, don't hold back."
The middle-aged Taoist priest slowly got up, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, stomped his feet suddenly, and recited a strange spell from his mouth, as if he was activating some kind of secret technique.
The middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly raised its veins, and his face was instantly covered with blue-black runes. His whole body looked like it had expanded, turning into a big man more than two meters tall.
It was like his name, and it looked like a furious ape.
Xiao He narrowed his eyes slightly, and he swallowed the last piece of Roujiamo in one bite, "The secret technique of sacrificing oneself?"
"Haha, it finally made me a little motivated."
The so-called secret technique of sacrificing one's body is also a kind of Taoist technique. By using one's own body as a spell, the power of the earth's veins can be used to infinitely increase one's own defense and attack strength.
A fierce light like a wolf was shot in the middle-aged Taoist priest's eyes. He didn't say anything nonsense and rushed towards Xiao He again. This time his speed increased several times compared to what he had just happened. Wherever he stepped on, the blue bricks and stone slabs under his feet.
, shattered into slag.
Suddenly, he punched out, and the huge fist force was empty, making his fist look like a tornado eye. Si Qingqing, who was in the alley, was directly swept up and knocked unconscious by the strong wind.
superior.
"Die me!" the middle-aged Taoist priest roared violently.
With his speed and explosive power, he was confident that his punch could penetrate any defense of Xiao He, and even knocked Xiao He's heart before Xiao He's counterattack came.
Xiao He grinned and did not dodge. He also punched out with one punch. Although the secret technique of sacrificing one's own life is powerful, he is still just a younger brother in front of his Xuantian Body Refining Art.
"Bang!" With a loud bang, the two fists intersected, as if a grenade exploded.
The space where the two were in was almost broken into pieces by their fists.
Suddenly, a figure suddenly flew backwards, and it was still the middle-aged Taoist priest. At this time, he was even worse than before. He saw that his right fist had completely turned into paste at the wrist.
He flew backwards for more than ten meters. When the goatee stepped forward to check, the middle-aged Taoist priest's chest had been blown open, and it was obviously beyond help.
The goatee was furious and furious. He shouted loudly: "Boy, you are so brave. How dare you kill my disciples of Tianluomon."
This middle-aged Taoist priest is not only very talented in practicing Taoism, but also his only direct disciple. Over the years, the old Taoist Goat Hu has made many enemies. He knows that when he can't beat him, he will inevitably be revenge by his enemies. This middle-aged Taoist priest is his use
Come to guard against enemies.
But now, the middle-aged Taoist priest was killed by Xiao He with a punch, how could he not be angry?
"Just kill me! Old man, if you don't accept me, I will kill you!" Xiao He said as if no one was around.
Judging from the old-fashioned style of doing things just now, this is a vicious man who treats human life as if he is a mustard of grass. Since the other party does not take other people's lives seriously, then Xiao He will naturally not take his lives seriously.
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"Okay, okay!" The goatee said three good words, each of which seemed to be squeezed out from the gap of teeth, extremely cold.
"Boy, I will use your head to pay tribute to my disciples, and I will also use your soul to light the sky lanterns so that you will never be reborn."
Xiao He took out a tissue, wiped the oil stains on the corner of his mouth, and said indifferently: "Old man, just beat me if you want to, don't say these useless ones."
"Haha!" The goatee smiled coldly, and suddenly he pointed his right sword at Xiao He.
The peach wood sword behind him shot towards Xiao He like lightning.
Although this peach wood sword is just a wooden sword, the sword body emits a murderous aura that is colder than gold and iron, and a blood mist condensed on the tip of the sword, like a poisonous snake's letter.
, creepy.
This blood mist is the blood evil energy refined by the goat-husband old Taoist, who uses the essence and blood of ninety-nine warriors. As long as it is stabbed, even the earth-level warriors will be eroded and instantly turn into a ball of dry bones.
Of course, his curse at Xiao He was not aimless, but was using this period of time to cast spells to activate the blood evil spirit. He had seen Xiao He take action. In terms of force alone, he may not be Xiao He's opponent, so he tried to do so
Using this secret move, he accidentally attacked Xiao He.
"Kizaru, wait, let's kill this boy and avenge you." The old Taoist Goat Hu had a ferocious face, as if he had seen the scene of Xiao He turning into a dry bone.
Seeing the blood evil aura on the peach wood sword, Xiao He was not only not afraid at all, but also a little excited, because the blood evil aura was like the earth evil aura, and he could be used to practice.
This is a good thing!
Xiao He stretched out his right palm and pressed against the tip of the peach wood sword that was attacking.
"Haha, you're over your own abilities!" The goatee's old Taoist curled up a smile.
He is really ignorant! His blood evil spirit cannot be blocked by the martial artist's palm technique. In his opinion, Xiao He's approach is like a mantis armed with a chariot and hitting a stone with an egg.
But the next second, what stunned him was that Xiao He's right hand did not turn into a dry bone as he expected. His peach wood sword was actually blocked by Xiao He, and the bloody aura on the tip of the sword was swayed.
, it is still disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
No, it cannot be said to disappear, but was sucked away by Xiao He's palm.
I saw that on Xiao He's right palm, the Yin-Yang pattern suddenly lit up, and two groups of Yin-Yang fish, one black and one white, turned clockwise, swallowing the blood evil energy bit by bit.
The goatee's old Taoist eyelids twitched, "How is this possible!"
He had never seen such a scene that was so despicable in more than 60 years of practicing Taoism. Even the leader of his family probably wouldn't be able to do such a method!