Chapter 702 If You Mess with Me, I'll Beat You!

"what?"

Nie Hao couldn't believe his ears, looked at Lin Xuanji's eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person, and asked word by word, "I just mess with you, what do you want?"

"If you mess with me, I'll beat you up!"

Lin Xuanji jumped up and charged directly towards Nie Hao.

"court death!"

Nie Hao was furious, and the whisk in his hand burst into a dazzling brilliance.

Six Spirit Runes, Innate Spirit Artifacts!

Even under the suppression of Di Yin's halo, Nie Hao still has an innate spiritual weapon in his hands.

From this, it can be seen that Nie Hao's status in the real people of Jindan of Hunyuan Sect is indeed not low, second only to Emperor Yin!

Swish!

Nie Hao waved the whisk in his hand, and the three thousand silver-white dust threads turned into a blazing white light, as if bundled into a silver-white long sword, and cut through the middle according to Lin Xuanji!

The light is dazzling, the speed is extremely fast, and it is almost instantaneous!

Lin Xuanji's expression didn't change, as if he had expected it long ago, like a prophet, his entire body was short, and he avoided Nie Hao's killer move in a dangerous and dangerous way!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Lin Xuanji threw his backhand, and the three top-quality flying swords broke through the air.

These three flying swords, divided into three different directions, were very agile, and stabbed Nie Hao according to the vital points of Nie Hao's body.

This kind of swordsmanship is already quite clever.

At the same time, Lin Xuanji played a spiritual art in his hand, which was chaotic and unpredictable.

Heavenly tyrant!

Hate finger!

Frost Palm!

Whispering hands!

Air Cicada Air Blast!

Sanqing Ghost Sword!

Ice Condensation Technique!

...

After a dazzling set of spiritual techniques changed, Lin Xuanji fired 18 spiritual techniques in one breath, as if condensed into a sky-shattering tsunami, swarming towards Nie Hao!

Stunning!

Seeing this scene, there are only these two words in everyone's mind.

"This……"

"Amazing!"

"What is the origin of this man?"

"Among these eighteen spiritual arts, there are spiritual arts of all sects, and it is impossible to recognize his origin at all!"

There was a roar in the crowd.

In order to conceal his identity, Lin Xuanji naturally would not release the secret art of Xuanji Palace, but he has learned a lot, and he knows almost everything.

Not to mention Nie Hao, even Su Zimo couldn't figure out Lin Xuanji's strength.

"I go!"

Nie Hao was startled and cursed inwardly, "This kid is clumsy!"

Where is this little character?

Nie Hao waved the whisk in his hand, and the three thousand dust strands were divided into three strands, each facing the stabbing flying sword.

The next moment, Nie Hao frantically ran the golden core and broke out the secret technique of the sect - Hunyuan Palm!

Whoohoo!

Nie Hao was in a hurry and kept releasing the Primordial Palm.

In the void, solid palm prints appeared one after another, colliding with the oncoming 18 spiritual arts!

boom! boom! boom!

A series of violent collisions, deafening and billowing.

Nie Hao stood up in the air, his whole body was almost thrown away, his face was pale.

The explosion of the secret technique just now almost used up half of the spiritual power in his dantian!

"What a lunatic!"

Nie Hao scolded, slapped his palm on the storage bag, took out a few pills, and swallowed them to replenish his spiritual power.

"Let go of me!"

suddenly!

A voice sounded in Nie Hao's ear, which almost scared him to pieces.

I don't know when, Lin Xuanji actually came to his side, stretched out the iron ruler in his hand, and lightly tapped on his wrist holding the medicinal pill!

"what!"

Nie Hao screamed, his wrist was instantly red and swollen, his palm trembled, and the medicinal pill in his palm fell.

"You dare to hit me?"

Nie Hao's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth, wishing he could tear Lin Xuanji apart!

In fact, Lin Xuanji had already left his hand this time.

If he really tried his best, Nie Hao's hand would be useless!

In other words, the iron ruler was not on Nie Hao's wrist, but on his head...

