My eight sisters are the only ones who dote on me, and they are all crazy about supporting their you

Wang Xiaoke sighed and took the Golden Crow back into his sea of ​​consciousness.

"I am indeed exhausted, but it is more than enough to kill an old dog."

"As for why I didn't run away, what a joke. Of course I wanted to kill you to avoid any trouble."

Ao Danhong had an angry look on his face, and he looked like he was looking at a dead person.

"You are about to die, yet you are still talking nonsense!"

"Well, I wanted to give you a quick death, but now I'll punish you with the torment of slow slicing!"

Ao Danhong's body shook, and he suddenly broke through the space and cut his waist and abdomen with the sword.

He was afraid of adding variables and allowing the little beast to take the opportunity to recover his Nascent Soul power. After all, there was Wu Tu outside, and he was afraid that he would come to rescue people.

This kid was so scary. He was out of five against one and yet he managed to kill two of them. Looking back on his entire life, Ao Danhong had never been so frightened.

The sword blade was so cold that it could cut through the void as it slashed straight towards Wang Xiaoke.

Mo Yanyu's pretty face was frosty, and her spiritual power was transferred into Piaomiao Order.

An unparalleled aura gradually emerged between heaven and earth.

Xiao Hei shuddered all over and looked at her with wide eyes.

What a terrifying atmosphere...

Facing Ao Danhong's attack, Wang Xiaoke remained calm. The slight paleness on his face gradually returned to normal.

He took a step forward, the void began to buzz, and his body shot out a thousand meters away.

"Escaped?!"

Ao Danhong's attack missed and his face was full of disbelief.

Wang Xiaoke, who should have been exhausted, actually avoided his sword?

"How can it be!"

Zhan Wuyou and Tong He cried out in surprise, their eyes filled with horror.

Xiao Hei retracted his gaze and said calmly, "I guessed it a long time ago."

"The master is so mean. If he was not sure, he would have run away with us long ago. Why waste time?"

Mo Yanyu breathed a sigh of relief and put the Piaomiao Order into the storage ring.

That peerless aura also melted away like the tide.

"Old dog, I kept you until last because we have to settle some accounts."

Wang Xiaoke smiled brightly, and his muscles and bones seemed to emit the roar of a dragon.

It was as if some shackles were released, and the body exuded endless mystery.

Ancient and sacred.

Ao Danhong noticed something strange: "Do you have a special physique?"

Wang Xiaoke didn't answer, his blood was boiling like a tsunami.

He took a step forward, the air exploded, and the figure came in front of Ao Danhong.

With a punch, nine blood dragons emerged and merged into his right arm.

boom! !

Ao Danhong raised his sword in a hurry, but felt a crushing force and was blasted back a thousand meters, with his knuckles cracked.

"No! This is impossible!"

"Even if you have the physique, your body shouldn't be this strong."

"Could it be that you are still a physical practitioner?"

He roared, and the sword energy and devilish wind surged, transforming into a black tornado.

"I am ignorant." Wang Xiaoke stepped into the tornado and was not affected at all.

The chaotic body transcends all laws, and the physical body is invincible at the same level.

This technique has never been used before, and I don't know its upper limit.

Ao Danhong swung out his sword energy: "I don't believe you can survive this desperate situation!"

The sword energy was rushing, Wang Xiaoke slightly bent his five fingers, and crushed it with his bare hands.

"Immortal?"

Ao Danhong was shocked and then he saw him punching him.

The two fists collided, and his figure flew backwards like a meteor crashing into a mountain.

After the loud noise.

He sank deep into the mountains, creating a deep hole.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Ao Danhong rushed out of the cave, looking very miserable.

He was still a little dazed, and was actually knocked back by a human body.

Now my arms are shaking and my lungs are aching.

Zhan Wuyou and Tong He were both stunned by this scene, unable to believe it.

"This evildoer is actually a body refiner?"

"Based on his physical body alone, he is not inferior to the late Nascent Soul stage. What kind of physique does he have?"

In just half a day, Wang Xiaoke overturned their understanding.

Who would have thought that there was such a strange person in the world, whose physical skills had reached the Nascent Soul stage.

Practice elixir, formation and weapon together.

Is this still a poet?

With such an existence, who dares to call himself a genius?