Chapter 443 Killing

At this time, Xiao Lu encountered great trouble at the exit of this cemetery. A saint cut him off. This saint was from the royal family.

"A strong man who has just entered the realm of a saint?" After sensing the other party's cultivation, Xiao Lu was secretly relieved. If a saint king came, he would have to run away.

"Okay, it's time for you to go!" The middle-aged saint standing behind Xiao Lu made a sound. He didn't pay attention to Xiao Lu at all. He was a small semi-saint, and he could directly ignore it. There is no comparison between the saint and the half saint, and the saint can kill a large area of the half saint with one hand.

"Would you like to kill me? Just come here!" Xiao Lu's face showed a trace of disdain. This saint is just a saint's cultivation, and he can still fight with him.

The middle-aged saint sent out a fierce murderous atmosphere all over his body, and then walked to Xiao Lu step by step. Every step is extremely firm, and the earth will tremble with each step.

At this moment, Xiao Lu felt great pressure. The middle-aged man in front of him was moving like an ancient mountain, squeezing towards him.

"Rumble..." The momentum of the middle-aged man is rising. Although he hasn't taken action yet, the air machine has locked Xiao Lu, and the whole void has shaken under his momentum. However, in the face of this extremely strong pressure, Xiao Lu still stood there like a mountain, and his face did not change at all.

Xiao Lu's performance made the middle-aged saint feel a little uneasy. There seemed to be something wrong, but he didn't know where the problem was. Seven or eight steps, the momentum of the middle-aged saint soared to the peak, and the void of the whole world seemed to be crushed by this power. Xiao Lu's bones kept bursting. His waist was straight, and the pressure of the saint could not make him bow his head, but aroused his fighting spirit.

"Roar!" Xiao Lu roared, his long hair was windless, and he flew wildly. A huge amount of blood broke out of his body. His body seemed to be a terrible flood beast awakened, and the power suddenly broke out shook the void around him. A circle of ripples that could be used by the naked eye spread from Xiao Lu's body.

"What..." When the middle-aged saint saw this scene, his eyes flashed with color. This is not the power of immortality, nor the power of Shinto, nor the power of demonism and Buddhism.

"The Taoism of Wuzu?" Although the middle-aged saint looks like a middle-aged man, he can achieve the throne, and his age must be scary. This is an antique.

"I want to pull out your soul. The inheritance of Wuzu will be mine!" The middle-aged saint took action, and he pointed out and hit a sword wave.

"Hum!" There was a sound of shock in the void, as if there was a peerless sword coming out of its sheath, and a fierce cold sword spirit opened from the fingers of the middle-aged saint.

Facing the killing move of the middle-aged saint, Xiao Lu did not dodge and directly punched the sword wave that penetrated the hole. The power of the five elements was vast on his fist, and above his fist, there seemed to be six small worlds looming. Xiao Lu's punch directly used six reincarnations.

"Touch!" Xiao Lu's fist smashed the sword wave and went away. He punched the middle-aged saint directly, and the void made a sound of shock.

"Hmm?" The middle-aged saint was shocked. He never thought that Xiao Lu's body was so strong that he could scatter the sword wave he hit with his bare hands.

"Wo!" Xiao Lu rushed over in eight extreme steps, but the middle-aged saint was not in a hurry. He only saw his hands row in front of him, and the void in front of him was immediately torn open. The cracked void suddenly took the rushed Xiao Road into it

Although the middle-aged saint is just a saint's cultivation and strength, he is a saint after all, and his own "Tao" has also made small success. He showed a great killing skill. He tore the void and swallowed Xiao Lu into the chaos of nothingness. Only saints could use such a method.

However, the middle-aged saint was not happy. He looked solemn. He waved his hands and evolved his Tao, and a trace of Taoism flowed between his hands. He made divine lines and branded the void, trying to close the void he had torn apart, but in the crack of the void, there was a great force.

"Wuzu's inheritance is really unusual!" The middle-aged saint's heart was shocked and swallowed into chaos and nothingness. Unexpectedly, he was not dead. Such combat power is really amazing. The middle-aged saint found it difficult. The divine pattern was imprinted into the void, attracting the power of heaven and earth. The torn void was slowly repaired, but this speed was too slow.

