Chapter 58 Killing the Saint

The fists and palms are intertight, the earth cracks, and the gravel is everywhere.

Xu Le's ninety-two power to carry the tripod, Mo Xiaodu's power is stronger, but Xu Lesheng has a magical physique, and it is a body that has evolved after two transformations, and the anti-shock force does not play a role in the body.

"I am Xu Qi, the deputy general of the government. Any intruder will be killed. You and other demon maniacs have no emperor. It's not a pity to die. Even if they die in battle, they will never retreat and kill.

Xu Le's momentum is getting stronger and stronger, and he wants to use this incident to completely turn the clan's mansion upside down.

"Surfing waves."

The punching speed is faster, and the lightning has reached the back of Huang Qizi in a flash. The fist is like a meteor flying rainbow, which is enough to penetrate an iron man.

A light flashed, and a transparent protective cover appeared on Huang Qizi's body, holding a slap-sized rune in his hand, which was shining.

"Is this the power of the charm?"

Xu Le didn't even break the protective cover with one punch. He couldn't help but be surprised. The world is really amazing. A small rune will be so powerful. However, Huang Qizi's face turned pale. He flew into the house and shouted sadly, "Ancient saint, let's escape quickly."

A blood arrow spewed out, and the ancient saint's injury intensified. He opened his eyes, which was full of blood mist.

"Young master, the ancestor of the Fenghuo Empire is very powerful. I am invincible and my soul is damaged. It has degenerated to the middle of concentration. The source of power has also been shattered. If you can't fight again, run away quickly.

The ancient saint had cracks in his whole body, and the blood lines were shocking. He used a magic skill to send Huang Qizi away, but Xu Le finally caught the big fish, how could he easily let them go?

With a bang, his wings changed, gently like a starlight. It has reached a critical moment, and he will no longer keep it. If you can catch a demon saint alive, your power will rise to an unimaginable level.

It was just a flash. The hand had been pressed on Huang Qizi's head. Without waiting for him to make a panic sound, his knees were on his lower abdomen. The power rushed into his body like a sword, destroying muscles and bones and destroying the flesh and blood structure.

"Oh, your supernatural physique is going to evolve successfully."

Huang Qizi's whole body was blown out and curled up. He fell to the ground like a dead pig, took out a bottle of medicine from Mijie with one hand and swallowed it all.

"Young master."

Mo Xiaodu's hoarse voice was full of panic. The black robe bulged, and there was a 'air' flowing, emitting a very special breath from her lower abdomen. The source of power in her body has taken shape. If she wants to completely succeed, she must resonate with heaven and earth.

It's just that this ugly woman's talent is average. Although she is already a master, her combat effectiveness is not very good.

"I don't know whether to live or die, but I actually want to hide in this general's mansion." Xu Le's starlight wings flapped, and people broke through the roof and flew into the air, and then attacked like an eagle, "spit the sky."

The air with a radius of 30 meters rotated and condensed under his palm, and the huge palm print was suppressed like a small peak. The first form of Zhentian's palm came out in his hand and became more and more powerful.

to heaven-level skills, with the ability to increase combat power. Under the palm of Xu Le, he was promoted to at least 96, but this explosive power could not last.

"Young master, go quickly." Mo Xiaodu's voice was sad. She pushed her hands, and the power of 95 burst into the air, and her breath soared to the sky.

Bum——

The bluestone on the ground is broken, and countless cracks are crisscrossed, which is more shocking than spider webs.

Xu Le slapped Mo Xiaodu's legs into the ground, and then directly stretched his wings and swung up, just like a dragon rushing to the sky.

"Won the sky."

Xu Le has destroyed this place, turning the earth upside down, and several buildings have collapsed. He was determined to leave the three of them. The second type of Zhentian's palm came out, and the power was more fierce. The condensed palm was grasped. The bluestone ground was more fragile than tofu, and it was overturned by him.

Mo Xiaodutang's martial arts master is like a candlelight in the wind and rain that will go out at any time. The harsh bone crack sounded, and her physique was finally displaced. Although her strength was still there, it had become a clawless tiger.

The imperial forest army is equivalent to the law enforcement disciples in Xianmen. They are well trained. When Xu Le gave the order, those peripheral imperial forest army guards gathered to besiege one after another. Several bodyguards rushed to the front, just to see Xu Le's invincible glorious image, all stunned.

They are all knowledgeable people. Naturally, they recognize that it is a real supernatural physique at a glance. Otherwise, how can a human change its wings? What's more eye-catching is that the wings are extremely gorgeous, and the starlight is accompanied by the fan.

