Zhuge Buliang glanced at He Xiaoyun and sighed in his heart. (_) There are countless people like this in the world. He has a face that makes people miserable. It doesn't take more than five minutes to pull him out and shoot him.
He Xiaoyun smiled coldly and said: "A third-rate sect like you should go back early. This is not a place for you to come."
"Get out of here, I feel so sick when I see you!" Zhuge Buliang couldn't stand it any longer and shouted coldly.
"What are you talking about!" He Xiaoyun raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "A third-rate little person, is this your attitude when talking to me? Kneel down!!"
A huge pressure burst out from He Xiaoyun's body and spread towards Zhuge Buliang.[
"Are you great? When did the Zixiao Sect become such a leading figure like you?" Zhuge Buliang glanced at him and was too lazy to say anything more to him.
He Xiaoyun's eyes shrank, a hint of murderous intent loomed, and he shouted: "How can a third-rate little person like you know my name? Kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake, and I can forgive you for knowing it."
Zhuge Buliang smiled and shook his head, thinking that even if there was any medicine, I would not give it to you. This guy is really seriously ill.
"Kneel down and admit your mistake, get out of here quickly!" He Xiaoyun took a step towards Zhuge Buliang with an imposing manner.
Zhuge Buliang narrowed his eyes and said: "Get out, or you will be responsible for the consequences!"
As soon as these words came out, He Xiaoyun was immediately stunned, and the cultivators around him were also a little stunned. Although He Xiaoyun is not a famous figure in Kyushu, he is a rare genius in the Zixiao sect. He is also Jian Piaohong's junior brother, who is on Kyushu.
Some names.
So far, no one has dared to speak to him with such contempt.
"I don't know whether to live or die, Zhang Zui!" He Xiaoyun shouted deeply, curled his fingers into claws, stretched out his hand to grab Zhuge Buliang, and took Zhuge Buliang's Tianling Cap directly.
The claws of his hands were like knives from heaven, even the air was torn into pieces.
Zhuge Buliang remained as still as a stone and directly slapped him with his hand.
The speed was so fast that it was difficult for everyone to recover. Before He Xiaoyun's claws could get close to Zhuge Buliang, he was slapped by Zhuge Buliang and flew away. He rolled dozens of meters away before stopping. He hit a huge piece of ground.
on the rocks.
The rubble flew and swallowed up He Xiaoyun.
Everyone was shocked. He Xiaoyun's cultivation level was not very weak, at least he was at the sixth or seventh level of the Nascent Soul Stage. Moreover, he was a rare genius of the Zixiao Sect, so he must have his own merits. But at the moment, he was being beaten by others.
The slap flew away.
People from the major sects couldn't help but wonder, when did a third-rate small sect like the Yaohai sect appear again with such a leading figure?
Even people like Bai Yu, Bai Xue and Xiong Ba couldn't help but look curiously at them.
"Wow!"
He Xiaoyun flew up from the pile of rocks, his eyes were on fire, his momentum was rolling, and he shouted: "Little brat, you are looking for death!!"
With the surging momentum rolling, He Xiaoyun swooped down, and a fairy sword appeared in his hand. It was sharp and slashed towards Zhuge Buliang's head.
Zhuge Buliang raised his palm again, without any fluctuations, and slapped the fairy sword in He Xiaoyun's hand.[
"Clang!"
With a crisp sound, the fairy sword in He Xiaoyun's hand instantly shattered into iron filings, leaving only the hilt in his hand.
"boom!"
Zhuge Buliang raised his hand and knocked He Xiaoyun out of mid-air, slamming him to the ground.
He moved and appeared directly next to He Xiaoyun, stepping on his chest. It was like a huge mountain falling. He Xiaoyun couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Compared with Jian Piaohong, you are far behind." Zhuge Buliang's voice came out calmly, and he stepped on He Xiaoyun's body, full of domineering.
The cultivators who have stepped on the Nascent Soul Stage make Zhuge Buliang appear majestic.
Everyone was whispering about who this person was. With just one move, He Xiaoyun, a cultivator at the seventh level of the Nascent Soul Stage, was trampled under his feet. And judging from the meaning of his words, it seemed that he was not even a famous figure like Jian Piaohong.
Put it into perspective. When did the Yaohai sect produce such a master?
"You little brat, how dare you touch Grandpa me!!" He Xiaoyun had never experienced such humiliation before, so he immediately opened his mouth and yelled.
"Slap your mouth on those rude words!" Zhuge Buliang shouted loudly, slapping his hands left and right, aiming at He Xiaoyun's face.
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
The clear sound was particularly pleasant, but it made the faces of cultivators from the surrounding major sects change color. They couldn't help but wonder why Xiaoyun was silent. Just now, he was brazen enough to slap others in the mouth, but now he was slapped by the other party. This is a kind of irony.
.
"boom!"
Zhuge Buliang directly flew up and kicked He Xiaoyun away.
"boom!"
He Xiaoyun knocked down several rocks, fell awkwardly into the ruins, and spat out a mouthful of blood again.
"This guy's physical body is also terrifying, and can easily intimidate masters at the Nascent Soul stage."
"The cultivators of the human race are no better than the cultivators of the monster beast clan. There is an innate physical gap. But this person's body is comparable to that of the monster beast clan."
"Another guy with two bodies. How could the Yaohai sect produce such a character? First it was Zhuge Buliang ten years ago, and now it's this guy."
