"Although the restrictions on possession are very high, you, a one-star fighting saint, are not qualified to scream in front of me."
"Xiao Yan" said with disdain, if he, a nine-star fighting saint, couldn't defeat an old guy with a one-star fighting saint, Xiao Han wouldn't be able to survive anymore.
After saying that, he met him with a backhand palm. He came first, and in Hun Diao's shock, he hit the former heavily in the chest. The fierce palm wind even tore apart the surrounding space.
"Ahem!"
Since there was no blood in his energy body, Hun Diao could only cough a few times. After being knocked back hundreds of feet by a heavy blow, Hun looked at the young figure opposite him viciously and said with a mix of shock and anger:
"Which strong person of the Xiao clan are you?"
In his opinion, with the help of Seven Star Dou Zun's body, he can exert power far beyond his. The opponent's strength is obviously beyond the limit, and he must be a remnant of the Xiao clan who was lucky enough to escape the soul clan's strangulation.
Otherwise, even if the Xiao clan still has some wealth left, it would be impossible to cultivate such a strong man in a thousand years when Dou Emperor's bloodline is abandoned.
"Who?" "Xiao Yan" sneered, "Let's ask this question again on the road to Huangquan!"
The figure flashed and suddenly appeared in front of Hun Diao. His fists were filled with fierce fighting spirit and he smashed down mercilessly.
Hun Diao Tong shrank, fighting energy surged out from his body, and a shield formed by thick black mist blocked him, "Ten Thousand Soul Shield!"
"break!"
The moment he approached the shield, "Xiao Yan" suddenly turned his fist into a palm and slapped the shield with his backhand.
"boom!"
Dense cracks appeared on the shield, and it immediately collapsed into heaven and earth.
The palm that still had some remaining strength continued unabated, and was thrown directly on Hun Diao's face with a strong wind.
"Snapped!"
The crisp sound echoed in the space for a long time, making everyone stunned.
The so-called not harmful, but extremely insulting!
"Oh my God, a strong fighting saint was slapped by that guy Xiao Yan!" Someone murmured this.
Although this is due to the ancestor who possessed Xiao Yan, it was indeed the former's hand that hit him!
Being able to slap the powerful Dou Sheng in the face with the body of Dou Zun, Xiao Yan is simply a glorious life experience!
Not to mention the people watching from the outside world, even Xiao Yan, who was watching the battle of fighting saints outside in his own mind, glanced at his right hand in disbelief, with a confused look on his face.
"you wanna die!"
A voice filled with overwhelming anger came out of Hun Diao's mouth, deafening!
At this moment, Hun Diao had completely lost his mind and couldn't even worry about Xiao Xuan who might appear nearby at any time. He had only one thought now - to kill the guy in front of him who had brought him great humiliation.
The majestic fighting spirit burst out and transformed into a thousand-foot-sized anaconda python. You could even vaguely feel the fishy smell emitted by the former, and it charged towards "Xiao Yan" menacingly.
The huge momentum made the junior on the side turn pale and his body trembled unconsciously.
"Forget it, I won't play with you anymore." However, "Xiao Yan" didn't care at all about this. He stretched out his hand and countless fighting spirit spears gathered around his body.
"Go!" A low cry sounded, and endless spears tore through the void, instantly piercing through the body of the giant python, and the rest pierced through Hun Diao's body in an instant.
"The last one!" After the words fell, the latter's head was instantly penetrated by a spear, his eyes widened suddenly, he looked at the figure who killed him unwillingly, opened his mouth, and could not say a word. .
Then the body was shaken into nothingness by the fighting spirit attached to the spear.
At this moment, everyone watching the battlefield from a distance looked at this scene in astonishment. It only took about half a minute from Xiao Yan's transformation to Hun Diao's death, and...
"Four...four moves?!" Everyone else had expressions full of doubts about life.
Although they are not fighting saints, they still have basic vision. Being able to defeat their opponents with just four moves can only show the huge strength gap between the two sides.
If you want to do this, I'm afraid there are not many ancient races!
After getting rid of the enemy, "Xiao Yan" looked around, and finally set his sights on the battle circle further away.
Due to the huge gap in strength, the surviving old man from the Soul Clan was currently struggling under the attack of the puppets, surrounded by dangers. He was so focused on facing the enemy that he had not yet discovered the fact that Hun Diao had been killed.
"Xiao Yan" raised the corner of his mouth slightly, his fighting spirit gathered in his hand, and a spear with far more power than before gradually took shape in his palm.
The old soul clan man who was fighting the puppet suddenly felt a chill on his back. He subconsciously turned his body sideways, letting the spear rub his body and shoot into the unknown space. He even endured the puppet's hard iron fist for this purpose.
"Ugh!" After receiving such a blow, even the opponent's fighting saint's cultivation level was unbearable, and his face was extremely ugly.
Following the direction in which the spear came, the old man looked over, and then saw the figure of "Xiao Yan" at the end of his field of vision. The boy suddenly shrank,
"How can it be?"
After carefully observing the former, he first understood clearly, and then his face became as dark as water. Although he did not know who the mysterious strong man possessed Xiao Yan was, the current situation was clear at a glance.
Hun Diao has been killed by this mysterious strong man, and he was originally unable to deal with the puppet's attack. Now there is another strong man who can kill Hun Diao.
It is more realistic to run away now.
However, just as the old man lowered his gaze to his surroundings, a sarcastic voice suddenly came from behind.
"Can I let you run away even if I personally take action?"
The old man looked shocked and slapped his backhand behind him.
"Pointless struggle!"
However, in the eyes of "Xiao Yan", this was just a trapped beast still fighting, and he snorted coldly.
He bent his hands into claws and grabbed the former's hand with a little force.
"Kacha!" The sound of bone cracking sounded, and the severe pain caused the old man's complexion to change.
A few breaths later, the old man followed Hun Diao's footsteps.
After the enemy was dealt with, the puppet's body flashed and returned to Xiao Ding, who took it into the ring.
After "Xiao Yan" returned, he saw the soul cliff surrounded by people.
Hun Ya's heart was filled with despair. This time he entered the Heavenly Tomb with great ambitions. He wanted to make great achievements, but he failed and his body and soul were about to be destroyed in the Heavenly Tomb.
"A junior from the Soul Clan?" "Xiao Yan" looked at Hun Ya with great interest.
Sensing a certain unfriendly gaze, Hun Ya's body trembled, and his thirsty throat swallowed saliva crazily.
"Let's let you go for now!"
The current Hunya still has some value, and he is still a senior, so there is no need to attack a junior personally.
Dan Mo's voice sounded so pleasant to Hun Ya's ears that it even made him wonder if he had heard it wrong, and he looked at the figure who said those words in surprise.
Although others were confused, they did not question the words of the Dou Sheng strongman. They just thought about the deep meaning behind the behavior of this mysterious strong man.
But "Xiao Yan" didn't talk nonsense at this time, and his voice became even colder, "Within ten breaths, he disappeared in front of this saint."
"Thank you, senior!" Hun Ya solemnly thanked him first, and then his body turned into an afterimage. With the ecstasy of escaping from death, he quickly moved away. At the same time, he swore in his heart that he would not be in front of these people again until the tomb was opened again. Made an appearance.
Although he didn't know why the strong man let him go, Hunya knew that there was no need to deceive him because of the other party's identity. The only thing he needed to do was to hide as far away as possible.
Just when everyone thought the matter was about to come to an end, they suddenly saw the mysterious strong man bowing respectfully in a certain direction:
"Junior Xiao Han, pay homage to ancestor Xiao Xuan!"
