"This is quite interesting." Xia Tian said calmly and in a nonchalant tone: "You are indeed holding my heart in your hand?"
The man with the Chinese character face was not aroused by Xia Tian, and said with a smile: "If this king was young, he might be deceived by you, but now, hehe."
"Is it a scam? Don't you have a clue in your own mind?" Xia Tian didn't bother to explain more, "You'll know if you just crush it."
"No hurry." The man with the Chinese character's face raised his eyebrows, raised his hand to make a box with air, and put the heart condensed with light into it, "Didn't you say three minutes? I will play with you for three minutes first.
Minutes, let’s see how much you weigh.”
Xia Tian said casually: "Come on then, stop talking nonsense."
"Okay." The man with the Chinese character's face nodded slightly and disappeared in an instant.
On the hillside, a faint air of anxiety spread for no apparent reason, and then a strong wind suddenly rose.
A thick dark cloud flew in from nowhere, turning the clear sky into a dull and dull precursor to a rainstorm.
"What are you doing with so many tricks? Can't you just do it?" Xia Tian shook his head, not quite understanding what the other party was thinking, "You have to do special effects in three minutes, don't you think it's a waste of spiritual energy?"
In mid-air, the voice of the man with the Chinese character's face suddenly sounded from far away and suddenly came close: "Don't worry, I have an endless supply of spiritual power. Changing the celestial phenomena is just a routine operation."
"Then it's up to you, use whatever tricks you have." Xia Tian lazily yawned, "Otherwise, when the three minutes are up, you won't have a chance to use it again."
The man with the Chinese character face couldn't help but laugh: "You dare to be so calm under the aura of this king's devil. I don't know whether to call you slow or ignorant of life and death."
Not long after, Xia Tian suddenly felt something shaking under his feet. When he looked down, he found that the ground was surging like water, and then the entire hillside was rising and falling.
"What is this going on?" Xia Tian felt a little strange.
The voice of the man with the Chinese character replied: "Of course I will bury you."
The soil, stones, flowers, plants and trees on the entire mountain seemed to have turned into water, forming a whirlpool, wrapping Xia Tian in the center, layer by layer of mud and stone barriers.
"Bang!"
Xia Tian curled his lips, pointed his toes, and stepped through the layers of mud flow very easily, and his figure suddenly went straight into the sky.
However, those mudflows did not let him go, and actually followed him into the sky, condensing a huge muddy hand and grabbing Xia Tian in mid-air.
Xia Tian's speed is extremely fast, and you can hardly even see the afterimage during the movement.
The strange thing is that the giant hand that is afraid of mudflow can catch the traces of Xia Tian every time. There were several times when Xia Tian almost hit the palm of that giant hand directly.
"Xia Tian, you can't escape." The man with the Chinese character's face laughed again, "You are already in my demon aura, and your heart is under my control, so your thoughts and consciousness,
Your flashes of thought... are all under my control. The longer you hold on, the more restrained you will be by the devil's aura. In the end, you will simply not be able to bear the huge consumption of spiritual energy and will die of exhaustion."
Xia Tian didn't bother to pay attention to that voice, and still flashed slowly and unhurriedly, avoiding the pursuit of the giant hand of mud flow.
"Haha, I'm really surprised to see how embarrassed you are." The man with the Chinese character's face became more and more sarcastic, "Have you really learned the magic from another world? The so-called eight needles that go against the sky are not enough.
So, are all the magical things just blown away?"
"Whether it was blown out, you will know later." Xia Tian replied lazily, but because of this sentence, his breath was stagnant, and then he was caught by the giant hand of the mud flow.
"Hahaha, you must have been caught." The man with the Chinese character's face revealed his figure and appeared beside Xia Tian, "What a pity. It seems that the information from the palace master is wrong. Your Eight Heaven-defying Needles are not an immortal at all.
You're nothing special about skills."
"Who is the palace master you are talking about?" Xia Tian asked with a smile: "Do I know him?"
The man with a Chinese character said coldly: "You don't deserve to know me. I don't understand. With your level, how could you become a legend? How could my son die in the hands of a loser like you?"
Xia Tian said casually: "You will die in my hands in a while."
"You have the thickest skin in the world." The man with the Chinese character stared at Xia Tian coldly, "If your Eight Needles Against Heaven are really powerful, then show it and let me see it."
"It's already been used, didn't you notice?" Xia Tian chuckled.
"Don't be so arrogant. You want to deceive this king. You are still young... eh?" The man with the Chinese character face was scolding Xia Tian, and suddenly he realized that something was wrong, because at some point, the person caught by the giant hand of the mud flow turned out to be
Became himself.
Xia Tian still had that playful smile and looked at the man with the Chinese character face mockingly: "Are you a little confused and don't know when you were tricked?"
