"This is impossible!!" After a brief period of loss of consciousness, Gao's Asahi Saint roared with an incredible look on his face. His punch did not release water, but was hit with hatred.

Basically, it is his peak physical strength. Not to mention a monster of fake saint level, luckily, half-saints would have to be wiped out by this punch. At least they would have to become a pile of meat. Why didn't the other party have nothing to do with it? It was as easy as if he had a fake underground.

The Assassin was a little broken. He had flew several waves of giant birds before, but it was not even broken and was still jumping around. As a result, the weird guy was the same. Could he be a fake Assassin?

After Gao Xin’s great-grandfather, another senior in the Gao family was confused. He Xiaotian was a killer of the old man who was half-body.

"Don't waste your energy, you'll be self-destructive. I'm immortal, I can't do anything to me if you don't want to do anything to me." He Xiaotian stood at the edge of the pit and said in an unfathomable tone.

If you don’t know the inside story, you might be really frightened by his actions. Of course, his real purpose is not to fool the Gao family’s sub-sage, but to deliberately delay time.

If he could not be dragged for a minute, why did his surname He go up and get beaten up with a fool? What's more, it's only five seconds just passed after twenty seconds.

Once the twenty seconds arrive, it is relieved to start. The power increases by 20% of the force on the sub-saint's chest, enough for him to drink a large pot.

"Impossible! Impossible!" Gao's sub-sage was slightly trapped in a demonic obstacle. In fact, he couldn't blame him for being a little fragile. It was because He Xiaotian was challenging the science of the cultivation world.

What's more, this master has never had any battles at all and has been staying in seclusion in the clan for many years.

The Gao family is in the central realm, and that is the real boss behind the scenes.

If there is anything, the younger generation can sweep the whole thing by just taking action.

"I don't believe it!"

After such delays, ten seconds passed.

There are still fifty seconds left before and after the Nine-Headed Bird. It is relieved and there are still ten seconds left to counterattack the opponent.

"boom!!"

He Xiaotian accepted his fate. Anyway, his speed was not as fast as the other party. Instead of running away with his head, it would be better to stand there and face the attack of the Gao family's sub-saint calmly.

At most it hurts, not that it can’t bear it, but it can also make the mentality of the person opposite.

I don’t even hide from your attacks. I will lose if I move.

And who made him a MT life?

In the past, I focused on the physical body, just to survive better, and wanted to resist several more attacks so that I could get out of it.

As a result, I never expected that one day I would really rely on "bloody" to push the boss.

He Xiaotian was bombarded into the earth again. This time, the Assassin did not relax, but watched the corners of his mouth bleeding and fell into the depths until it disappeared.

"Sure enough, the strong outside and the middle. Although I don't know how you avoided my attack just now, you obviously can't do it a second time." Gao's sub-saint breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, wanting to fool me? Let's do it for the next life!

So, his eyes were fiercely glaring at the Nine-Headed Bird who seemed to be preparing some kind of secret technique.

"It's your turn...you...why are you getting up again when you step on the horse?!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw He Xiaotian's familiar arm stretching out at the edge of the second deep pit.

Then the next moment, he came out without any damage and stood in front of the Asahi.

"I said, your attack is invalid to me."

He Xiaotian continued to show off and delay time, and thought that you would be a good old man.

The Asa Saint almost popped out his eyes. This is not suitable for cultivation.

He was sure that there was absolutely no secret treasure on the other party, and he took over his fist purely by relying on his strong body.

Before he could punch again in anger, his chest felt inexplicably painful. Then a powerful and powerful force, mixed with the power of hot fire, erupted in front of his chest.

"boom!!"

With relief, he just increased his first punch by 20% of his power, completely acting on himself.

Then...then this sub-saint went straight to heaven!

The whole person soared into the sky, and the scene was so spectacular.

"puff--"

Not only that, when the Assassin rolled into the sky, he also threw out a series of blood flowers.

The leader of the Gao clan who was fighting desperately with the giant demon of the deep sea took advantage of the gap and looked back at the altar battlefield.

“???”

Where is my sub-sage!

Before he could observe carefully, he saw a figure falling down straight.

"Huh!"

How come people go to heaven after trampling on horseback?

"Plop!!"

The sub-saint who had flew for more than ten seconds could barely fall from the air and smash the human-shaped pit.

The Lord lay on the ground, his eyes were a little dull, and his expression seemed a little doubtful about life.

Why is the sudden attack on the chest so like a punching someone else's fist?

Beat yourself?

His mentality collapsed halfway.

"Good! In another thirty seconds, I will let you feel the happiness of the strong."

After seeing that He Xiaotian really withstood the attack of the sub-saint and even able to counterattack fiercely, the nine-headed bird suddenly lit up and continued to cheer him up.

The nose of He, whose surname is a little irritated.

I'll even feel the happiness of the strong.

Look at you, what does it look like if you bully me?

I used to be like a sandbag, and I was beaten so hard that I couldn't find the North and South.

After lying under the earth, the Assassin Gao, who had cleaned up his broken three views and moods, he soared into the sky, and he did not believe in his sub-sacre and could not deal with a false saint.

Anyway, if the ceremony fails, just throw it apart. If you can kill one, you will be killed.

With the mentality of the sub-sage, the spiritual realm of the soul has inexplicably increased.

Unfortunately, just when he was full of confidence, he could even be said to be ready to die with He Xiaotian.

As soon as his head was drilled out of a human-shaped pit, a hot and fiery attack broke out in his chest again.

Relieve, the second time!

"What's the fuck..."

Before he could spit out the word "Let" he went straight to the earth and shot in the distance.

"Boom..."

A ditch that is half smaller than the nine-headed bird is displayed on the earth.

One person and one bird are a master of plowing the land.

The Assassin Gao was lying in the soil halfway through his body, his mouth slightly opened and looked up at the starry night sky with a little dementia.

This time I really began to doubt my life and my mentality was broken.

Oh, no.

It should be said that it collapses like powder, and the glue cannot stick to it.

After finally packing up, he was ready to revive his grandeur, and let the man surnamed He break the shattering of Wuqing.

He didn't understand. It was obviously a foolproof ritual and was destroyed. He was obviously a false saint-level cultivator, and his sub-saints for many years could not beat the other party.

What did you do wrong?

God, are you going to play with me like this?

Twenty seconds passed in a flash.

The minute that the Nine-Headed Bird said was finally over.

"Chi————”

A cry of eagle that was straight up to the sky sounded, and colorful colors flashed from the body of the nine-headed bird.

Then a circular array escaped from its body and penetrated into the sky with lightning speed and He Xiao Tiantian Linggu.

"Giant Spirit Array?!"

He Xiaotian suddenly had a lot of information in his mind. This was a unique secret technique of the nine-headed bird, which was portrayed in himself by cherishing treasure materials. When needed, a thought could immediately arrange many killing formations.

Of course, there are also many strange formations, and it is precisely through this original method that the nine-headed bird can occupy a place in that era when dragons and phoenixes emerge in a large number of geniuses.

If this guy has full firepower, he will naturally win a sub-saint. But that is not in line with its core interests, and the gains are far less than losses.

So the Nine-Headed Bird prepared two moves. One was to pay a little price to strengthen He Xiaotian and let him fight with the Assassin. The other was that things should not be done. Once the surname He was defeated by the other party, it would fight to kill it with thunder in order to lose its foundation.

What?

You said why don’t you leave He Xiaotian and slip away alone?
To be continued...