"How did that human race... do it?"

The three mastiff demons searched for more than ten miles in a radius, and found nothing, and returned to the place to gather. Armour looked shocked and unbelievable. You must know that not only had the strong aura of the three demons, but also seriously injured, and dripped blood all the way. Not to mention that they were the mastiff tribe who was unique to the world, even ordinary demon tribes could catch people with the smell of blood... They could never have expected such a result.

The armadara used his long sharp claws to pick up the dragon hunting knife he had just picked up, fiddling with: "You still need to guess? This guy even has two spiritual weapons, maybe he has magic weapons on his body, so it's not surprising to cover up his breath."

"It's possible." Armadu glanced at the smart zombie, "If he really had magic weapons on him, it would be definitely not an ordinary magic weapon, it was very likely to be a high-level... But is there a treasure like a high-level magic weapon in the lower realm? Even if there is one, is there enough spiritual energy or spirit stones to drive it?"

Arsenal rolled his eyes: "Why don't you have it? Don't you have several spirit stones that have taken away from that scumbag warrior?"

Armour patted his head alone, quickly grabbed a few medium-grade spirit stones from his arms and threw them to the two demons.

The arm zombie inserted the knife to the ground, took the spirit stone, and laughed: "Although that warrior was a scumbag, he had just advanced. How did he feel?"

Armadu shook his head with some regret: "Just just regaining the spirit stone and was about to take his life, I heard your roar. I knew I had met a strong enemy and rushed back without even having to do anything. Fortunately, I rushed in time... I said, how did you get involved with such a difficult guy?"

"It's not us who provoked him, it's him who provoked us... But what's the matter? Anyway, we have to kill. Don't kill this dangerous guy while we are still in the effective stage of "Disassembly of Heavenly Demons". Once the time limit is over, it's hard to even escape when he meets him." Arsenya looked down at his body, which had just closed his mouth and had not healed, and seemed to remember something, and asked his two companions, "What did that human race seem to say before disappearing... Do you understand what he said?"

The two mastiff demons looked at each other, shook their heads together, and suddenly widened their mastiff's pupils at the same time, staring straight behind Armyoji.

The arm's teeth stood tall and his hair was filled with a warning sign. At this time, a voice sounded behind him: "What I said is, when I waited for me for three minutes, it's just right now."

Boom! A powerful force that was unpredictable hit the back of the arm's teeth, knocking the arm's teeth away seven or eight feet like a ball. I don't know how many big trees were broken along the way, and finally embedded them on a huge rock wall.

In terms of reaction, Armadu was the fastest among the three mastiff demons. Almost the moment Luo Xiao pulled his arm's teeth, Armadu had already pounced on his head. His two giant claws, like palm-fried fan, swelled on his heavenly spirit cover. The wrinkled claws were swollen, their joints were pale, and a series of sonic explosive energy was emitted between their fingers. It made people without any doubt that their head would explode like a watermelon when they were buckled by such sharp claws.

Luo Xiao retracted his right fist that hit Fei Armyo, and he didn't even look at it, and continued to use this right fist to punch it upwards.

There was no dazzling white light unique to Yuanli collision, only the huge pump sound caused by the violent energy, and then the two giant claws turned into flesh and blood in the sky. The mastiff monster was thrown high, breaking countless branches all the way, and the fallen leaves flew to the treetops and hung up, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

"One punch, is this the power of the White Tiger Warrior?" Luo Xiao retracted his fist again and stared at the fist that was emitting a faint copper light, and was shocked.

In order to test the newly obtained power, Luo Xiao deliberately did not use weapons, but used the fist that best reflects the strength. As a result, a level seven wolf-tooth warrior and a level eight violent bear warrior were both done with one punch.

"Sure enough, when you reach the eighth level, you can only use your own strength to fight a critical hit that is comparable to the mystery. Coupled with the reserve power that doubles the reserve after concentration, the combat power is strong and the lasting power is several times that of the seventh level. No wonder there has always been a saying in the martial arts world of the Tianjing Domain that 'one white tiger warrior can fight five Suzaku warriors'."

It was extremely difficult to fight against two mastiff monsters before. At this moment, one punch made Luo Xiao feel very moved and also had an intuitive understanding of the power of the eighth-level white tiger warrior. Of course, he remained awake and did not arrogantly think that he could easily defeat one eighth-level plus two seventh-level mountain monsters with a powerful demon body, and the amazing battle results in front of him were actually also tricky.

Because he had been recuperating for more than ten days, he had various spiritual medicines tonics, and made continuous breakthroughs, completely appearing in his best condition and attacking his opponents.

