All the wizards from the Tianjue lineage looked at the figure who was as high as a god with shock.
Although his cultivation has reached the level of a great spirit master.
It is not difficult to temporarily hide from the void.
But it is never easy to be so easy.
What's more, just now, Long Xiaoshan shook the Baolian Tower more than 30 meters high with one palm. This shocking strength even the high disciples of Suoton and Miya, the two disciples of the Tianjue Kings, had a very serious expression.
Long Xiaoshan said lightly: "Are you the disciples of King Tianjue?"
Soton and Miya looked at each other, Miya twisted their water snake-like waist and stepped out, a charming smile appeared on their lips and said, "I don't know who Zun Jia is? The little woman Miya is the King of Heaven."
The third guardian of the disciple.”
Miya's voice is like a yellow oriole, numb and numb, eyes are circling, and soul-stirring. I am afraid that any man will unconsciously fall into her gentle trap and cannot extricate himself.
However, Long Xiaoshan's eyes were like a cold pond that had not fluctuated at all.
He blinked his nails and said, "You are Miya. So, the one next to you is Soton."
The tall man covered in tattoos said hoarsely: "Yes, I am Soton. You have not told you about your identity yet. Could it be that he is a master from Hong Kong?"
If it weren't for Long Xiaoshan's palm, Suo Tun could not understand the opponent's strength, he would have taken action long ago.
"Who am I? I am the one who kills you."
As Long Xiaoshan finished speaking, Long Xiaoshan jumped down, like a movie of light, passing by everyone. He was too fast, and Soton and Miya saw a flower in front of him. Long Xiaoshan had been around the scene for a while and came to them.
After seeing it clearly, the two of them were shocked and angry.
At this time, Long Xiaoshan held a spear flat with his right hand and strung about a dozen black-robed men like gourd on the body of a gun that was more than two meters long. Except for Soton and Miya, all the Tianjue Sect members present were shot by Long Xiaoshan.
Heart.
Long Xiaoshan's hand shook, and the more than a dozen black-robed men were thrown off, piled up like a stack of arhats, and blood was still dripping from the spear.
"You, how dare you kill my Tianjue Sect?" Soton was extremely shocked and angry.
Long Xiaoshan stepped towards the two of them step by step and said lightly: "What's the point of killing him and a few disciples? Tell our sect where the Tianjue King is. Our sect wants to take his head to sacrifice to my friends."
Soton and Miya watched Long Xiaoshan step forward, and the two great wizards who swept across the Hong Kong Island magic world, as if they were back to the time when they were worshipping King Tianjue and meeting King Tianjue.
An indescribable pressure made the two of them retreat involuntarily.
Long Xiaoshan pressed step by step.
Soton finally couldn't bear it. With a roar, the dense tattoos on his body flashed with black light, and even his eyes were filled with dark light, and an extremely fierce aura burst out.
These tattoos are not simple tattoos, but King Tianjue used his great magic power to implant the talisman into Soton's body.
Once the full force explodes, this talisman is enough to allow Soton to exert three times his strength.
Soton swept across Hong Kong Island. Even when he was fighting against Mo Shengchuan, one of the four great masters of Hong Kong Island, he did not activate all these tattoos and talismans. He only activated two-thirds of them, and then severely damaged Mo Shengchuan.
.
But this time, Soton directly lit up all the tattoo talismans.
Soton's whole body became pitch black, and the muscles were like casting steel. At his heart, the heart of four or five times the size of an ordinary person was beating violently, like a drumbeat.
Even standing dozens of meters away, you can hear clearly.
Soton roared like a wild beast, and his naked feet quickly stepped on the ground. The ground of Baolian Zen Temple was paved with bluestone ten centimeters thick, but under Soton's feet were all divided and smoke and dust were everywhere. He was like a rushing horse.
The fierce horse rushed towards Long Xiaoshan with a violent momentum.
In a blink of an eye, Soton had already rushed to Long Xiaoshan. He clasped his fists with both hands, and smashed it hard at Long Xiaoshan's head like a powerful Heavenly Lord who angrily hit the mountain in mythology.
Boom!
The fist roared like thunder.
Facing this violent attack, Long Xiaoshan raised his palm and gently supported it.
Compared with Soton's black fists, his white jade-like palms, it seemed like white jade porcelain, and it seemed to be broken at the touch.
Seeing Long Xiaoshan so arrogant, Suoton even shot out a ferocious black light, which condensed all his strength into his arms and crushed him down!
The fists and palms of both sides finally met together.
Dong!
A voice like a big bell made.
The surging waves swept around, lifting up a large number of stones.
Soton's whole body was shocked, his hands were condensed in the air, and the fists as big as millstones were steadily grabbed in the air by a white jade-like palm, without any impetuous progress.
The greater the strength, the greater the rebound.
Suo Tun just slapped his force, but it seemed like he had hit a steel plate several meters thick. The powerful force recoiled back, making him almost vomit blood, and his internal organs felt displaced.
But what made him even more unbelievable was that even a powerful blow could smash even a high-quality magic weapon.
He actually let Long Xiaoshan hold it with one hand, and the other party seemed to not even shake it.
How terrifying is this guy's power?
Bang, suddenly, Long Xiaoshan's hand was closed and he pinched his fist. Suotu's face changed and he pulled it out suddenly, but it didn't move at all. Long Xiaoshan was in Suotu's horrified gaze.
Slowly close the palms.
Soton's fist was twisted and deformed, as if this was not an iron fist that could easily kill an elephant, but like dough, it was crushed into a bloody mud by Long Xiaoshan.
Soton wailed and pulled back with his bloody hands.
Long Xiaoshan strode forward and slapped Suo Tun's head with a palm.
Suddenly, a black light shot towards Long Xiaoshan, causing Long Xiaoshan to sluggish a little. Although he recovered quickly, Suoton escaped with a slight margin. Long Xiaoshan turned around and looked.
Miya was making seals with both hands and performing witchcraft.
Long Xiaoshan grinned and threw down Soton and walked towards Miya. Miya moved faster. His hands moved one after another, and magic light filled with various decay and decayed auras shot out, bombarding
Long Xiaoshan's body.
Long Xiaoshan was not blocked.
Let lights slam the body, and every time a ray of light hit Longshan, the golden light on his body became more and more prosperous. The golden light finally turned into a blazing golden flame, reflecting through the sky, and all the dark magic hit it and immediately turned into
nothingness.
Long Xiaoshan approached step by step, and Miya retreated step by step.
The fear in her eyes became stronger and stronger. As Long Xiaoshan got closer and closer, Miya became more and more panicked. The casting failed one after another. She pulled out a green dagger, screamed and stabbed Long Xiaoshan.
chest.
bite!
The dagger seemed to pierce on the steel plate, and even Long Xiaoshan's skin was not pierced.
He raised his hand and pinched Miya's slender neck.