Seeing the headless corpse slowly falling down with the blood that had not yet been sprayed, the scene was silent.

"Ten Breaths!" After a while, someone finally couldn't help but feel shocked and exclaimed in a low voice.

Yes, ten breaths... Improperty Xiaonan only took ten breaths to kill Xun Yuqiang and a Vajra Upland Realm.

In such a short time, it is probably quite difficult to kill a Vajra upper realm in ordinary spiritual realms; but Xiaonan did it, and in full view of everyone, he killed it directly in just ten breaths.

Originally, everyone thought it would take at least one stick of incense to decide the outcome, but they did not expect that the Xun family's Vajra Realm would be killed so soon.

Everyone looked at Xiaonan, who seemed to have not even sweated, except for breathing slightly faster. Then they looked at Xun Yitai below the stage with a strange look on their faces.

Xun Yitai, who saw him, opened his mouth wide at this time, and was looking at the stage with a look of surprise, as if he was still a little unbelievable.

"Hahaha... I am worthy of being my grandson of the Lin family. Xun Yitai is dissatisfied with me, hahaha!" Lin Zongfeng over there laughed proudly as he looked at this scene, laughing so hard that everyone in the yard could hear it clearly.

This proud look made Bai Kaiming and the others who stood on the second floor stunned and couldn't help but snorted.

It was not until he heard Lin Zongfeng's smug laughter and felt the sympathetic eyes of the people looking at him that Xun Yitai came to his senses, his face pale in an instant, he glanced at the Tenglong Sword that fell on the stage, opened his mouth, and finally stomped his feet hard, and ignored Xun Yuqiang's body and walked out without looking back.

Xun Tianlin's face was also ashen. Looking at the head of the family who was striding away, he looked at Xun Yuqiang's corpse and Tenglong sword in the stands, with a hint of reluctance in his eyes; but feeling the strange and sympathetic gazes around him, the old face was a little uneasy. He gritted his teeth and finally stomped his feet, bowed to a deacon next to him, asking the other party to restrain his body for Xun Yuqiang, and then left.

The deacon of the External Relations Department waved his hand, and soon several people came on stage and lifted Xun Yuqiang's body and head; he also picked up the Tenglong sword beside him.

"Imitation Inspection Commander, we will organize your own things for you and you can collect them at any time from my External Relations Office!" The deacon respectfully bowed to Imitation Xiaonan and retreated.

Xiaonan stood on the stage, nodded, and looked indifferently as Xun Yuqiang's body was carried out of the yard. Then he turned to look at Chi Chengzi, who was also very ugly in the audience, and shouted in a cold voice: "Kunlun? Come to die!"

Chichengzi's voice was slightly embarrassed. His Kunlun people came and were here, but he never thought that people would come on stage now.

In his opinion, with the Xun family members, there would be no need to play; even if Xiaonan did not lose, he would at least be seriously injured; if he wanted to do the second game, it would be at least tomorrow.

But now, Fun Xiaonan killed the Xun family in just ten breaths, and his family was unharmed, and even his spiritual power was not consumed a little; Chi Chengzi was really frozen now.

He was also a Vajra in Kunlun, and he was also a very strong person. He was also prepared, but the spiritual weapon of the treasure of the sect was at this time on his head.

Now there is no doubt that Fun Xiaonan has already invited the battle, and Kunlun people cannot retreat; but now he is hesitant whether to bring this spiritual weapon with him.

With the terrifying strength that Xiaonan had just shown, Akagiko no longer had much confidence in his disciple now.

If you don’t bring this spiritual weapon, you’re afraid that the possibility of failure is quite high; but if you bring this spiritual weapon, will you definitely win?

Chi Chengzi hesitated, imitating Xiao Nanzhen can even kill Bi Qingyang and Ma Xinmin. Who knows what kind of killer weapon is hidden? The Xun family's top-quality magic weapon, Tenglong Sword, was lost. Although it was a shame, the loss was not too great.

But if this spiritual weapon fails, then Chi Chengzi will be the sinner of Kunlun.

"Master?" Wei Yuanzi next to him whispered: "Is Hongming better?"

Akazezi hesitated for a moment, looked at Fun Xiaonan in the stands, and looked at Fun Xiaonan with a sneer on his face, always feeling that the other party seemed to be looking forward to something.

At that moment, he gritted his teeth, looked at the disciple beside him, and said in a deep voice: "Hongming, do your best!"

