Nine Hundred and Sixty Third Big Kill 4 Parties (Middle)

Zhou Xing smiled, flicked his fingers, and the bloodthirsty bee came out again. At this time, blood was spraying everywhere on the battlefield, and it was all the blood of the Nascent Soul cultivator, which was an absolute tonic for the bloodthirsty bee The bloodthirsty bee trembled with excitement when it smelled blood, and under Zhou Xing's control, it flew to the old man who had been devoured by thousands of insects, injected a needle into his carotid artery, and then sucked it up.

The bloodthirsty bee specialized in sucking the most precious blood essence of monks, so the Nascent Soul screamed even more horribly, and after a few breaths, it turned into a mummy and fell from mid-air, and the breath fluctuation of the bloodthirsty bee became even more terrifying , is already on the verge of breaking through to the level equivalent to the human Nascent Soul.

In less than half a cup of tea, Zhou Xing killed five people in a row, and the remaining peak Nascent Soul monster of the Giant Sword Sect was frightened, turned his head and ran away without saying a word,

Zhou Xing didn't go after him either. The Nascent Soul peak cultivator who wanted to run for his life was hard to kill. He gave another warning, so he swallowed a handful of elixir, adjusted his breath for a while, and then participated in the fight again.

Zhou Xing's performance was astonishing, and he quickly attracted the attention of the senior leaders of the four coalition forces, especially He Yan. The monk in military officer robe said: "Ma Long, did you see that man? The Nascent Soul is at its peak cultivation, and its combat power is very strong. He has already killed dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators. He seems to have the ability to manipulate others to self-destruct. You go kill him."

Ma Long is He Yan's entourage, he is half-real, upon hearing this, he immediately bowed and cupped his fists and said, "Yes, my lord!"

Above the Nascent Soul Peak is the half-step Daoist Realm, but the gap between the two is not an exaggeration. At the edge of the realm, he can already display some magical powers that only monks in the real realm possess.

After taking the order, Ma Long disappeared in a flash, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Zhou Xing.

Ma Long knew that He Yan was looking at him, and in order to express himself, he decided to kill him as quickly as possible, so he didn't exchange names when he came up, and just slapped Zhou Xing across the air.

His palm is completely different from the big palm print that Nascent Soul cultivators used to use. The latter is formed by the condensation of spiritual energy and can be seen with the naked eye. However, his palm has no trace, but its power is several times that of the big palm print. Zhou Xing didn't understand what was going on, and suddenly felt a majestic force hitting his body, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, his whole body was in extreme pain, and his bones felt like they were about to break apart.

As soon as Ma Long succeeded in the blow, his heart skipped a beat. He used 100% of his strength to hit the cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul. Far from meeting his expectations. How did he know that Zhou Xing had already reached the second level of the Fudo Ming King realm of the triple vajra body through thunder body training, and his defense power was ridiculously high.

The blow with all its strength only caused Zhou Xing to suffer moderate injuries.

Ma Long blushed, and immediately paid attention to Zhou Xing, thinking, no wonder this person was noticed by General He, so before Zhou Xing could react, he immediately threw out two more palms.

Zhou Xingzhong knew that he had encountered a strong opponent from the first palm. He couldn't see the opponent's cultivation level, but he could roughly guess that the opponent should be in the half-step real person realm. , That's too cheap!

When Ma Long shot for the second time, Zhou Xing had come to his senses. He knew that the opponent's palm strength could not be seen with the naked eye, so he immediately sacrificed several defensive magic weapons. In the blink of an eye, several defensive magic weapons all collapsed, and the aftermath of the palm force caused Zhou Xing to spit out another mouthful of blood.

"Is this a half-step real person? It's so strong!" Zhou Xing was shocked, and his thoughts turned. He knew that he couldn't run away, and he had to find a way to kill the opponent.

In the process of thinking about countermeasures, Zhou Xing couldn't help dodging, constantly offering defensive magic weapons and attack magic weapons, and let two war puppets attack and harass him from behind. Although the war puppets' bodies were very hard, they were hit by Ma Long's palm. There will also be a lot of cracks in the body, but fortunately, it can recover quickly, and it will be able to deal with it in a while.

Ma Long was upset by Zhou Xing's rogue, harassing and exhausting style of play. The less he could win Zhou Xing, the more he would be looked down upon by General He. He felt like he was facing an abyss, walking on thin ice, and finally got to where he is today. He didn't want to ruin his great future just because of one person!

Ma Long tried his best to suppress his desire for gains and losses, but after being in the officialdom for hundreds of years, his desire for gains and losses had already penetrated into his bone marrow.

Zhou Xing saw Ma Long's impetuousness, and smiled secretly in his heart. He had already thought of a countermeasure, that is to make the opponent's mentality unbalanced, and then he could use the Illusory God Art. After all, his cultivation is not as good as the opponent's, if he uses the Illusory God Art forcibly, he will suffer backlash. When he found that the other party was wearing the same type of official uniform as the commander, he knew that he was a member of the officialdom. Zhou Xing knew the mentality of such a person too well.

After going back and forth, Zhou Xing consumed a lot of magic weapons. During the period, he also let several monks controlled by the Nu Yin Jue blow themselves up in front of Ma Long, which made Ma Long feel ashamed, but he couldn't kill the target.

"Mice! Do you dare to fight in an upright manner!" Ma Long couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted sharply.

"Hey, don't dare!" Zhou Xing deliberately irritated him with a playful smile.

"You!...I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

"Fuck shit! Come on, come on!"

"Oh, I'm so mad! I will kill you!"

"Are you mad? You deserve it!"

"You are dead! You are dead!"

"Hurry up and go to sleep, there is everything in the dream!"

"I...I..." Ma Long was so angry that his face turned blue and then pale, and his chest heaved violently.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Zhou Xing didn't hesitate any longer, and shouted sharply with his hands pinching the formula: "Illusion, open!"

Hearing a buzzing sound, Ma Long's body shook violently, and when he saw clearly again, there was a person standing in front of him. It was no longer Zhou Xing, whom he wanted to kill, but his superior, General He Yanhe. Naturally, the crane face in Ma Long's eyes is still played by Zhou Xing with a hint of spiritual friendship.

"My lord!" Ma Long was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately gave a military salute.

Zhou Xing said sullenly: "It's already time for a cup of tea, why haven't you killed him yet?"

"I... I... my subordinates are ineffective, please punish me!"

"Don't say too much, give me the spirit ring." Zhou Xing always puts the ring first.

Ma Long was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat, not daring to disobey his orders, he immediately took off the ring and handed it out with both hands, Zhou Xing accepted it with a smile.

"Forget it, if you can't kill him, go kill the monks of the Giant Sword Sect." Zhou Xing issued a new order.