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Chapter 164 The Seriously Injured White-clothed Cultivator

The light fell, and the avatar Zhao Lizheng fell in front of the white-clothed swordsman. The white-clothed swordsman had a clear mind, and he couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha, you scumbag, how can you fight against me with a sharp sword...cough cough..."

After the words fell, he was suddenly shocked, his eyes widened, and he showed an expression of disbelief.

The artistic conception on his body collapsed, blood and tears flowed from his eyes, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his whole face became very ugly.

"You let me suffer such a heavy blow, I really said I underestimated you, ahem!"

The white-clothed swordsman said that although he was a cultivator at the transformation stage, Zhao Lizheng still caused him a lot of damage.

At this moment, not to mention that his end is approaching, he has also gone through a catastrophe.

He stepped forward suddenly, and with a wave of his long sleeves, a sharp sword flew out from it. He stepped on the sword, endured his pain, and flew towards the distance.

The reason why his aura bloomed was to deal with some youngsters with malicious intentions.

However, he was very anxious in his heart. If this continues, his injury will deteriorate sooner or later, and finally reach the point of being out of control.

"Let's find a mortal town first!"

As the monk in white said, he stepped on his sword.

At this moment, Zhao Lizheng in the inner scene showed a strong smile. He stepped out of the space, looked at the galloping monk in white, and murmured: "Okay, if that's the case, I'll play with you. Ever since I became an immortal, there are very few monks who can match me!"

After the words fell, Zhao Lizheng's main body moved out, following the cultivator in white.

The monk in white stepped on his sword all the way, and maintained his aura of incarnation, but soon he was noticed.

"Oh? It's an injured cultivator at the transformation stage!"

An old man in the late Yuanying period looked at the white-clothed monk who was stepping forward and said that the three people around him were all at the alchemy stage.

"How did you meet?"

A younger monk at the alchemy stage asked, and saw the old man at the Nascent Soul stage smiling and said: "I have seen monks at the transformation stage, their aura is restrained, they look like ordinary people, but they have He has an incomparably dusty aura, and this person's aura is released, clearly unable to control his cultivation and spiritual power, causing his own power to leak out, this is the manifestation of his serious injury!"

After saying this, the eyes of the four of them flickered, and different thoughts appeared in their hearts. A gradually crazy idea emerged. At this moment, the monk in white had already stepped forward.

"Get out of the way!"

He sternly said to the four of them, with a look of disdain on his face, the old man's eyes flickered, and he immediately stood up and pinched the spell.

"Go!"

With a loud shout, he let everyone do it, and he was able to kill a cultivator at the stage of transformation, not to mention the gain to the Taoist heart, and being able to seize the spoils from a monk at the stage of transformation was also extremely impressive and rich!
After saying this, the other three people were also bold. They suddenly stepped forward and stood in four directions in an instant, preparing to kill the monk in white.

The white-clothed monk snorted coldly, and rushed towards one of them. His fists blasted out continuously, and every move carried extremely powerful power.

When the man saw the monk in white attacking, his expression froze slightly, and he stretched out both palms to meet the monk in white's fist.

Bang bang bang.
The fists and palms collided, making a shocking sound. The man groaned, his face suddenly turned pale, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

However, he didn't dare to stop, he stomped on his feet and retreated towards the rear.

"what happened?"

Seeing this, the other three couldn't help being taken aback, and shouted at the same time.

"You bastards, get the hell out of here!"

The white-clothed monk roared, kicked his legs, and rushed towards the three of them like lightning.

Seeing this, the three of them became vigilant, they knew that this time they might have encountered something hard.

boom.
The three joined forces to resist, but the monks in white were too strong, they just came into contact with them, and they flew out one after another.

puff!
The three of them spat out a mouthful of blood in unison, and stood up one by one with pale faces, their eyes filled with horror, looking at the monk in white, they were extremely surprised.

"Who is this guy? Why is he so powerful?"

They muttered to themselves, looking at the monk in white, they couldn't help feeling a little palpitating.

"Hmph! You four, are you worthy of being called swordsmen? You don't even look at yourself in the mirror. You're just a bunch of trash. Get lost, don't stand in the way here!"

After the white-clothed monk finished speaking, he secretly adjusted his true energy. He had just used the chilling artistic conception to deal with the four of them. Although he was a monk at the stage of transforming gods, his vitality was severely injured now, and he couldn't kill the four of them immediately.

Right now, he just wants to find a place to heal his wounds.

"you"

Several monks couldn't help being furious when they heard this, but they felt a little cowardly when they saw the strong strength of the monk in white.

"Don't be afraid, he is a strong outsider, if he is really that strong, he would have killed us all a long time ago, go ahead and attack him!"

The old man in the late Yuanying period said, and the eyes of the three of them showed sternness, and they were about to step forward.

Seeing this, the monk in white couldn't help sneering, and with a flash of his figure, he appeared in front of a monk.

The man was startled, and wanted to escape, but was slapped by the monk in white and knocked to the ground, and then kicked the two of them flying, making them lying on the ground and unable to stand up again.

Only at this time did he truly feel fear in his heart.

"This man is so strong. The four of us joined forces, but we are not his opponent. It seems that this man is not easy to mess with. Let's withdraw first."

He thought in his heart that he was about to evacuate, but he just made this action when he felt something approaching him from behind, his consciousness immediately unfolded, and he was taken aback.

The white-clothed monk came to his back at some point, clenched his fists, and punched him on the head.

boom!
He was hit on the back of the head with a punch, and his head exploded instantly, a cloud of blood sprayed out, and he died.

Seeing this scene, the other three people were cold all over, and their hearts were inexplicably terrified.

This monk in white was killed with one blow!
"Who is this monk? Why is he so powerful?"

They couldn't help but exclaimed, this white-clothed monk is too powerful, if not, he wouldn't have killed them in a single encounter.

"No matter who you are, we can't deal with it, so leave now!"

The other two quickly persuaded.

The white-clothed monk ignored the three of them. He raised his right foot and stepped on the chest of one of them hard. The bone in the man's chest cracked, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Then his body exploded and he died unexpectedly.

However, he did not intend to let the two of them go, and then he raised his hand again, releasing the piercing sword intent in his eyes.

"Die!"

(End of this chapter)