Chapter 221 Reckless Man

"This... How is this possible?!"

The Wuxiang Saint was horrified.

Becoming a saint is different from the previous realm. It is not something that can be done casually.

After all, to connect the will of heaven and earth, one careless move will lead to eternal damnation. Moreover, the person in front of him is a person who defies heaven. How can he become a saint easily?

But the facts are in front of him. Zixiao does have the power of a saint.

"Good boy!"

The face of the Yaoguang Saint was full of admiration. He was not jealous of Zixiao's growth to such a level in a short period of time. He was just really happy for him.

Zixiao and Yaoguang Holy Land are now inseparable.

It can be said that they all prosper together and suffer together. In addition, with the relationship between the two, how could they be jealous of him?

No wonder he dared to come here alone to block the way.

The Yaoguang Saint was still considering whether to secretly make a move, but now that he felt the aura of Zixiao, he was completely relieved.

His junior brother has the aura of a saint. Does he still need his help? Don't use it at all!

Feeling the increasing aura of Zixiao, the Saint Lord Wuxiang also had the idea of ​​retreating, but when Zixiao's aura stabilized, the Saint Lord Wuxiang understood.

This is definitely a secret method, which has elevated him to the realm of a saint.

So Zixiao currently has the power of a saint, but is not surrounded by the will of heaven and earth. He is just a fake saint!

What else is there to be afraid of? !

The Saint Lord Wuxiang was instantly full of confidence: "Hehe... I don't know where you came from, and what secret method you used. Today, I will tell you that if you don't become a saint, you will always be an ant, you..."

Swish!

Before he could finish his words, a stream of light appeared.

Zixiao had already appeared in front of him and punched him in the face fiercely.

While hitting, he said with disgust: "You are too long before the swing, I am waiting for the accumulation of power, are you waiting to die?"

Boom! ! !

Even though the Wuxiang Saint Lord reacted quickly and activated his own body-protecting divine light, he was immediately smashed into pieces by Zixiao's black fist and could not stop him at all.

After shattering the body-protecting divine light, Zixiao's fist hit the Wuxiang Saint Lord's face fiercely.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the black waves rolled and directly wrapped the Wuxiang Saint Lord in it.

Boom boom boom...

Zixiao took a step forward and opened his fists left and right. His fists were like raindrops, hitting the Wuxiang Saint Lord's body fiercely. Even if he did not connect the will of heaven and earth, his realm at this moment was a real saint realm.

Coupled with the magic power that devoured the heavens, for a while, the Wuxiang Saint Lord was in great pain. He had no room to fight back and was always passively beaten.

"Zixiao, you are so presumptuous!!!"

Seeing this scene, Lin Wuya's eyes were red with anger.

Without thinking too much, he rushed directly to the battlefield. The Yaoguang Saint Lord on the side curled his lips and had no intention of stopping him.

He even spat.

"Bah! What a thing, you still want to take advantage of the cabbage I raised, go ahead, go ahead, I'll beat you to death after you go in!"

Lin Wuya roared, and powerful spiritual power burst out from his body, rushing towards Zixiao, his eyes were ready to die, his momentum was brave and countless, his steps were steady and firm...

The next second!

With a bang, Lin Wuya flew backwards directly, and a large area of ​​his body was torn.

He wanted to sneak attack Zixiao just now, and attacked him from the back.

As a result, let alone breaking the defense, he didn't even get close, and was directly blown away by the breath of Zixiao.

"Huh?!"

Zixiao, who was beating up the Wuxiang Saint Lord, frowned. He seemed to feel something appeared behind him, but it disappeared in an instant.

Since it has disappeared, there is no need to care about it.

Thinking of this, Zixiao once again launched another round of bombardment at the Wuxiang Saint in front of him.

On the other side, the Yaoguang Saint saw Lin Wuya flying backwards and almost laughed out tears.

He now wanted to ask Lin Wuya a question.

Who gave you the courage?

Have you always been so reckless?

He was killed instantly, and people didn’t even know that you had attacked him. Such a waste still wanted to push his own little idiot... Bah, little cabbage? !

And Lin Wuya’s momentum just now was really interesting.

He made such an expression, but he was still killed instantly.

Seeing that Zixiao was constantly attacking the Wuxiang Saint, the Yaoguang Saint seemed to have thought of something and slowly walked to the vicinity of Zixiao.

“Ahem…”

Dang!

A big stick fell from the hands of the Yaoguang Saint to the ground, making a metallic collision sound.

"Oh! Am I too old? I can't even hold a weapon. What if this thing falls into the hands of the enemy?! I want to help the Wuxiang Saint!"

The Yaoguang Saint shouted there, afraid that Zixiao couldn't hear him.

The Wuxiang Saint, who was being beaten, was furious. He didn't expect the Yaoguang Saint to be more shameless each time!

You might as well just give the big stick to Zixiao, and pretend to drop it on the ground.

Just when the Yaoguang Saint bent down in slow motion and was about to pick up the big stick, a figure appeared beside him and picked up the big stick directly.

This thing is the "unparalleled magic weapon" that hit the Wuxiang Saint on the head before!

Not very aggressive, but extremely insulting!

Once hit, he kept silent.

"Well, you thief, give me my magic weapon back!"

The Holy Lord Yaoguang stretched out a hand in a pretentious manner and winked at Zixiao.

The latter immediately "understood" his intention, walked directly in front of the Holy Lord Yaoguang, and kicked him!

Boom!

The kick landed on the back of the Holy Lord Yaoguang, making a loud noise.

After flying out of the Holy Land of Yaoguang, he shouted at Zixiao: "You are taking revenge for your personal grudge!!!"

Whoosh...

A parabola directly cut through the sky.

At the same time, because Zixiao came to pick up the weapon, the Holy Lord Wuxiang got a chance to breathe.

At this moment, the Holy Lord Wuxiang clasped his hands together, with no joy or sadness on his face.

Although he was slightly embarrassed because of Zixiao's attack before, it did not affect his appearance as a peerless monk.

"Amitabha... Benefactor, let me help you ascend to paradise today!"

Om...

Suddenly, the Buddha's light on the body of the Wuxiang Saint Lord was overwhelming. Not only was his own Dharma shining, but there was also a Zen stick in his hand. The Zen stick was golden and burning.

It was obviously his holy weapon.

At this moment, the Yaoguang Saint Lord, who fell on a tree trunk, looked at the Zen stick and drooled.

"Forged with the original fire of the Golden Crow? What a good thing!"

Zixiao looked at the Zen stick in front of him, his mouth slightly raised, and then a light flashed in his hand.

The Human Emperor Sword appeared directly in his hand.

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