The scene in front of them shocked everyone.[
In the distance, Xiong Ba stood in the void, looking Zhuge Buliang up and down, sticking out his tongue and licking his scarlet lips.
"How come this person's breath is so familiar?" Bai Yu lowered his head and pondered.
Su Xiaobai's eyes fluctuated slightly, the corners of his mouth twitched twice unconsciously, and he whispered: "The disaster is back."
He Xiaoyun flew up, his left and right cheeks were swollen, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. At this moment, his face was full of ferocity, and he stared at Zhuge Buliang with hatred.
"Clang!"
There were two crisp sword sounds, and He Xiaoyun held a fairy sword in each hand, surrounded by fairy light. A dragon's shadow lingered on one sword. A divine tiger faintly jumped on the other sword.
"One of the seven great weapons of the Zixiao Sect, the Dragon Tiger Sword!"
"Ouch!"
"Roar!"
Dragons roared and tigers roared, and strong winds blew.
He Xiaoyun waved the Dragon Tiger Sword and swooped down from mid-air. His peerless sharpness was revealed, and the divine light cut through the void.
Zhuge Buliang stretched out his sleeves and pushed the little monkey and Li Kewei away from him. He raised his feet and walked up into the air.
Taking one step forward, the void trembled.
"puff!"
The peerless edge was shattered, and all of He Xiaoyun's attacks disappeared at this moment.
"Kill!" He Xiaoyun's face was full of ferocity, and the Dragon Tiger Sword slashed out two rays of sword light, almost tearing the space apart.
"boom!"
Zhuge Buliang took the second step again, and the two sword lights shattered instantly, and even the dragon and tiger swords buzzed slightly.
Zhuge Buliang walked against the sky and stepped up step by step. Every step he took could crush He Xiaoyun's attack. After ten steps, the Dragon Tiger Sword in He Xiaoyun's hand almost flew away, and he was shocked to the point where he spat out a mouthful of blood.
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This kind of power shocked everyone. With just a few gestures, he could defeat a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage. Even the Xiong Ba in the distance showed a solemn expression with such a physical body.
"Ouch!"
With a dragon roar, the dragon sword in He Xiaoyun's hand slashed out a phantom of a blue dragon, like a mountain range across the sky, slashing towards Zhuge Buliang.
A small world circulated in Zhuge Buliang's palm, and a palm was stretched out from the void. His palm and the mountain-like dragon shadow must have been simply insignificant. But the small world in his palm covered the sky and the sun.
For a time, the dark sky covered a large area of void.
Zhuge Buliang slapped his hand, and the phantom of the green dragon was shattered. He Xiaoyun was blown away, and scarlet blood flowers scattered.
There was a hint of fear in He Xiaoyun's eyes. It was only at this moment that he realized that he had kicked the iron plate. This ordinary-looking cultivator of the Yaohai sect was definitely not someone he could compete with.
"What? Are you scared? Didn't you ask me to kneel down before?" Zhuge Buliang stood in the sky with his long hair flying, quietly looking at He Xiaoyun opposite.
"cut!"
He Xiaoyun fought with all his strength, crossed the dragon and tiger swords, and pointed at Elder Zhuge Buliang. The two fairy swords turned into the size of mountains and cut across the sky.
He still has a reputation for self-awareness. After witnessing Zhuge Buliang's powerful body, he did not dare to come forward and just hid from a distance to attack.
"Clang!"
Two giant swords crossed and slashed at each other. This kind of attack would be absolutely difficult for an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator to withstand.
Zhuge Buliang stood up, turned the world in his palms, and struck at the two giant swords.
"clang!"
The two giant swords vibrated and almost flew upside down. Zhuge Buliang moved quickly and struck several palms in succession.
With a crisp sound, the cracks on the Dragon Tiger Sword spread like a spider web, covering the entire sword body in an instant.
"Crush it for me!"
Zhuge Buliang struck out again, hitting the Dragon and Tiger Sword. The two giant swords were like broken glass, pieces withered and scattered from the air.
"What! You?" He Xiaoyun's face changed horribly. The Dragon Tiger Sword was his most proud magic weapon, but he didn't want it to be completely shattered in the opponent's hands today.
"Crash!"
The iron chain clanked, and a black chain flew out of He Xiaoyun's body and wrapped around Zhuge Buliang.
This is also one of his proud magic weapons, a choice-level magic weapon.
Zhuge Buliang slapped the black chain in front of him, used both arms to tear the chain into pieces, and threw it away.
"Fuck, he was so overbearing. He tore the Xuanpin magic weapon like a toy."
There was an uproar in the crowd, and everyone looked at Zhuge Buliang in surprise, with stunned expressions and dumbfounded expressions.
"You're going too far!" He Xiaoyun gritted his teeth.
"Hey, you know it's too much. Today I will let you taste the feeling of being humiliated and kneel down for me!!" Zhuge Buliang shouted and slapped him in the air.
A huge wave of momentum hit He Xiaoyun. He Xiaoyun groaned, bent his legs, and knelt firmly on the ground. The ground under his knees cracked, and there was a heart-breaking "click" in the joints of his legs.
"Voices.
"Broken." A cultivator shrank his neck and swallowed hard.
He Xiaoyun knelt on the ground. The pain in his legs made it difficult for him to support himself, and he collapsed to the ground.
Zhuge Buliang took a step forward, came to him, stepped on him, and coldly snorted: "Now you know what it feels like to be humiliated."