Ding Buhai felt the violent trembling in his Dantian, suppressed the horror in his heart, raised his head and stared at Hou Yuxiao in front of him, and mocked: "The true meaning of the stick method, first-class stick method martial arts, but it's a pity that your cultivation is still too weak, you want to hurt me ,wishful thinking."

"Innocent!"

Hou Yuxiao only used two words to answer him.

A hint of humiliated anger arose in Ding Buhui's heart, and he wanted to continue taunting him, but suddenly his heart tightened, and he looked up at the wave of demonic energy that had just dissipated, and his expression suddenly changed drastically.

That wave of demonic energy was the remnant after the overwhelming force of the stick that Hou Yuxiao smashed had dissipated. It should have gradually dissipated as Hou Yuxiao completed his power, but after it dissipated, there was actually a void about ten feet long inside. The shadow climbed up again, and suddenly fell from Ding Buhai's head again!

Dragon spirit?

Ding Buhai had just defended the first blow and almost used all his strength. At this moment, he had no remaining strength to resist the phantom. Without any suspense, he was hit in the chest by the phantom. His body was like a kite that was out of line, and he fell back a lot. It flew hundreds of meters upside down.

A mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Ding Buyu slumped to the ground and turned around with an expression of disbelief. Although the ten-foot-long shadow was slowly disappearing, he definitely saw it right.

That's a dragon spirit...

This Hou Yuxiao even has a dragon spirit, how is that possible!

Ding Buhui seemed to have thought of something. He turned to look at the direction of his master Yuankong Zen Master, opened his mouth and roared: "He has a dragon..."

Peng………

Hou Yuxiao descended from the sky with a black dragon stick in his hand, and directly smashed Ding Buhai's head. Although his expression was full of defiance, there was still a hint of fear in the depths of the boy's hole.

He didn't know what the dragon spirit in the Canglong Stick meant, but judging from the look on Ding Buhao's face when he just spoke, I'm afraid the Canglong Stick that Miss Hong gave him was more than just a spiritual weapon!

"My strength is enough to kill a heaven-level grandmaster. I don't know what level Ding Buhao's strength is among the heaven-level grandmasters. But with this strength, it should be enough for now!"

Hou Yuxiao tested his own strength and was quite satisfied. He put away his long stick and looked back to see the eyes of people around him converging on him, with a smile on his lips.

Everyone saw the smile on his face, then looked down at Ding Buhao's headless body on the ground, and suddenly felt a chill in their hearts...

"Beheading the heaven-level grand master, Leiyin Temple has been disgraced today. The master of the Hou family is so majestic, I, Lin Yingtian, admire him!"

"How about these old bald donkeys and trash, they have cultivation but no strength, they were killed by someone who has crossed two realms, yet they dare to claim to be a quasi-holy land, haha..."

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Zhou Ting and Lin Yingtian praised each other one after another, causing everyone in Leiyin Temple on the battlefield to focus their attention on Hou Yuxiao.

Hou Yuxiao felt a chill in his heart when he saw this scene.

"Okay, okay, you are such a master of the Hou family. You are indeed very capable. Kill my disciples and grandchildren. Kill my disciples. If I don't kill you, I will not be a human being!"

Even though he was more than two miles away, Hou Yuxiao could feel the chill in Zen Master Yuankong's voice, the concern of the master of Yuan Dan Dzogchen. It would be a lie to say that he was not nervous.

But everything has been done, there is no point in being afraid anymore...

"You can't attack Fucheng. As long as we wait for the results from Longguan, Hou Yuxiao and you demon thieves will all die!" Zen Master Yuankong was probably a little angry. He saw the demon army's offensive on the city wall gradually weakening.

, the tone was extremely gloomy, not like an old monk, but like someone from a demonic cult.

However, Zhang Zhenwei, who had been staying outside the city, said something that no one expected, with a hint of ridicule:

"Who said we were going to break the city?"

After saying this, he paused and then continued.
Chapter completed!