"This..." The man with the Chinese character face was indeed a little confused. He clearly had everything under his control, but how could his offense and defense be reversed in the blink of an eye, without any warning.
Xia Tian challenged me with a smile: "The time hasn't come yet, how about I let you feel it again."
"Xia Tian, you don't think you can win over me with this little trick?" The man with the Chinese character's face snorted coldly, and suddenly a strong white thunder and lightning burst out from his body, instantly smashing the giant hand of the mud flow to pieces.
"Thunder Hand, Fire Palm, treat you to a good meal." The man with the Chinese character face crossed his hands in front of him, and his left hand suddenly flashed with rolling thunder and lightning, while his right palm was filled with scorching flames, and then he pushed with both palms.
, all blasted towards Xia Tian's chest.
"boom!"
Xia Tian seemed to be unable to dodge, and was directly hit. His body immediately fell into the ground like a cannonball, only making a bottomless hole.
The man with the Chinese character face was not happy, because he had noticed that Xia Tian was still alive, and there was no figure of Xia Tian in the pothole on the ground.
"It's interesting now." Xia Tian appeared in front of the man with the Chinese character face, clenched his fist and punched him, "Come on, you can also taste my fist."
There were no sparks or lightning in Xia Tian's fists, but the man with the Chinese character didn't dare to take a hard hit. He ducked sideways and then hit Xia Tian's left abdomen with both fists.
"Huh?" The man with the Chinese character face couldn't help but screamed when he saw that Xia Tian didn't respond. When he looked again, he found that his fist was actually blocked by an invisible air barrier.
In the middle of the qi barrier, there is a silver needle.
The silver needle is obviously soft, but it can block his pair of fists with lightning and flames.
"Don't you want to see the eight stitches against the sky?" Summer smiled, "Then let you see it, don't blink."
"How about this king's fist lost to a small silver needle!" The national character -faced man obviously couldn't accept this reality, and he transported the only spiritual power in his body.
Sending fierce.
In the air, "crackling!" Like, a strange flavor is permeated.
"Eight stitches against the sky are not just needles, nor can it be used for people." In summer, he yawned lazily, saying it was very scattered: "It is against the sky, which includes heaven, and you, and you
The ability to use is nothing more than borrowing wind, cloud, thunder, fire ... These natural phenomena. "
The man of the Chinese face suddenly understood what, and a dad instantly became extremely pale.
"So, I naturally have countless realms than you, how could you win me." In the summer, the silver needle was taken forward very casually.
Paled into the noodles of the Chinese -faced man.
Suddenly, Vientiane collects all.
The wind stopped, the clouds were scattered.
The hill is still the hill, but it has become shorter, because the potholes are filled.
The man of the Chinese character face suddenly fell to the ground, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "I haven't lost yet!"
"Don't take it out of the things in your pocket." In the summer, the silver needle was lazily recovered, saying disdain: "Fighting spirit, you can't fight me.
But after all, my spiritual power is infinite. "
The hand of the Chinese face face stagnated back, because there were indeed a few black crystals in the pocket, which was the spiritual power nucleus, and almost every one had the energy equivalent to the nuclear bomb. That was the entire [Tiangong].
Thousands of years of research results.
"Originally, you are hiding abroad, and you are the king who is good at your king. You have to run to the trouble of finding a woman in China." In summer, he yawned lazily and said, "People who have caused my woman, I am, I am
It is impossible to let him survive. The needle just now has broken your so -called immortal art, but I have left you for three days and go back to tell you that the palace owner, the Xiao family, do n’t, do n’t, do n’t
Come again to mess with me, otherwise I will come abroad to come abroad. "
The man of the Chinese character smiled suddenly, and did not know if it was because of the defeat, or because of the pity of his life span in summer: "In summer, don't be too proud, as long as I swallow these spiritual power cores, even if I kill
If you can't, you can fight for half your life! "
"I can only say that you think too much." Summer said with disdain: "Even if you swallow all those tattoo stones, you can't hit me. I can't touch me half of my hair. Except for you, you will be violent.
There will be no consequences. "
"I don't believe it!" The Chinese -faced man roared.
Summer's lips: "Then you try it."
His hesitation for a long time, the man of the Chinese character face still did not try, but just stood up slowly, looking at the summer: "Summer, this time the king lost. But the king will never die so easily, the king will come back to find it to find
You revenge, you wait for the king. "
The summer is tired of this complicated declaration, and basically the person who says this sentence can not live at all.
"May wish to remind you that our Tiangong Palace master is a immortal from a different world. She has long been very interested in you." The man of the Guo Zi face converged and said lightly: "Everything you know, she knows.
She said, sooner or later, you will go to her. "
"I'll go to her?" Summer stunned, and asked subconsciously: "Who is she, is it beautiful?"