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 attack!"
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 crisscrossed the arena, and a powerful aura swept over 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 perverted genius monks can compete with him, right?
I heard 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 he 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, kid, your support must 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 streak of light and disappeared between his eyebrows.
An unparalleled powerful pressure suddenly descended.
"Finger of Nirvana!"
The old man pointed his sword with his hands, 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, what can I do? In front of my clan's forbidden arts, I 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 move, his soul will be greatly damaged. The loss of strength is not a big deal, but the foundation is damaged. The real viciousness.
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 shone 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 impartially.
Li Xiaobai still refused to dodge, letting 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, ignoring the huge fingers pressing on his head, and smiled lightly.
"this……"
Not to mention Mr. Zhang, everyone in the audience was stunned 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 in the god-transformation stage, 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 Yao'er 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 figure 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.
The 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 make any more ink. Today's people are still a group of shrimp soldiers and crab 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, and he instantly retreated to the edge of the ring. He clasped 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 stroke today and will not be investigated again in the future!”
After saying that, he flew down to the ring.
Li Xiaobai was speechless. This old man also showed the word shameless vividly. When he didn't resist, the other party would use all kinds of methods, and the beating would be a joy.
As soon as he saw that he had drawn his sword, he turned around and ran away without saying a word. Such 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 ring 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 its 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?"
