The Ultimate Student in the City

They really didn't expect that the black demon's subordinates turned out to be the descendants of Nuwa! No wonder, this young man wants to slaughter the arrogance who participated in the hunting battle!

Of course, Nuwa descendants hooked up with the demon of the demon, this is nothing, after all, the enemy of the enemy is a friend, and the descendants of Nuwa are afraid to become friends with the demon.

But what was unacceptable to the old man Kongshan and Changsheng was that they even allowed the descendants of Nuwa to enter this hunting battle. What made them even more unbearable was that they had not been able to feel the special blood in him before! Even the ten strong masters of the spiritual fairy mirror cultivation base did not even feel the special blood aura.

What's more, they were afraid of the forces behind him for the so-called face, so they let him leave.

Both the old man Kongshan and the old man Changsheng had hot faces, as if they were slapped several times by a big hand that was invisible.

When his identity was "dismantled", Li Zedao's expression became colder, and he clenched his soul sword firmly.

Li Zedao once again admired his acting skills, admired that he couldn't admire him, saying that he was really **** awesome.

"Nuwa descendant, kill the soul!" Li Zedao took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

In the voice of neither humble nor overbearing, there was a trace of monstrous hatred, the eyes became scarlet and terrible, and the whole person looked like a warrior who saw death as his home, ready to meet death.

In a certain corner, there was a weird look in the clumsy eyes of the ignorant sect master.

"This young man's acting skills are really terrifying." Wuming Sect Master secretly admired.

"You can go to death!" The old man Kongshan said sternly.

Originally, I wanted to give this young man a chance to rehabilitate, but now it is unnecessary.

Before the old man Kongshan had finished speaking, Li Zedao felt a breath that could not be resisted at all, and crushed him crazily.

This breath resembled that monstrous tsunami, and it was also like a meat grinder that was spinning fast. Once it was caught in it, it would be crushed into pieces in an instant.

It looked like that prehistoric giant shark, with a big blood-type mouth wide open, and biting wildly.

Knowing that he couldn't match it, Li Zedao still shot.

Not only is he struggling to die, he also wants to see how, without using other small means, such as the eye of the demon, such as the big fool, or the golden cover, he has no reservations about the sword, the real gap with the opponent , How big is it?

In an instant, a sword net gleaming with blood red light appeared, like a fishing net, trying to catch the oncoming "shark".

It's just that the impact of the "shark" is too terrifying, and this red fishing net is obviously not that strong.

"Boom!" Jian Wang was torn into pieces.

Immediately, the "shark" that broke through the sword net hit Li Zedao hard. In an instant, Li Zedao really thought he was flying, like a kite with a broken wire, he didn't even know where he was going.

He flew higher and higher, flying higher and higher, spraying blood while flying.

Li Zedao didn't feel frustrated, but rather satisfied. Because the gap between him and this terrifying powerhouse was much smaller than he had imagined.

At the moment the sword net broke, the old man Kongshan paused, his face turned pale, and a trace of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

His mind roared abnormally, and his eyes were rounded, revealing an extremely rich and incredible.

He couldn't imagine that, but the sword pierced by a person with the highest level of cultivation in the spiritual **** realm had such a terrible power, it was even close to the level of the lower-level Lingxian mirror!

Therefore, the one who couldn't be prevented, his originally sweet throat became sweet again, and his chest became extremely dull.

This young man is really unusual! He must die, otherwise there will be an extremely terrifying enemy in God's Domain!

Because of the agreement, the old man Kongshan didn't worry that the descendants of Nuwa, whose cultivation level was above the quasi-spirit fairy mirror, would attack.

But this young man is a monster. He is obviously not at the top level of the spiritual **** realm, but it is enough to kill all the people below the spiritual mirror. Even if the luck is good enough, the lower level of the spiritual mirror is afraid of it. To die in his hands.

This is undoubtedly pretty scary!

Zhen Sheng Changsheng glanced at the old man Kongshan, and there was a trace of movement on Gu Jing Wubo's face, and then his eyes sank coldly.

Originally, he didn't plan to make a move, but instead paid attention to the surrounding movement to avoid the terrifying black demon from suddenly killing out.

But now, he has to take action.

Then, his figure disappeared in place.

Li Zedao began to fall while spraying blood.

In the process of falling, Li Zedao vaguely saw the extremely thin figure of Reality Changsheng appearing above him, and immediately, he saw a fist!

A huge fist that was still shining with blue light. The fist was smashed from top to bottom!

Li Zedao didn't hide, he didn't want to hide, but he couldn't hide at all, nor was he stabbing a sword. He had completely lost the ability to resist.

Unless, he showed the golden cover.

But in this case, he is undoubtedly not suitable for showing the golden cover.

Of course, there is no need to show the Golden Week, Li Zedao is sure that the ignorant sect master will definitely take action.