"Touch!" The void vibrated, and a force rushed out of the cracks in the space. The divine lines branded in the void vibrated together, and the divine light flashed.

"Is this guy really a half-saint?" The middle-aged saint was secretly shocked. He did not dare to neglect and tried his best to evolve his own "Tao". However, he was just a saint's cultivation. His "Tao" did not even have a prototype at all, and could only evolve a trace of Taoism.

"Touch!" Touch!" Touch!" The huge impact sounded between heaven and earth, and the cracks in the space were surrounded by divine lines, supported by the power of heaven and earth, but there was still a circle of transparent ripples like water waves, and a void seemed to suddenly collapse and shatter at any time.

"I don't believe I can't destroy you!" The middle-aged saint is fierce. He is a saint, but he can't clean up a small semi-saint. If it spreads, he must be disgone!

"Boom..." A terrible holy power appeared on the body of the middle-aged saint. The fierce force shook the whole world, and divine light rushed out of his body, intertwined into a net of light, and sealed the crack in the space ahead. However, when the middle-aged saint used the supreme sealing technique, a burst of terror to the extreme, and the power wave suddenly erupted in the cracks in space like 100,000 volcanoes.

"Boom!" In a shocking sound, the void of the whole world collapsed, the power of destruction was vast between heaven and earth, and the void was turned into a black hole without a trace of light. Countless divine lines imprinted in the void by the middle-aged saint were dispelled in an instant, and even the divine network condensed by the middle-aged saint with his own power dissipated in the void in an instant.

This shocked the middle-aged saint. He suffered a great impact and directly spit blood and flew away. The divine clothes on his body turned into fragments in an instant.

"Hum!" With a shock, a huge tower rushed out of the black hole without any light, and a terrible breath came between heaven and earth.

"This is..." This breath made the middle-aged saint's heart tremble. It seemed to be a breath released from a supreme existence. It was extremely horrible, and even the saints felt that the soul was shocked.

The middle-aged saint flew thousands of feet away. Before he came to his senses, Xiao Lu had already rushed to him, and a fist with the power of the five elements surged directly hit his face. The fist did not arrive, but the fist wind was like a blade, which made the middle-aged saint's face hurt and he could hardly open his eyes.

"Roar!" The middle-aged saint roared. Without thinking about it, he flew back directly and fought with people from Wuzu. He most avoided being approached by the other party. Once he was approached by the other party, the end would be miserable. The great martial artist is unparalleled, and even the body of the mythical beast is not comparable. He is a horrible soldier, and he can bombard the stars in the sky with a pair of fists. It is absolutely terrible to be close to such an existence. The middle-aged saint thought of various legends, did not dare to neglect them, and retreated like lightning. However, Xiao Lu stepped on eight extreme steps, showing eight steps of speed, chasing and killing with a shadow, and in this short process, his fist soared to the limit.

"Boom!" The power of the five elements surged forward and shook the earth. The void in front of the fist was collapsing and breaking. This punch penetrated the heaven and earth. This punch made heaven and earth pale.

"What..." The middle-aged saint sensed the rhyme fluctuation on Xiao Lu's fist and couldn't help but be shocked. The other party is not a saint and has not been sanctified, which is absolutely impossible to evolve the rhyme. There is only one possibility, that is, the boxing technique performed by Xiao Lu, which is the emperor's magic. Only the emperor's magic can generate the first rhyme when it is used, which is a feature of the emperor's magic.

Xiao Lu's body method was too fast. Even the middle-aged saint could not distance himself from Xiao Lu. Xiao Lu's fist slowly hit the middle-aged saint.

At this time, a golden shield appeared in the middle-aged saint's hand, and then held the shield and blocked forward. On the shield, a Taoist divine pattern emerged, which was a sacred artifact.

"Touch!" Xiao Lu's fist hit the golden shield fiercely, and the golden shield collapsed inward with one punch, and a fist print appeared. The middle-aged saint and the Aegis flew backwards again, and his arm was in severe pain, which was almost broken by the horrible fist from the Aegis.