This middle-aged disciple in his forties turned pale as he listened to his master's words. He had just seen Fun Xiaonan's strength; now the master seems to have no intention of bringing spiritual weapons to him, that is, he wants to fight to the death.

The disciple who roughly understood his master's thoughts took a deep breath, slowly clasped his fists and bowed, and said in a deep voice: "Master, I will definitely not embarrass Kunlun; but if my disciple is unlucky, Xun'er will ask Master!"

Chi Chengzi pursed his lips, looked at his disciples calmly, and nodded slowly and said, "Go, no matter whether you return safely or not, Xun'er will be my third-generation elite disciple of Kunlun!"

Hearing the master's words, Hongming's eyes lit up slightly. After bowing his hand hard again, he turned around and strode towards the stage.

Seeing the middle-aged man slowly approaching the stage, Xiaonan's face gradually became solemn, no longer as indifferent as before.

I played the battle just now, but now it’s better. It’s obvious that the opponent came with the will of death. For such an opponent, all kinds of tricks are almost useless. In the battle just now, I just took the initiative and took advantage of the opponent’s timidity to fight and win with the wind!

At this time, the other party will definitely not give him such a chance again.

The real strength of Xiaonan is only at the center of the Vajra. When facing this Vajra top realm, another body of magic weapon and Taoist talisman, he will have the heart to die, and his own combat experience is definitely the most difficult to fight.

Perhaps the only thing that made him feel at ease was that the other party did not bring that spiritual weapon, which made him not need to consider using the pure thunder and would not expose the existence of spiritual communication.

There is nothing else to do next, just a battle! But even if you win this time, you will be a miserable victory.

After making up his mind, Mom Xiaonan also relaxed his mentality and fought, what was he afraid of? He didn't know how to kill in the wind!

Watching the middle-aged man start to walk onto the stage step by step, Impress Xiaonan's horror knife raised in his hand, held the hilt of the knife with both hands, narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly he stomped his feet hard.

"Forehead?"

"Um?"

Seeing Xiaonan like this, everyone was stunned, not knowing what Xiaonan was doing.

"Dong!" Fun Xiaonan stomped his feet suddenly, and with his stomp, a wave of spiritual power fluctuated faintly.

After the two connections, many people seemed to feel familiar; some people even exclaimed: "Maoshan God Fight?"

When everyone heard this name, they were stunned. They looked like Xiaonan as they looked more and more like it; but Maoshan God Fighting is not a Maoshan Vajra secret technique? It is impossible to learn if they are not a direct disciple? How can I imitate Xiaonan?

Thinking of this, everyone looked at a Taoist priest wearing an apricot yellow Taoist robe next to him.

The Taoist priest was looking at Xiaonan on the stage at this time, with his long eyebrows slightly frowned and a hint of confusion on his face.

At this moment, I felt that the long brow tightened again, shook his head slowly, and said in a deep voice: "It's not true, this kind of fluctuation is quite different from my Maoshan God's fight; only possible... I'm afraid it's the long-lost... Spiritual God-turned body!"

"Spiritual God-Material?" Most people were stunned when they heard this strange name. Only a few seniors with deep qualifications. When they heard this, their brows tightened and they exclaimed in a low voice: "Spiritual God-Material? Isn't this a magical skill that was cut off a hundred years ago? Why is it now appearing again?"

When Chi Chengzi heard this, his face changed drastically; as the head of Kunlun, he naturally knew the origin of this spiritual deification body; he also knew the amazing rumors about this spiritual deification body.

At this moment, he was already looking at his disciple who was on stage; he wanted to signal his disciples to interrupt Xiaonan's magic.

But amid the surprise of the crowd, Fun Xiaonan had already stamped his third foot, and the subsequent fluctuation of spiritual power was even more obvious; at the same time, a strange and extremely sharp aura began to appear on his body.

The Hongming on the other side had just walked onto the stage. He looked at Fun Xiaonan's movements opposite. With his rich experience, he didn't need to see his master's eyes. His face changed. He didn't say anything clichés. He raised his hand and held a three-foot copper mace on his back in his hand. He paused his feet and angrily yelled at Fun Xiaonan.

Whether it is "Maoshan God Fighting" or other similar magic, once it is successfully used, the effect will be extremely amazing; if the caster has a deep skill, it is not uncommon to double its strength by one or two times.

