Seeing Li Xiaobai's intact appearance, the old man's expression changed drastically. His offensive had no effect at all!
The golden giant stick was like hitting the endless sea without causing any waves.
"How is this possible? You can actually take on my offensive!"
The old man's face was distorted, and the huge phantom of the soul behind him flipped its wrist, swept the golden stick, and hit Li Xiaobai's forehead again.
"boom!"
On the arena, rubble flew, cracks criss-crossed the arena, and a powerful aura swept across the entire arena.
[Attribute points +2000...]
[Attribute points +2000...]
Li Xiaobai still refused to dodge and withstood this wave of attacks.
The complexion is plain and natural.
"Senior, you are not strong enough."
The old man's eyes almost popped out of his head. His cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage had no effect at all in front of the opponent. He couldn't hit the opponent even if he stood there. What kind of strength does this have?
At this age and stage, it seems that only those abnormal-level Tianjiao monks can compete with him, right?
It is said that the youngest son of the Situ family has already entered the stage of transcending tribulation at a young age. Could it be that the boy in front of him is also the same and is already a super master who has achieved great success in spiritual practice at a young age?
Impossible, absolutely impossible, how could there be so many geniuses in this world? It should be because the other person has some kind of treasure to protect him.
"Haha, boy, your support should be a certain treasure. It is indeed amazing to be able to withstand my attack, but the means of the soul cannot be defended by treasure alone!"
The old man made a seal with his hand, and the huge shadow of the soul behind him turned into a stream of light and disappeared into his eyebrows.
An unrivaled and powerful pressure suddenly descended.
"Finger of Nirvana!"
The old man put his hands together and pointed his sword, and a huge black finger appeared in the void, slamming down on Li Xiaobai with the force of a mountain.
The entire arena was cracked by the pressure at this moment. Many monks in the surrounding area stayed away and did not dare to get close, for fear of being affected at all.
"This is the Finger of Nirvana!"
"It is said that as long as the Zhang family's forbidden technique is contaminated with a trace of black aura, the soul will be continuously eaten away by it until it is completely destroyed!"
"I didn't expect Mr. Zhang to actually use this trick. It seems that Li Xiaobai is indeed a very troublesome person."
"Haha, no matter how difficult it is, no matter how difficult it is, in front of our clan's forbidden arts, we can only wait for death!"
Everyone in the Zhang family sneered. They were no strangers to the Nirvana Finger. The reason why the Zhang family was able to dominate this area was because of this move. Maybe the head of the Zhang family was not the highest in cultivation in this area.
But the Zhang family's Nirvana Finger is an existence that no one dares to touch. There is no other reason. Even if a master in the tribulation stage is hit by this attack, his soul will be greatly damaged. The loss of strength is not a big deal, but the foundation is damaged.
The real cruelty.
After all, the power of the soul is the most difficult power to cultivate. Once it is damaged, it is likely to be a lifelong regret.
Zhang Xu's eyes were shining with excitement, and he could already see Li Xiaobai's painful struggle next.
When the Nirvana Point comes out, who can compete with it?
"Boy, die here!"
Mr. Zhang's eyes flashed with madness, and the power of his soul swept over him, and his dark fingers hit Li Xiaobai's forehead without any bias.
Li Xiaobai still refused to dodge and let the finger point between his eyebrows.
[Attribute points +3000...]
[Attribute points +3000...]
"This move is not bad. For a Yuanying stage monk, it is already very good."
Li Xiaobai nodded, ignored the huge fingers pressing on his head, and smiled lightly.
"this……"
Not to mention Mr. Zhang, everyone in the audience was dumbfounded at this moment. He was allowed to be hit by this offensive against the soul, and he was still able to talk and laugh. What kind of cultivation level did this person have?
"This is impossible. What tricks did you use, and why were you able to block my attack?"
"Even if you are a monk at the stage of becoming a god, you can't just take my finger of annihilation and remain unscathed!"
The elder's pupils shrank, and there was a look of fear in his eyes. It was only at this moment that he realized that the young man standing opposite him was by no means an ordinary character. He might really be able to compete with those talented people!
Zongdao and his wife were also stunned. Did their son really find a master to come back?
What is the origin of Li Xiaobai?
With this kind of cultivation realm, its strength is unfathomable, and it is also the stage of divine transformation, right?
Even those who are strong in the Tribulation Stage are uncertain. Such a genius must be made friends with!
"Madam, please go back and let Yao'er get closer to Mr. Li."
Zongdao is the right way.
"It's necessary. One Yaoer is not enough. When Yaya comes out of seclusion, let the two sisters get close together. Such a talented young man has an unlimited future. We must make good friends!"
The woman nodded, her expression also solemn.
On the stage, the old man's body swayed, and the skills in his body were running wildly, and he suddenly attacked Li Xiaobai.
Li Xiaobai put his hands behind his back and let the old man use all his methods, standing still and as steady as a mountain.
Attribute points are constantly improving, but the speed is still changing. The attribute points that Nascent Soul Stage monks can provide are really a drop in the bucket.
Turning his wrist, a long sword appeared in his hand. Li Xiaobai didn't want to write any more ink. Today's people are still a group of soldiers and generals, but they are mainly for testing. The real strong man behind the scenes has not yet appeared, and there is no point in continuing to waste it.
Mr. Zhang was startled. He swayed and retreated to the edge of the ring. He cupped his fists and raised his hands, and said seriously: "Master Li is a heroic young man, but I misjudged him. Mr. Li showed his power today. I admire him very much. I am willing to admit defeat. Zhang
The young master’s matter will be dealt with in one fell swoop today and will not be investigated again in the future!”
After saying that, he flew down to the ring.
Li Xiaobai was speechless in his heart. This old man also showed the word shameless vividly. When he didn't resist, the other party used all kinds of methods, and the beating was a joy.
As soon as he saw that he had drawn his sword, he turned around and ran away without saying a word. This behavior reminded him of the old beggar.
"Senior, you want to run away after a fight? Where in the world can such a good thing happen?"
"None of you can leave today!"
The long sword in his hand casually slashed down in the air. In just a moment, both Mr. Zhang on the stage and the monks below the stage all felt that they were out of control. They knelt on their knees, raised their hands high, and
He rushed over in the direction of Li Xiaobai.
After a few breaths, the arena was filled with kneeling monks, all of whom looked confused and didn't understand what was happening.
"What happened? Why did I kneel down?"
"I don't know. My body doesn't obey orders, and I can't mobilize my spiritual power. Is this Li Xiaobai's technique?"
"This is simply a demonic method. One sword makes us all worship. What kind of cultivation is this?"