"What..." The middle-aged saint was blown away thousands of feet by Xiao Lu's punch, with blood in the corners of his mouth and extreme fists. Although more than half of them were resolved by the Shield, it still shocked the middle-aged saint.

"This..." The middle-aged saint was shocked to the extreme. This is a sacred weapon, which was almost smashed by the other party's punch. The area around the punch mark on the shield was dense and full of small cracks. The cracks were centered on the fist seal and spread in all directions, covering the whole golden Aegis, and the fluctuations of the Aegis became weak.

Xiao Lu will not give the middle-aged man any chance to breathe. He followed him like a shadow, and his eight-step speed was played to the extreme, and he directly punched the middle-aged saint. The power of the five elements shook the sky and the earth, as if it could destroy everything. Xiao Lu was unparalleled, full of blood, and his murderous intention was like a rainbow.

"Touch!" Xiao Lu punched the golden shield again, and it was bombarded in the same place. This punch almost penetrated the shield, and countless divine lines were disillusioned on the shield. Without any suspense, the middle-aged saint was punched out by Xiao Lu again.

Xiao Lu strode forward and punched 18 times in a row, finally breaking the shield in the hands of the middle-aged saint, and one arm of the middle-aged saint was broken, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

"Touch!" Without the resistance of the Shield, Xiao Lu punched the middle-aged saint in the chest. The middle-aged saint spit out blood. He was unwilling to be severely damaged by a half saint, which made him ashamed and angry and had the impulse to die.

"Wow!" The middle-aged saint roared. He seemed to be crazy, desperately stimulating the power of immortality in his body. The divine light immediately rushed out of his body like a divine sword, and the injury was repaired in the blink of an eye, as if he had never been injured. An extremely powerful force surged out of the body of the middle-aged saint, and the void where he was found was cracked into terrible space cracks by this force, which shocked Xiao Lu.

"Either you die or I die!" The middle-aged saint sprayed blood in his mouth, but he still roared. After that, his whole body was covered with Taoist marks, and a divine light rushed to Xiao Lu.

"Wo!" A bright divine light suddenly appeared in the dark void, and then suddenly shot in front of Xiao Lu. The speed was so fast that it was difficult for Xiao Lu to avoid.

"Puff!" With a soft sound, the blood light suddenly appeared. Xiao Lu only felt a pain in his hand, and the divine light actually penetrated through his palm, which made him shocked and angry.

"You won't die this time?" The voice of the middle-aged saint sounded around, and then a divine light containing a trace of Taoist power emerged around Xiao Lu, and then intertwined into a large net, trapping Xiao Lu in it. The big net intertwined with light is shrinking rapidly, and every divine light is emitting palpitating fluctuations, trying to wear out Xiao Lu in the net.

"Hum!" A shock came from Xiao Lu's body, and then a huge divine tower appeared on Xiao Lu's body. This was not the real Tiandi Tower, but the virtual shadow of the Tiandi Tower.

"What..." A figure condensed outside the divine network.

"You can go to hell!" Xiao Lu's face showed a sneer, and then directly shook the Tiandi Tower.

"Touch!" The divine network covering Xiao Lu was suddenly shaken away by a huge force from Xiao Lu, and the Taoist rhyme dissipated in the void.

"Wow!" The middle-aged saint's body was shocked, and he opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood, with a shocked look on his face. A force broke out in his body, as if it was about to break out.

"Wow!" The middle-aged saint roared to the sky, and his face became ferocious. His body was expanding, and a force was exploding in his body, which made his body expand

"How can this be, how can you have such a thing!" The middle-aged saint roared and expressed despair in his tone. His body began to crack in the process of expansion, and his body was cracking. No matter how the middle-aged saint attracts the power of heaven and earth, attracts Taoism, and uses all kinds of unpredictable means, he can't suppress the power in his body. The middle-aged saint finally screamed, "Boom!" With a sound, his whole body exploded and his spirit was destroyed.