My Fiancee is a Cold CEO

Hui Kong's strength is not weak among the peerless masters who came on this trip.

Especially the Vajra that Huikong practiced does not harm his body, the technique is extremely mysterious, and the body is extremely powerful, and even Huikong's body can't be broken under the master master.

But such a powerful body was actually slapped by Zhu Wei and flew out?

This Zhu Wei's power is so powerful?

"Brother Huikong, are you okay."

A middle-aged monk's complexion changed, and he appeared next to Hui Kong as soon as he moved, and said anxiously.

"I'm fine."

Hui Kong got up from the ground, shook his numb arm slightly, and said in a deep voice.

"Interestingly, your practice is somewhat similar to those of the Buddha's golden body, but compared to them, your golden body is too weak. If it's not because my strength is limited, I will slap it directly. You are dead."

Zhu Nai grinned and said with a grin.

"Your strength is not as powerful as you brag about. If my guess is correct, his physical strength is almost infinitely close to Ningyuan."

Hui Kong said solemnly.

"You are right, I was indeed suppressed by Xuanyuan Laoer most of my strength. Calculated according to your cultivation level, I am infinitely close to Ningyuan's strength, but it is more than enough to kill you."

A touch of drama flashed in Zhu Wei's eyes.

"Infinitely close to Ningyuan's strength?"

Ye Chen took a breath, and a solemn color flashed in his eyes.

Although Zhu Wei's strength was suppressed, his mastery of the realm did not disappear. Although he could not display Ningyuan's strength, his overall strength was indeed no worse than normal Ningyuan.

But fortunately, Zhu Wei hadn't really reached the Ning Yuan realm, otherwise they would probably have no chance at all.

"Since you haven't arrived at Ningyuan, you can kill, everyone, when this time comes, please show your true ability, otherwise, no one will want to enter this tomb."

Zong Qingfeng yelled, a bright light flashed in his eyes suddenly, and a terrifying breath suddenly spread from his body.

"Shifang Seal!"

Zong Qingfeng pinched his hands on his chest and pinched out a very mysterious palm print.

Suddenly, heaven and earth flowed, and a quaint big seal appeared on Zhu Wei's head, and crashed toward Zhu Wei's head to suppress it.

Looking from a distance, Ye Chen felt that the world was suppressed.

"Good job!"

Zhu Nai laughed, suddenly opened his blood basin, and roared towards the Shifang Yin above.

The terrifying sound wave turned into an unrivaled wave, directly crushing the Shifang Yin.

At this moment, Zhang Zichen's figure appeared behind Zhu Wei.

"Tai Chi Palm."

Zhang Zichen let out a low cry, his hands changed in front of him very mysteriously, the aura of his body was turbulent, and then he slapped Zhu Wei on the body.

With a bang, Zhu Wei's figure moved slightly, and he was actually taken a step back by Zhang Zichen's palm.

"What a strong body!"

There was a flash of horror in Zhang Zichen's pupils.

Although Hui Kong said that Zhu Fei's physical body was very strong, with his full palm, he could only slightly shake him.

This physical strength caused him a headache.

"Damn bug."

A killing intent flashed in Zhu Mi's eyes, and the red palm suddenly patted Zhang Zichen.

Zhang Zichen had already reacted, and with a slight sway, he avoided Zhu Wei's slap.

"At this time, I should also contribute."

At this time, Pope Peter was holding the Pope's scepter with a smile on his face. He directly took the Pope's scepter and smashed it at Zhu Wei.

Zhu Mi's expression changed, looking at the pope's scepter in Pope Peter's hand, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Subconsciously raised his fist and hit the Pope's scepter.

With a bang, a horrible vigor suddenly spread, and Pope Peter's face changed. He felt a strong force coming from the Pope's scepter, and the whole person involuntarily retreated three steps back.

On the other hand, Zhu Wei, a few drops of blood dripped from the **** palm on the ground.

"Is this Zhu Yan actually injured?"

"Is this Western Pope so powerful? He is not inferior to Zong Qingfeng."

There was an uproar around.

"It has been thousands of years, and I haven't been injured. This feeling is really missed."

Zhu Nian raised his hand and licked the blood on his hand slightly, a cold color flashed in his eyes.

"You bugs, finally irritated me completely."

A scarlet light flashed in Zhu Wei's eyes, and the blood-colored hair was like a burning flame, without wind.

The originally huge body swelled up visible to the naked eye, a strong breath suddenly spread, and then he looked at Pope Peter.

I saw a blood ray across the sky, and Zhu Wei's body suddenly appeared in front of Pope Peter, and his fists slammed at Pope Peter.

"Fast speed."

Ye Chen felt his eyes sway, and Zhu Wei's body appeared not far away.

Pope Peter's face changed, and for a while, he had no time to dodge, so he could only pinch his hands with his hands and shouted in a low voice: "The Array of Light!"

The holy light of Pope Peter's body flashed, forming a six-pointed star array, which firmly guarded it.

A look of disdain flashed in Zhu Wei's eyes, and a pair of blood-colored fists hit the white barrier.

With a bang, the white barrier only lasted for a breath, and then burst into pieces.

Pope Peter's face was full of dignity, and he suddenly waved the Pope's scepter and threw it at Zhu Nai.

The dazzling holy light shone from the Pope's scepter and collided with Zhu Wei's fist.

With a bang, Pope Peter's face instantly became extremely pale, and he was directly blown out with a punch.

"Naughty animal, Hugh is rampant."

A stern look flashed in Zhang Daoyuan's eyes, pinched with both hands, and shouted in a low voice: "Tiangang thirty-six methods of descending the dragon and the tiger."

A dragon and a tiger flew out of Zhang Daoyuan's seal art, absorbing the spiritual energy in the stone corridor, and then suddenly became bigger.

The sound of dragons and howling echoed in the stone corridor, and under the dazzling golden light, a dragon and a tiger directly suppressed Zhu Nai in place.

No matter how Zhu Wei roared, he couldn't move,

"Everyone, this Jianglongfuhu can't suppress him for too long, so don't hurry up."

Zhang Daoyuan squeezed his fingerprints with both hands, and his face became dark purple.

As Zhang Daoyuan's voice fell, Dugu Huangtian drew his sword, and the stone corridor was filled with the piercing sound of swords.

"This sword moves the nameless, kill you today!"

With a three-inch green front in his right hand, Dugu Huangtian stepped out and volleyed towards Zhu Yan.

The bright sword light flashed in the sky, tens of meters high, extremely condensed.

The entire void seemed to be cut through by this sword.

This is the sword energy that Dugu Huangtian has condensed for thirty years. When this sword is released, the world seems to be overshadowed.