Chapter 492 Let's Handout

When Meng Xue saw this scene, her beautiful eyes were frightened. She had just been seriously injured. At this moment, she could not use any spiritual power at all. Even in the peak state, she was pale and powerless in the face of this attack. Her mind was blank. Looking at the fingerprint, she didn't know what to do for a moment.

Just when everyone thought that the three of them were going to die under this fingerprint, a magnificent figure appeared on the top of the mountain rock, looking at the battle below, and a trace of cold flashed in his eyes: "By my gift, it's just me. Why do you need to embarras my friends!"

A golden rainbow, down from the void, with the speed of cutting through the air, quickly cutting on the fingerprints!

Bang!

With a loud noise, the sword left traces, and the fingerprints flying out were penetrated by this long rainbow, and finally turned into the purest spiritual power and dissipated.

Such a tough fingerprint has become so fragile at this moment. Is it too much for the elder to keep his hand?

In panic, the three also touched their bodies in a hurry and found that there was no scar. Then they quickly stood up and looked around.

Because Zhao Tian's action was too fast, no one saw it clearly except the old man.

"Since you are here, is there any need to hide it?" The white-robed old man's face did not fluctuate too much, but in every word, the vast pressure turned into a rolling thunder and scattered away.

Just when everyone was surprised, a golden light floated from the distance, and the golden light dissipated, revealing the figure in it.

"Brother Zhao Tian!"

All three of them were stunned, and then their faces were full of joy, but behind Zhao Tian, there was also this arrogant body, and everyone knew the beautiful figure.

"Miss He!"

"The elder, that's the boy. His name is Zhao Tian. He is a big trouble for our demon clan. Three attacks on the Tenglong Empire were destroyed by him, and he also killed our demon warrior Jinmo and Elder Fan Wuqi!"

When Xiao He saw Zhao Tian coming, his eyes were full of hatred. He pointed directly at Zhao Tian and said to the old man in white robe, as if he was going to swallow Zhao Tiansheng.

The eyes of the old man in white robe slowly looked away. His dim yellow eyes were slightly surprised when he saw Zhao Tian, but the surprise just flashed away.

"The power of one person, three times to break my demon army, not bad! However, few young people can have the courage to kill our war generals and elders!" The tone of the old man in white robe did not fluctuate at all, as if he were talking about a very common thing.

Zhao Tian smiled, motioned several people to retreat, and said leisurely, "The seniors are wrong!"

The white-robed old man's face is still Gujing Wubo: "It's reasonable for you to be an official in the court, but I really want to see the strength of this little friend, and it's not in vain for me to go out!"

Zhao Tian still looks indifferent: "Kid, I won't let my predecessors down!"

The old man in white robe did not talk nonsense. His right arm danced half a circle in front of him. A shocking evil spirit was also at this time, and he spread out with a palm. This palm drove the sharp wind, like the darkness of blood, as if it were a huge blood cell. All the pressure was condensed in an instant, and all the air all the way. They were all shocked and powerful.

The strength of this white-robed old man should be the peak of the first-class martial arts king, or even the second-class martial arts king. In the face of such a master, Zhao Tian dares not be careless.

"Xuanyuan Sword!"

Holding the hilt of Xuanyuan Sword in both hands, it was not deliberately controlled. The sword has a strong murderous spirit, as if it was bringing hundreds of thousands of troops here. Such momentum, stormy waves, Zhao Tian's waist rotated, Xuanyuan sword was like a green dragon coming out of a hole, carrying a terrible power, drawing a golden rainbow in mid-air , soaring out, the ripples are like a spiral, swaying up.

Boom!

Two different forces collided, and a small piece of space collapsed, revealing a dark black hole, but the black hole only lasted for a moment and disappeared.

King Wu has been able to understand the space independently, but it still takes a lot of power to break through the space. Only when he really reaches the Emperor of Wu can he break through the space barriers more easily. As for the realm of Wu Zun and Wusheng, breaking the void is as simple as eating and drinking water. Even if it is to move mountains and seas, for them It's not difficult to say.

The strength of the white-robed old man is stronger than Zhao Tian, but Zhao Tian has a strong defense and endless cards, and with the spiritual power of Xuanyuan Zhenling, it is not impossible to fight.

The old man in white robe did not move in place, but Zhao Tian moved back half a step. In contrast, it is clear in everyone's hearts who is stronger and who is weak.

"Magic Hand!"

The old man in white robe did not want to give Zhao Tian any chance to take action first. As soon as he finished the bombarded him, he grabbed it with one claw. The strong claw force left a faint shadow in the air.

"What a strong claw power!"

Zhao Tian thought that his body had not reached the level of being able to withstand the claw force without injury, so he chose the simplest move, and the golden light flowed under his feet.

Next moment!

His figure has disappeared in place, and when it appears again, it will be a miles away.

In silence, the rocks behind Zhao Tian were caught in dozens of feet-sized pits under this claw, and all the rocks in them were caught into powder by the magic hand.

Such a powerful force makes everyone's hearts throb. In the face of such a power, even 100 nine-level martial artists are useless.

At this time, Zhao Tian counterattacked. The Xuanyuan sword, which had just landed, cut his chest, and a half-moon-shaped golden sword spirit danced out. The pure spiritual power contained in it could not be compared with the white robe. The sword spirit was in a mess, and the ground was cut down several inches, bringing sand dust all over the sky, which was extremely powerful. Vast.

A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the white-robed old man, but the speed of his hands was not slow at all, and the blood outside the body broke out to the limit, like a ruby in the light, shining with a strange light, slap towards the golden sword spirit.

bang,

The golden crescent sword spirit immediately collapsed as soon as it came into contact. The old man in white robe's face changed and he secretly shouted bad.

Zhao Tian didn't know when he urged the Xuanyuan sword and appeared not far away from the old man in the white robe. The sword fell again. The dazzling golden light filled the sight of the old man in the white robe, and there was no sword light.

In a hurry, the old man in white can only stimulate the spiritual power of protecting the body outside the body, almost to the limit.

Bang!...

With a loud noise, the old man's body in white robe was struck by lightning and flew backwards, opening his mouth and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"What a treacherous boy!"

Forced to stabilize his body, the old man in white robe wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth.

Zhao Tian, who was not far away, shook his head. Unexpectedly, his sneak attack only caused him some minor injuries. Next time, he thought that there would be no such a good opportunity.

"Silent demon sky!"

The old man in white robe has reached a quite strong level in both spiritual skills and cultivation, but he is only strong in the Tenglong Empire. When he looks at the whole continent, he is still much weaker. As he stimulates the spiritual power in his body, the space around him suddenly becomes sticky, and wisps of lines emerge.

Huh?

In Zhao Tian's eyes, he can't see that on this pattern, there is a dangerous atmosphere. It must be something that destroys the spiritual power of the body. He must not touch it. In this way, his action space has become shrinking. This is the first time he has seen this kind of spiritual skill that restricts mobile space.

"I'm not as good as you, but your real strength is not as good as me!"

The old man in white robe looked at Zhao Tian and shook his head, with an unsatisfactory look in his eyes.

"It's too early for you to say it!"

The old man in white robe smiled and said, "Really? In that case, let's end it!"

In an hour, Zhao Tian only felt that the wrapping force around his body was getting stronger and stronger, as if he wanted to squeeze himself to death. If he was in it for a long time, even if he was not squeezed to death, he would definitely burst his muscles and become a waste.

Zhao Tian no longer hesitated. Xuanyuan's sword waved out, and suddenly the invisible ripples spread out. The silence created by the old man in the white robe created such a restraint space was a big mouth by Zhao Tian, and then it was broken inch by inch.