Therefore, Li Zedao quietly watched the huge fist getting closer and closer to him, and he was about to hit his disfigured face fiercely.

Li Zedao simply closed his eyes and looked like he was dead and ready to welcome death.

Such an indifferent expression fell into the eyes of the real Changsheng, causing him to feel violent in his heart, even feeling a bit cold on his back.

At this moment, a red figure suddenly appeared in the pupils of Reality Changsheng. He just appeared so abruptly, without using his hands, but using his body to help Li Zedao block the blue fist.

Li Zedao didn't open his eyes, but he felt the unusual breath, and the corners of his mouth that kept flowing blood was slightly cocked in an inexplicable range.

He knew that the ignorant sect master was dangling around, and he wouldn't let himself be beaten to death by the powerhouse of two spiritual immortal mirrors.

The pupils of the real Changsheng shrank sharply, and his heart was still occupied by strong fear.

"Boom!" The blue giant fist blasted fiercely on the red shadow, but it made a violent moan-groan.

While breathing, that fist turned into fragments, just like Li Zedao's sword net turned into fragments before.

The red shadow didn't move, and the blue fist didn't make him move.

After a few breaths, Li Zedao's body fell heavily to the ground. The whole person was still like a ball. He bounced twice before lying there in a rather indecent posture, with a mouth open and another mouthful of blood.

The ignorant real person who appeared in time floated down and stood in front of Li Zedao.

Li Zedao was depressed while vomiting blood and wanted to continue vomiting blood. You can obviously catch me. Why do you want me to throw a dog and eat shit?

While secretly scolding the ignorant sect master for lack of virtue, Li Zedao struggled to stand up, and continued to stare at the standing person Changsheng and the old man Kongshan with quite hateful eyes.

The real person Changsheng has retreated to the old man Kongshan, his originally dark face turned pale, and his eyes were full of horror.

His hand was shaking, trembling silently.

The ignorant sect master didn't do anything, he just used his body to block the unreserved punch of the real person Changsheng at will, and there was no intention to do anything afterwards.

But even so, Changsheng Zhenren was still afraid. That kind of fear came out from the deepest part of my heart without warning, and couldn't be suppressed no matter how much it was suppressed.

The breathing of the old man Kongshan also stagnated, and he clearly felt the pressure, the terrible pressure. That kind of terrible oppression can only occur when facing the gods of the gods.

In addition, this person is wearing a red robe, so his identity is ready to be revealed.

One of the eight ambassadors under the Nuwa seat in the past, the builder of Xumiyu, the Ninth-Rank Soulsmith is ignorant!

The ignorant sect master didn't even look at the old man Kongshan and the real person Changsheng, but waved his hand casually, as if driving away two eye-catching flies.

The agreement was there, and he couldn't make a move, otherwise there would have been two more corpses on the ground.

The old man Kongshan didn't have the courage to speak even a word with the real person Changsheng, and there was no eye contact, but they turned around at the same time and turned into a afterimage. In a moment, they lost their traces.

Li Zedao's expression was still cold, but his heartbeat speeded up a bit, and his eyes became hot, as if he was about to melt everything around him.

That is a desire for real strength.

The quasi-spiritual realm can make people who are as strong as the longevity real person dare not put one more fart. If the real spiritual realm is strong, the ignorant sect master can't be suppressed to breathe stagnation?

"Thank you, the master." Li Zedao curbed the ardent desire in his heart a little, and bowed his head.

His chest surged again, and another mouthful of blood.

The ignorant sect master turned around, looked at Li Zedao with approval, then took out a pill and threw it over: "Eat it."

Li Zedao was flattered, and quickly reached out to take it, respectfully saying, "Thank you, the master."

Then he stuffed the pill into his mouth and swallowed it.

The healing elixirs refined by the Ninth-Rank Soul Artisan are not trivial. As soon as the spicy elixirs entered his stomach, Li Zedao felt that his abnormally hot chest gradually became cold.

"Your strength is much stronger than I thought. The top cultivation base of the Spirit God Realm is barely able to block the ant attack of the top cultivation base of the Spirit Mountain, not bad." said the Wuming Sect Master.

"An ant? He said that the old man in the empty mountain of the Lingxian mirror top grade cultivation base is an ant?" Li Zedao couldn't help scolding his mother in his heart, and he was really powerless to complain.

The old man Kongshan is an ant, so what is he? That trace of invisible dust on the feet of ants?

Of course, he also knew that the ignorant sect master was indeed qualified to regard the other party as ants, just as he was qualified to treat the birdmen in the medicinal material library as ants.

"It seems that although your cultivation level has not broken through, you have improved a lot."

Gu Jing Wubo, the master of the ignorant sect, slightly twitched, and he had to admit that this young man was a bit too scary. You know, that ant has the top quality of the spiritual mirror. The gap between the two is really too big. too big.