This matter, as long as you calm down and think about it for a while, you can understand, but Nie Hao can't care about so much. In his mind, he only wants to kill Lin Xuanji and regain his face.

"I said, don't mess with me, you won't listen."

Lin Xuanji pouted and muttered, "Are you a muscle? I say I'm a minor character, so take it seriously? You're an idiot! Are you stupid by being beaten by Emperor Yin on weekdays?"

"kill!"

Nie Hao was so angry that he was shivering all over.

The whisk in his hand trembled, and three thousand dust threads burst into the air, and suddenly scattered in mid-air, falling like a waterfall, as if condensed into a prison, shrouded in Lin Xuanji.

"Ha ha."

Lin Xuanji's eyes flashed with mockery, his figure flashed, and he had already flashed into the distance first.

Lin Xuanji raised his voice: "Hey, don't blame me for not reminding you, if you mess with me, I'll beat you!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

There were bursts of laughter from the crowd in the distance.

Nie Hao's face turned green for a while, then white for a while, his lungs almost exploded, he couldn't hold it any longer, and yelled, "I'll beat your mother!"

While speaking, Nie Hao charged up again.

the other side.

Leng Ming and Little Fatty, the true disciples of the Tomb Sect, finally met!

This is the inevitable battle between the two!

The winner is the true successor of the tomb sect in this life!

"Junior Brother, admit defeat."

Leng Ming shook his head and said, "You have been in the sect for 20 years, and you and I have fought 20 times. When will you beat me?"

"I beat you this time, that's enough!" The little fat man said solemnly.

Leng Ming's eyes became colder, and he said coldly: "Junior brother, if you hand over the Huangquan map now, I may spare your life. If you are obsessed with it, don't blame me for being cruel!"

"It's you who's obsessed, not me."

The little fat man took out the flying sword from the storage bag and said, "No need to say more, let's fight!"

"it is good!"

Leng Ming shouted loudly, and also sacrificed his flying sword to fight with the little fat man.

Before the remaining thousands of monks could make a move, monkeys, spirit tigers, golden lions, and Qingqing had already entered the crowd, setting off a bloody storm!

There are a lot of people on the other side. If they waited for them to take the first shot, and one of them threw a flying sword and stabbed them without thinking, the monkeys and others would be injured.

Now, they are divided into four groups, rushing into the crowd, smashing the crowd into pieces, and their positions are in chaos.

These monks can only fight on their own.

The little fox stood motionless on the spot, using the charm of the fox clan, the sandalwood mouth opened lightly, and spit out a fragrance, and soon dozens of monks lost their minds and fought with the same sect.

when!

A piercing sound of Jin Ge collided, piercing the golden cracking stone, and the nearby monks felt tingling in their ears, and their faces showed pain.

But it was Su Zimo and Xu Cheng who fought hard.

The blood quenched knife and the green thunder knife collided and collided.

Zizizi!

Blood light and thunder light, two completely different forces, are constantly intertwined in mid-air, swallowing each other!

The stalemate didn't last a breath.

Xu Cheng was shocked, his expression changed dramatically, and his figure fell out.

The Palace of Wind and Thunder is known for its thunder techniques and thunder techniques, and there are also many body-refining methods in the "Tai Xu Lei Jue" that has been passed down.

Although it is not comparable to the top body refining sects such as Liuli Palace and Bawang Palace, its melee combat power should not be underestimated.

However, Xu Cheng didn't expect that he couldn't even hold Su Zimo's knife!

Even if Su Zimo didn't use all his strength, Xu Cheng couldn't stop it!

The power of thunder and lightning attached to the green thunder knife poured into Su Zimo's body, like a mud cow entering the sea, without causing any ripples.

But the power of the bloodline in the blood-quenched knife poured into Xu Cheng's body, but it instantly made his qi and blood chaotic, almost reversed the flow of the heart, and exploded to death!

Thank you Qiu Yu for being lonely, Yu Huang's cold and arrogant reward~ I haven't had a card lately, I can keep two more updates, hehe~