My brother is too strong

Yin Mingyu really wanted to scold Xiao Yi to death.

Are you thinking about giving me the unlucky title of Crow's Mouth until you die?

Why don't you take it yourself?

How abominable!

Lan Qi laughed, "Another Half-Step Immortal Emperor?"

"Any more?"

"Let's take a step back. Even if I come, will I help you?"

Xiao Yi's face also fell.

indeed so.

There is a high possibility that the next Half-Step Immortal Emperor will be from Jin Hua's side, much more likely than from Lu Shaoqing's side.

Be it Lu Shaoqing, Ji Yan, or Xiao Yi and the others, it is impossible for them to know more Half-Step Immortal Emperors.

Anyone who comes can only be an enemy, not a friend.

"Damn it!" Lu Shaoqing's angry voice came, "Don't go too far!"

"You really think I'm afraid of you?"

"I was just teasing you!"

Everyone shook their heads again, thinking that Lu Shaoqing was just a coward, and his words were incoherent.

"Are you kidding me?" Xu Zhi sneered and punched Lu Shaoqing again.

"You are just a white-haired boy who managed to survive, yet you still dare to speak nonsense in front of me?"

"What?" Lu Shaoqing suddenly shouted angrily, his voice shaking thousands of miles away, like a thunderbolt, "What are you talking about?"

"Buzz!"

The sword light was so violent, and the burst of energy forced Xu Zhi to stop and retreat, temporarily avoiding the sharp edge.

Lu Shaoqing looked at Xu Zhi fiercely, pointing his sword at him, full of murderous intent, "What did you call me just now?"

"I'll give you a chance. You'd better think it over carefully."

Lu Shaoqing's ferocious look not only failed to scare Xu Zhi, but made him furious.

He was actually forced to retreat by Lu Shaoqing, which was a great humiliation.

"White-haired boy, I think you are looking for death!"

Xu Zhi gritted his teeth and said, "A body of white hair, neither fish nor fowl..."

"Shit..." Lu Shaoqing let out a long roar towards the sky, the rage in his body suddenly exploded and spread throughout his body, making him want to go crazy.

I knew that people would laugh at me for having white hair and eyebrows.

Being called like that in public is shameful, shameful!

Lu Shaoqing let out a long roar to the sky, his voice shaking, and he was so angry that he decided not to pretend anymore.

What's the difference between calling him Baimao and taking off his pants in public?

"I'm going to kill you!"

Lu Shaoqing swung his sword and rushed straight towards Xu Zhi.

"Kill me?" Xu Zhi sneered, "What can you do?"

"Don't hide if you dare!" Lu Shaoqing shouted, "I didn't hide just now, I hope you won't be a coward."

Xu Zhiben wanted to dodge.

When he heard what Lu Shaoqing said, this idea was immediately strangled.

Lu Shaoqing didn't hide. If he had, wouldn't he have been laughed at?

Watching Lu Shaoqing rushing towards him waving the Mo Jun Sword, the light on the surface of the Mo Jun Sword was slightly dim, and it did not have the aura of a divine weapon that radiates light.

It looks like an ordinary weapon.

Thinking of his own strength, and then thinking of the situation just now when Lu Shaoqing didn't dare to confront him with his sword.

Xu Zhi's confidence surged.

What is there to be afraid of a weak half-step Immortal Emperor?

What's there to be afraid of with just an ordinary weapon?

Xu Zhi did not move. Facing Lu Shaoqing who was rushing towards him, he clenched his fists and punched him hard.

boom!

One punch destroyed the sky.

If it was before, Lu Shaoqing would have been beaten to the point of vomiting blood and flying backwards.

However, this punch could not cause any harm to Lu Shaoqing.

The surrounding space collapsed, and fragments of heaven and earth poured towards the distance like a tide.

However, Lu Shaoqing rushed against this force, and even when the power of destruction fell on him, he did not waver at all.

Xu Zhi's pupils suddenly contracted and he felt extremely uneasy.

But at this time, Lu Shaoqing had already killed him.

Faced with the sword coming down on him, he could only choose to block it with his bare hands.

He turned his right fist into a palm, intending to catch the blade with one hand.

Seeing the right opportunity, he grabbed it fiercely.

A flash of light appeared on the surface of the Mo Jun Sword, and a hint of gold flashed in the black color, like the sharpest existence in the world.

The faint light deeply hurt Xu Zhi's eyes.

puff!

With a slight sound, Xu Zhi's palm was cut like tofu.

Four fingers and half of the palm flew high into the air.

Red blood splattered and fell from the sky, piercing the enemy.

The blood of a Half-Step Immortal Emperor is also extremely terrifying to the immortals below the level of Immortal King.

This scene shocked everyone.

Xu Zhi watched half of his palm fly high into the sky, his mind going blank.

what happened?

He, a half-step Immortal Emperor, was unable to react for a moment.

Soon, severe pain came, and Xu Zhi couldn't help but scream, "Ah..."

The shrill sound spread throughout the world and reached everyone's ears.

It makes everyone's scalp tingle.

At the same time, I was also very confused.

Even though half of his palm was chopped off, it shouldn't be necessary for him to scream like that, right?

For a cultivator, as long as he has reached a certain level of cultivation, regenerating severed limbs is the most basic thing.

Starting from the Mahayana stage, the body can be reconstructed. Although it is painful to lose arms and legs, it shouldn’t cause one to scream so miserably, right?

Many people were puzzled and felt that Xu Zhi was exaggerating.

Can't you bear this little pain?

What kind of Half-Step Immortal Emperor?

Only then did Xu Zhi, the person involved, understand why he was shouting so loudly.

Can't control it.

The pain from the wound almost made him faint.

The feeling of the wound was filled with all kinds of sensations, making him feel as if all kinds of great ways and rules of the heaven and earth were colliding and exploding at his wound. All kinds of negative feelings penetrated into his body and went straight to his soul.

It was as if his hand was not cut off by a sword, but was punished by God.

Not only that, at the moment of the collision just now, part of the energy in his body was absorbed, causing his condition to deteriorate.

"Whoosh..."

After several breaths, Xu Zhi's wailing stopped. He was gasping for breath and sweating all over, as if he had just gone through a life-and-death battle.

It took him a lot of effort to clear away all those negative states. His pupils contracted and he looked at Lu Shaoqing's Mojun Sword with deep horror.

"What sword do you have?"

"Pig-killing Sword..."