On the other hand, the two mastiff monsters, who had fought with him for so long before, were covered in scars, weak in energy, and had no rest. Luo Xiao was taking great nourishment in the cave. When he was singing and advancing, these guys were searching for his whereabouts in the forest like headless flies!

As one goes up and down, let alone Luo Xiao has already broken through to the eighth level peak, even if he still stays at his original cultivation level, just relying on his full blood to attack, it is enough to defeat these three mastiff demons at the end of the strong crossbow. After three consecutive jumps, it is not just about defeating, but crushing.

Before Luo Xiao could put down his fist, a roar sounded, the sharp wind whistled, and the unique spiritual weapon shone cold.

Luo Xiao turned his fist into a palm, his five fingers were like hooks, and he steadily held the tip of the dragon hunting knife that was shot half a foot in front of him. The blade body shook violently and twisted like a snake, but under Luo Xiao's iron-pliers, it seemed that he had been taken seven inches under his iron pincer fingers, and he could no longer make any progress.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at the arm zombie that was roaring and rushing towards him. Luo Xiao said, "Thank you!"

Holding the handle of the knife with his back hand, he slashed a bunch of light from bottom to top, and the light shone like a plow, plowing the claws of the arm's stagnant basket, plowing its chest and back, and the body of the demon, which is as strong as a pseudo-spirited weapon, is divided into two pieces, and various organs and intestines are flying all over the sky.

Luo Xiao paused his feet, wrapped in a ball of light, and walked through the bloody rain all over the sky, like a boring shell, with a bang of banging through the sound barrier, and violently hit the arm's teeth embedded in the rock.

The rocks were split into pieces under the huge force, and gravel splashed everywhere.

The arm's teeth that had lost their support fell to the ground, staring at Luo Xiao, who was flying three feet away with green and black pupils. He supported the ground with his claws, intending to support him. With a click, his claws broke in an inch, and blood spurted like a spring. The arm's teeth leaned down and quickly raised their feet to support him. The crackling sound broke seven or eight pieces from the ankle to the calves to the thighs.

The armed teeth, which had become a "demonic pig", opened their mouths unwillingly, almost cracked behind their ears, and their fangs were about to make a last roar of regret.

Boom!

The chin fell off!

A blood mist spewed out of his throat, and the strong aura was sprayed out with the blood mist and bones, but it could not form an effective demon roar.

The young master of the blood mastiff in the Mastiff demon clan was finally unwilling to fall down. The demon body broke into pieces like mud, and the fishy smell filled a hundred steps.

Luo Xiao exhaled heavily. This mastiff demon was the strongest among the three demons. It brought him so much pressure, exceeding the sum of the other two mastiff demons. It can be said that he was forced into the fairy stone cave heaven, and most of it was forced by this mastiff demon. The fact that he could easily solve this powerful enemy was not only because he became stronger, but more importantly, the enemy was too weak, and his strength was probably falling to the sixth level. When facing Luo Xiao, who was at the peak of the eighth level, it was naturally like killing a chicken.

The dragon hunting sword held a knife flower in his hand, and suddenly threw it up. In the cold light, there were branches and leaves crackling, and the half-dead arm fell from the sky and fell heavily to the ground, smashing smoke and dust.

Luo Xiao stepped forward and raised it with his feet, turned it around, pulled out the dragon hunting knife, and saw that both arms were lost, and there was a rifle that was inhaled but not breathed. He picked up the tip of the rifle, honestly and unceremoniously, he took a few medium-grade spirit stones that Rifle had taken from Xue Yan into his arms (Dongtian), and was about to cut off Rifle's head with one stroke.

Suddenly his face changed, he quickly put away his knife, and then his figure disappeared.

After only three or five breaths, a man wearing a bronze mask appeared when Luo Xiao was standing before.

In the entire Fengling Mist area, there are only two people wearing masks, one is Luo Xiao and the other is Master Bayin.

"I'm pretty good at it, I actually run so fast... Tsk tsk, kill three mastiff tribes that have reached the disintegration of the primary demon in one fell swoop. This human boy is very strong."

Master Bayin only sensed that there were three dying tribes here. He was curious about who had such strong strength. He rushed over to take a look, but ended up missing. If he was still a little interested in exploring, but now he was carrying an important mission and was too lazy to do anything, so he would wait to leave.

At this time, the dying mastiff demon on the ground was vocal: "Master, the one who killed us...the body...the advanced magic weapon...it may also be a magic weapon...it can, it can...it disappear in the air..."

"Hmm?" Master Bayin paused and disappeared from the air. Advanced magic weapon or even magic weapon?

"Where did the high-level magic weapon come from the lower realm? Not to mention any magic weapon!" Master Bayin looked at this dying person coldly, "Do you want to drive this master to kill someone to avenge you?"
Chapter completed!