Daji and Xiao Qiao spoke in unison, turned to Wang Xiaojian and said, "Master, this old man is powerful, Daji and you will deal with him together."

"Sexy, and Xiao Qiao. Xiao Qiao will fight with you!"

This is the most powerful person in the foreign team.

They want to fight with him.

However, Wang Xiaojian's eyes shone brightly, he smiled casually, and said, "How can we join forces for a mere old man? Daji, Xiao Qiao, just watch, I will kill him myself for my husband."

Wang Xiaojian is a slut, but he also has a passionate side.

The stronger the enemy, the more he feels the blood boil.

Nie Zhuo, the king in front of him, is three points stronger than the Kui Mi he killed, and his cultivation is also higher than him.

But Wang Xiaojian is eager to use his own strength to defeat him.

rather than relying on others.

Even Daji and Xiao Qiao.

Wang Xiaojian asked Daji and Xiao Qiao to stay where they were, and then a light flashed in his hand, holding the Burning Sky Sword in his hand.

Holding the Fentian Xuanjian in his hand, his eyes were sharp, and the golden wings of true energy on his back spread out, and flew towards Nie Zhuo.

Although Xiao Qiao and Daji were worried about Wang Xiaojian, they were afraid that he would get hurt.

However, seeing his persistent appearance, he gritted his teeth secretly and stayed.

They stayed where they were, fighting for him.

But two pairs of beautiful eyes fell on Wang Xiaojian's body without blinking.

Once Wang Xiaojian was in danger, they immediately took action.

In the sky, Nie Zhuo, the elder of King's Gate, floated in his white robe and sleeves.

He brewed an incomparably terrifying aura, surrounded by formations, and the rich fire energy was aroused and burned into a raging fire.

And he was in the fire, but he was not hurt.

His face was ruthless, full of murderous intent, but when Wang Xiaojian flew towards him holding the Burning Heaven Sword.

He turned towards Wang Xiaojian with an expression of surprise on his grim old face, and said, "Zhuzi, those two witches, although they are not the old man's opponents, they are quite strong, and you don't need their help?! Could it be that you still want to rely on them?" Is my own strength against this old man?"

He said "Zhuzi" all the time, his words were full of contempt.

As an elder of the king's sect outside the territory, he also has such confidence.

In this southeast region, no one can fall into his eyes.

Even if the person in front of him is the young Emperor Wu, his talent, even in Zhonglanyu, where there are many talents, is a genius.

However, a dead genius is nothing.

In Nie Zhuo's eyes, Wang Xiaojian is dead.

He will be amazed by the peerless arrogance of Zhonglanyu.

But for the dead, no!

Wang Xiaojian held the Fentianxuan Sword in his hand, and on his handsome face, the corner of his mouth raised a sneering arc, saying: "How can you kill a chicken with a bull's knife, and kill you an old dog. I am more than enough for myself."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully taunting. King points +8!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the aboveboard ridicule. King points +18!"

Facing the elders of Wangwangmen, Wang Xiaojian is fearless.

The other party called him Shuzi, and he directly called him an old dog.

Conceiving the other body in the same way also made the clear and clear voice of the system resound in his mind.

Nie Zhuo was furious.

He is an elder of the King's Sect, and when he came to this southeast region, even his enemies, those golden-armored martial emperors, treated him politely and feared him endlessly.

But the young man in front of him called him an old dog over and over again.

Nie Zhuo gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead were exposed.

The anger in his heart was like the eruption of a volcano in Jingmen, and he shouted at Wang Xiaojian.

"You bastard, this old man wants your life! Roar!"

Nie roared loudly, and the breath on his body was brewing to the extreme.

He raised his hand, towards Wang Xiaojian's direction, and shot again.

A huge energy palm print appeared in the sky.

Terrible power moved the wind and clouds, and suppressed Wang Xiaojian's head.

Nie Zhuo, the elder of King's Gate, had a terrifying aura.

And the palm technique he used was also very powerful, enough to kill Xu Xu Duoduo, the Martial Emperor powerhouse.

However, Wang Xiaojian showed no fear.On the handsome face, the eyes shot out a sharp light.

With a clenched fist, he activated the ancient martial arts, the Ancient Emperor's Fen Yan Jue.

The majestic power poured into the body, and then poured into the Fentian Xuanjian, causing the Fentian Xuanjian to transform into a ten-foot-long golden sword glow.

Wang Xiaojian raised the Fentianxuan sword in his hand, and slashed fiercely towards the oncoming palm print.

The golden sword energy transformed into a ten-foot awn, which collided with the majestic and vast palm wind in the sky.

Energy of two different attributes intertwined in the sky, and then exploded with a "boom".

The terrifying energy shock wave sent Wang Xiaojian and Nie Zhuo's bodies flying backwards.

Nie Zhuo withdrew Shizhang.

Wang Xiaojian withdrew fifteen feet away.

However, although Wang Xiaojian retreated five feet more, his breath was long and his black hair was flying.

Seeing Wang Xiaojian's appearance, Nie Zhuo was surprised.

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