"Master?"

Zhao Qingyi looked at the other party carefully.

Then he quickly shook his head.

There was no sound of thunder or waves, and there was no vision of energy, blood, or smoke.

The other party's energy and blood were frighteningly weak.

They seem to be a little stronger than ordinary people. I'm afraid they can only be called just entering the stream, that is, they know how to transfer Qi and blood, slowly grow stronger, and thus gain powerful combat power.

But how could such a warrior who had just glimpsed the skills kill Li Si so easily?

That was Li Si, the "King of Hell's fourth death".

A well-known first-class master in the world of martial arts.

Perhaps it was not the weak young man who took action at all, but Shou He who tried his best to swing the Blood God Halberd again, so he killed Li Si.

Zhao Qingyi couldn't help but look at Shou He.

Then he withdrew his gaze and rejected the idea. Shou He didn't have the energy to spare, let alone kill the first-class master Li Si with one blow.

So he moved his eyes back again, staring intently at the young man in black and red robes who appeared.

Of course the first thing a martial artist looks at is the opponent's palm.

generous.

Slender.

No calluses.

It’s just that her purple-black nails, which are oval and rough and look like a monster, don’t look like a good person.

The young man has red hair like a waterfall.

A pair of great horned halberds by Zhang Qingtian.

His pale face was glowing with blue, as if he was terminally ill.

When he opens his mouth to speak, he can see the sharp teeth of the rock, which are like tiny fangs.

"Big monster!"

Zhao Qingyi looked surprised.

The big monster shouldn't appear near the capital at all.

Not only did the other party come, but no one noticed it in advance.

If the opponent is really a big demon, it is impossible to defeat the opponent without a few warriors holding magic weapons who can transform it into magic.

Zhong Yuhua's beautiful face was also filled with a little paleness.

The headless corpse still stood, with traces of blood dripping down the pale palm.

"I know, you are weak." Long Renxia stared at Tushanjun.

Weng Sheng said: "Foreigner, your magical powers cannot work at all in the forbidden land. I have killed many golden elixir monks like you. If you don't want to die, just get out of the way!"

"oh?"

Tu Shanjun's eyes lit up: "Do you still know about the golden elixir?"

As expected, this is a forbidden place for gods.

There was nothing wrong with the Blood Jade Gourd.

That means he did not come to the wrong place.

Sheng!

The nine-ring heavy sword was held straight, and the sharp tip was less than an inch away from the tip of Tushanjun's nose.

Tushanjun could even feel the ferocious murderous aura piercing the skin of his incarnation like a steel needle.

Just like Long Renxia said.

The limited mana causes the monk's own combat power to be reduced to ten or ninety-nine.

The power of flesh and blood alone may be powerful enough, but it is no match for these 'monsters'.

If it were in the God's Forbidden Land, without spiritual energy replenishment, and the magic power was suppressed and dissipated, ten golden elixir peaks would have to suffer under this heavy sword.

Even if it were True Lord Nascent Soul, he would be at a loss if he suddenly fell here.

You can only learn slowly and then get back to the top.

"So, the golden elixir monks here are as weak as chickens and dogs?"

"I don't like killing innocent people indiscriminately, get out of the way or die!"

The dragon man Xia opened his huge dragon head.

Steaming hot breath escaped from the corners of his mouth.

The terrifying red light of energy and blood forms a divine light that reaches straight into the sky.

It was as if a big city was burning with smoke.

Its majesty is like the setting sun over the long river and the solitary smoke in the desert!

"If I say this to you, you can live."

"But, before that, you have to tell everything you know."

"you wanna die!"

Dragon Man Xia was furious.

Cut it off with a single blow.

The powerful force seemed to tear everything in sight into pieces.

Not to mention that the person standing in front of him was just a flesh and blood body.

Even though he has the cultivation of golden elixir, he is unable to exert his original strength.

Boom.

Hit with a heavy knife.

A terrifying blade tore open the earth, covering a hundred feet.

"do you died?"

The smoke and dust slowly dispersed.

The tall figure in black and red robes only took three steps back. The sword's light did injure him, but it was far from being seriously injured.

In the eyes of everyone, the tall figure muttered slowly: "Since this body does not adapt to the world, just adapt it again!"

Side glance.

The tall figure raised his hand to take the picture.

The Blood God Halberd that was originally held in Shou He's hand suddenly flew out and landed firmly in the figure's hand.

The eye of Dharma lights up.

The meridians are running and the movement of Qi and blood can be seen clearly.

The pair of dazzling eyes that reflected the birth and death of yin and yang suddenly became calm and completely turned into black and red. The frail body was suddenly covered with a layer of red light, and the whole figure seemed to be covered with a layer of blood-colored armor.

There is still a strong black energy in the armor that shoots straight into the sky, as if the devil is tearing a solid crack.

"ah?!"

Zhao Qingyi was stunned.

This foreign monk in Xia Long's mouth learned the method of circulation of Qi and blood in an instant, and also refined the 'Wolf Smoke', leaping from a weak and inexperienced person to a first-class master.

Under the alienation of the magic weapon, it has completely reached super-class strength.

And all this is just that he glanced at Shou He behind him.

"No."

"It's impossible, he must have known it long ago!"

Listening to Zhao Qingyi's murmur, Zhong Yuhua looked at Xia Long nervously and worriedly.

They may all be wrong.

This monk from a foreign country is not a golden elixir at all. He is probably of a higher level, such as Yang Shen.

She wanted Xia Long not to take further action.

However, before she could speak, Xia Long was defeated.

A complete defeat!

A deep pit-like fist mark appeared on the chest of Xia Long, who transformed into a dragon.

However, one punch severely wounded him to the point of death. The so-called Nine-Headed Summer Dragon looked like a fragile child in front of this mysterious man. However, they actually and seemed to belong to the same realm.

"Sir, please don't kill him."

Zhong Yuhua burst into tears and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed.

Tu Shanjun took a glance, dispersed the bloody light and armor on his body, walked up to Zhong Yuhua, stretched out his finger and touched Zhong Yuhua's forehead.
To be continued...