"Take them down, and I will go to drag the injured demon saint." Xu Le's voice kept echoing, and his real body had flashed to the ancient saint and grabbed it without hesitation. Take advantage of his illness and kill him.

Suddenly, the ancient saint raised his head, just opened his mouth and blew, and a flying sword burst out, speeding beyond Xu Le's senses. The sword is condensed internally, and its power is comparable to that of the sword of gas treasure.

With a sound, there was a crackling spark.

Xu Le's supernatural physique could not stop the power of the inner breath sword. His shoulders were penetrated, and others were also blown away with one palm.

"Kid, I didn't expect you to be so cunning. As long as I still have a breath, how can I allow you to be wild?"

Although the ancient saint was seriously injured, Yu Wei was still there. He took out a yellow charm from the Mijiezi, bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a drop of blood. He saw the yellow charm turn into a light, just wrapping Xu Le.

Xu Le's strength was scattered. As soon as he condensed, he felt that his whole body was trapped in a quagmire and his limbs were weak.

"It's a plot."

"You can go to hell." The ancient saint smiled ferociously, like a devil crawling out of hell. He staggered, took three steps and frowned. Then he looked at the two captured purgatory disciples outside the house, sighed, and took out an almost transparent charm, which seemed to ripple with the wind on the surface.

"No, he wants to escape." Xu Le couldn't move, but the soul power was still there. Seeing that the other party was about to escape, the soul power rushed out and killed a nihilless sword wave.

"Hmm?"

The ancient saint's face changed sharply and turned his head to look at Xu Le. He also showed the secret skill of soul. Soul fighting is the most dangerous and strange. It is unpredictable, and no one can predict what the result will be.

A assassination, Xu Le's soul power invaded the other party's bitter sea, and he saw that the ancient saint's bitter sea was a sea of fire. The flame is burning brightly, showing a purple color, and there is a thumb-sized mind suspended above the bitter sea of fire, which is at least ten times the volume of Xu Le's mind.

However, cracks appeared on the surface of the ancient saint's mind, which would break at any time like porcelain. The strength was weak, and it was almost the cultivation in the middle of the mind.

It is difficult to recover from the fragmentation of the mind, unless there is an anti-sky elixir to heal the mind, or the absorption of aura without cost.

"Old devil, you can't escape this time." Xu Le spread some spiritual fluctuations, and a sword turned out and rushed to his mind.

"Who are you in the later stage of the spiritual cultivation?" The mental fluctuation passed by the ancient saint was rapid and uneasiness. Obviously, he realized that he had encountered an unprecedented crisis, and his soul power transformed into a flame man to attack and kill him.

Xu Le's soul is not in the realm, but his mind has been refined by the wind, which is quite condensed, and his strength is enough to make up for the flaws in the realm. With a pair of killings, his nihilistic sword wave killed the flame man with thousands of holes.

"Ky, if you want to kill all, I will die with you." The ancient saint's mind fluctuated violently, and he saw the sea of flames rolling up, and the flames burned more vigorously. The thought that was about to crack began to heal, and the power of the soul gradually increased.

However, the suspended mind gradually decreases, as if it is about to fall into the sea of suffering.

"Old man, if you want to fight to the death, I won't accompany you." Xu Le felt the improvement of the power of the other party's soul and knew that he was using secret skills, dedicating his soul, and trying to make the final blow with the power of the bitter sea of suffering.

"It's late, Soul Storm."

As soon as Xu Le withdrew his soul power, he felt an invisible pressure covering him, and a roar in his mind, and the boundless sea of bitterness appeared. A gust of wind blew over the calm sea of bitterness. The wind was the wind of flames, blowing loudly, and even the sea of bitterness fluctuated everywhere it went, making a creaking sound.

The soul realm of the ancient saint entered the quenching realm. Once the secret skill is used to kill the formed soul power is quite horrible, and the wind of flames will destroy everything here.

"None."

Xu Le's spirit fluctuated on the stone sword and saw 'no' coming out. He is a little taller, and the cloak he is wearing is windless. Looking up at the fire wind, he smirthed disdainfully and muttered, "His soul has fallen. The energy in this soul storm is dark energy of death and is not suitable for swallowing."

After saying that, he still stretched out his hand and pointed. The fire wind was instantly shrouded by a force, and then gathered into a black bead, which was the divine spirit of the ancient saint. Without that pure and transparent color, it completely sacrificed and fell.

"Inheritor, you can keep this fallen soul pearl, and next time you can take it out to count others. The soul storm power contained in this can seriously hit the soul master in the later stage of concentration. Fortunately, you withdraw quickly, otherwise the power of the mind must be greatly damaged, which is an immeasurable loss.