My brother is too strong

Lu Shaoqing's smug smile made Ao Changdao feel unexplainably angry.

shameless.

He suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked coldly, "Have you been hiding your strength?"

"why?"

"Why? Of course it's for now!" Lu Shaoqing's words made Ao Changdao's scalp tingle, and a chill ran down his spine to Tianling Gai, "Did you know that we would come here?"

"Anyone with a bit of a brain can guess it, right?" Lu Shaoqing's smile made Ao Changdao even more upset, as if he had seen through everything.

Looking at Lu Shaoqing was like seeing a fox wagging its tail, showing cunning everywhere.

He gritted his teeth, "Don't get complacent too early. Do you think you can beat me by hiding your strength?"

"I'm stronger than him, and I'm in the fourth level of the middle stage of the transformation of the gods." Ao Changdao said with a touch of pride in his tone.

Although there is a small gap between the masters, it is almost like the gap between heaven and earth.

Lu Shaoqing pretended to be surprised, "Is it so strong?"

Then he hesitated and asked, "Can we just leave it like this? Give me a chance, I want to be a good person."

"How about treating it as a misunderstanding between everyone?"

Ao Changdao sneered, "The matter has come to this point, if it were you, would you agree?"

"Of course I don't agree!" Lu Shaoqing's words were so direct, and Ao Changdao almost couldn't catch his breath with his confident look.

Ao Seng reminded, "Stop talking nonsense with him, kill him quickly."

Then Ao Seng closed his eyes and went to heal his wounds, he couldn't bear it any longer.

Lu Shaoqing's sword intent was violent, like a reckless bull rampaging in his body, as if it wanted to smash his body into pieces before giving up.

Ao Changdao looked at Lu Shaoqing coldly, revealing a deep killing intent.

"It's not fair, you are so strong, why don't you let me stab you with ten swords and eight swords first?"

At this time, he was still fooling around, as if he didn't take him seriously.

A small hammer appeared in Ao Changdao's hand.

A strong breath emanated, as if holding a hill, giving people heavy pressure.

With the weapon in hand, Ao Changdao was full of arrogance and confidence, and proudly introduced his weapon, "The green wood obsidian hammer, the sixth-grade level, my natal magic weapon, has been nourished by me for hundreds of years, and countless enemies have been killed. It was pounded into a pulp."

"Today, it's your turn, and I will beat you into a pulp."

Even if he is an elder of the Ao family, there is only one magic weapon of the sixth grade, and he regards it as a treasure.

Introducing it to Lu Shaoqing now also has a meaning of showing off.

Lu Shaoqing looked at the drooling flow, and Grandma Li's was a sixth grade again.

Is the sixth-grade magic weapon already a standard equipment for Huashen?

Lu Shaoqing looked down at the Mo Jun sword in his hand. It was still a fifth-rank magic weapon, and it was still in transition, and it was still close to the sixth-rank.

"What a baby."

Lu Shaoqing's words made Ao Changdao feel even more proud, hmph, you country bumpkin, you haven't seen anything good.

"Sell it, how many spirit stones can you sell?"

This sentence stunned Ao Changdao, what does it mean?

Then he saw Lu Shaoqing pointing his sword at himself, and shouted, "Dao, hand over the hammer in your hand, or I will give you a hammer."

The sound rolled like thunder, and it also reached the ears of Yu Ji and others.

Yu Ji and the others were dumbfounded.

At this point, do you still think about robbery?

No wonder he despised Zhou Yixiu.

It turns out that 50 spirit stones are really a small matter.

Ao Changdao was so angry that he even used his own weapon?

However, he glanced at the Mo Jun sword in Lu Shaoqing's hand, and immediately chuckled, "So it's a broken sword."

relieved.

A poor man.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a little black man popping out from the surface of Mo Junjian.

Mo Jun jumped out, pointed at Ao Changdao and cursed, "Old guy, who are you scolding?"

"You are the broken sword. Your whole family is broken swords. By the way, your old lady is broken shoes."

Sword, sword spirit?

Ao Changdao was dumbfounded.

A sword spirit who can still curse?

He couldn't help but look down at the hammer in his hand, although there was already that sign, but until now there was no birth tool spirit.

He also worked hard for this for a long time, but there was no movement for a long time, and he almost found a female hammer for the hammer.

Now, what does he see?

Seeing a fifth-grade sword, a cheap sword spirit was born.

This unscientific.

Such a quality gave birth to the spirit of the instrument, what does it mean?

It shows that the sword in Lu Shaoqing's hand is higher and better than his hammer.

Thinking that I still despised Lu Shaoqing just now.

Ao Changdao was embarrassed at first, but then the embarrassment turned into anger and killing intent.

Sure enough, there is what kind of master there is, and there is what kind of sword spirit.

"Death to me!"

Mo Jun yelled, "Damn!"

"I became angry from embarrassment. The boss hacked him to death. I will eat his hammer."

Ao Changdao became even angrier when he heard the words, and shouted loudly.

"Qingfeng Yin!"

The spiritual power in the body was continuously poured into the green wood obsidian hammer. The surface of the green wood obsidian hammer flashed a blue light, and it stretched against the wind, turning into a Haotian giant hammer, and fell heavily towards Lu Shaoqing.

The strong wind howled, the sky shook, and the cyan light gathered to form a cyan storm with a huge roar.

Seeing the huge hammer falling towards her, Lu Shaoqing became angry and cursed, "Do you think I'm Ciba?"

I was poked by the Holy Master as a glutinous rice cake, because I couldn't beat him.

You kind of thing also want to treat me as a glutinous rice cake?

"The first move of the Pig-killing Sword Art!"

You will shout, and I will shout too.

The first form of the Immortal Sword Art.

Stars fall!

With a swing of the sword, the sky and the earth turned pale.

Time seemed to pass from day to night in an instant.

Countless stars appeared above the sky, and the stars were dotted with faint light.

Suddenly, a star erupted with dazzling light, as if it had become the sun, and a bright light descended from the sky.

The light draws a terrifying trajectory, like piercing through the void, crossing thousands of miles of natural moats, filled with a terrifying atmosphere, and descending into the world.

The more stars there are, the more powerful they are. Now with Lu Shaoqing's strength, only one star can cast light, but it is enough to deal with Ao Changdao.

The light shot towards the cyan storm, hitting the center of the storm.

"Boom!"

Intense energy was released, and the area within ten miles was shrouded in terrifying energy, and the powerful impact wreaked havoc.

The cyan storm formed by the sixth-grade magic weapon, the green wood obsidian hammer, was annihilated, and Ao Changdao was swallowed before he could resist. The powerful impact made Ao Changdao groan, and his whole body was blown away...