But there is only one weakness, that is, the use of the device takes time, and if it is successfully blocked before the device completes it; not only can this magic be cracked, but it can also cause the device to worry about backlash in many cases.

As an experienced disciple of Kunlun Vajra, he naturally made a quick decision and responded.

Anyway, as soon as this life-and-death battle begins, there is no need to make any false conspiracy.

Seeing this copper mace, someone shouted in surprise: "Kunlun's magic whip?"

"It's not a magic whip, it's just an imitation magic weapon shocking the god whip! This person is Kunlun whip shocking the god Lin Hongming!" This person who was familiar with the Kunlun School corrected in a deep voice.

After hearing this introduction, someone next to him exclaimed: "Oh? He was just a whip to shock the gods? Kunlun really invested a lot. Isn't Lin Hongming the last person in Kunlun generation who hopes to communicate with others?"

"That's right, Akagiko did invest a lot this time, but the outcome is unpredictable!" Looking at the imitation Xiaonan who was obviously already in the magic, many people began to sigh and shake their heads gently.

Everyone was talking like this, and Lin Hongming had already whipped the top of Fun Xiaonan's head with a whip.

At this time, Fun Xiaonan suddenly opened his eyes. His originally clear eyes were deep and quiet at this time, with a strange and evil smile on his face.

"Ah!" The Sword of the Sword in his hand raised and horizontally, held the handle of the knife tightly in his right hand, and held the back of the sword with his left hand, and then stood in front of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword.

"Clang!" There was a loud noise, and Lin Hongming's shock whip was bounced upwards, and he also leaned back; while Xiaonan was down-to-earth and straight, but he was still motionless.

"Hey!" Lin Hongming deserves to be the famous "shocking god" in the world. While flipping back, he kicked directly at Fun Xiaonan's chest.

The strange smile on Xiaonan's face flashed again, and his whole body also leaned back, barely avoiding this kick; but the horror knife held in the air directly pressed back and pressed directly down towards Lin Hongming's feet with the back of the knife.

Lin Hongming's face changed slightly, his legs bent in the air, his body twisted suddenly, and a lazy donkey rolled in the air, rolling to the ground; he held the shock whip with a look on his face, then shouted angrily and slapped him again.

You must never let the other party take the lead, otherwise the other party will be in a disadvantage if you just killed one after another.

The evil smile on Xiaonan's face was still there, without saying much, and he screamed lightly, and the terrifying sword in his hand also slashed it with one knife.

The sword seemed slow but fast, but it came to Lin Hongming in the blink of an eye; compared with the first step of the slash against the wind, the power of the third step was not weak at all.

Lin Hongming shouted angrily, and the copper mace in his hand hit the horror knife hard.

"Clang!" The sound was not very crisp. After the shocking sword touched the copper mace, it was like a spirit snake. It slipped gently and then it elusively cut to Lin Hongming's arm.

Lin Hongming's eyes narrowed, and his waist swung his strength, and his hands shook like a willow branch, and he escaped from the threat of this sword; at the same time, he slashed at Fun Xiaonan again.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!"

The two of them hit several times in a row, and they turned out to be evenly matched. The only difference is that the evil smile on Xiaonan's face was still the same, and it seemed to be relaxed and natural.

However, Lin Hongming's breath was slightly thicker and he was a little hidden and under the wind.

Looking at Lin Hongming who was beginning to breathe, Xiao Nan raised his mouth and chuckled with a sarcasm. He raised his horror knife in his hand, paused slightly under his feet, and rolled towards Lin Hongming like a whirlwind.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!"

Everyone saw Xiao Nan's sword swaying like a god. The terrifying sword was like a storm, and it kept slashing towards Lin Hongming.

"Hahaha..." As the weapons collided, Xiaonan's laughter became more and more strange and brisk.

Under this pressure, Lin Hongming's forehead was sweating profusely, and he even tried to find one or two Taoist talismans several times, but he was always blocked by Fu Xiaonan's sword force and had no chance at all.

As the laughter in Xiaonan's mouth became more and more flamboyant, the speed of the terrifying sword in his hand became faster and faster, Lin Hongming gradually began to overwhelm; he could only barely resist, but he had no power to fight back at all.

But at this moment, no one saw it. Xiaonan's already deep eyes were completely dark at this time. In that darkness, a faint black aura that seemed to be there and there was slowly spreading...
Chapter completed!