Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"You...you dare to kill me, the Perak Sect will not let you go..."

"Your father Zhao Wu, beg me to protect your life, come with me."

"Very good! I finally met a contemporary person who made me a little wary."

In just one breath, he tore the cloud dome and appeared in front of Ling Xiao.

I saw Pengsheng punched out, directly cracking the void with a hundred zhang crack.

Ling Xiao! ! ! !

"Yes! I don't know if your son is..."

Feeling the surging power in the ancient sword, even Zhang Jiuji turned his head and looked over with a look of surprise.

After seeing the scene of Pengsheng waving his hand to kill the big brother, in Zhao Shuang'er's eyes, this young emperor of the Holy Emperor Palace can almost be said to be an invincible existence in contemporary times. But, in front of this young man, he seems to be... farts are not.

Pengsheng shook his head, "A small sect in the mountains is also helping me to stop me? Don't worry, I will tell them all to go down with you soon."

"This…"

When the smoke cleared, I saw that the entire ancient forest where Pengsheng was located had already collapsed and crumbled.

Zhao Shuang'er's pretty face was pale, and her heart was already filled with chills as she watched each of her senior brothers fall into a pool of blood.

"Are you Zhao Shuang'er?"

only! !

"You don't really think that he can protect you, right?"

For some reason, with his cultivation level, he couldn't see the realm of that young man?

Above the void, the roar resounded.

"Huh? Who are you?"

"Noisy."

However, when he saw the figure standing in the void and the black clothes fluttering, his face turned pale without warning.

I saw a thunder palm print descending from the sky, with the potential to cover the sky, and head towards Pengsheng.

"What... what's wrong?"

Yin Yue's voice came from the sea of ​​souls, which immediately gave Zhang Jiuji some confidence.

"boom!!"

And Zhang Jiuji's figure disappeared directly in front of everyone's eyes.

"boom!!"

At the same time, it also blocked Pengsheng's footsteps.

At this time, his body seemed to be enveloped by a blood qi, and the whole person was like a trapped beast, breathing heavily.

Even before Pengsheng held Kamui and killed more than ten nobles by himself, Zhang Jiuji didn't feel the slightest panic.

He used the Thunderbolt Sect to successfully enter Taixu Mountain, and he used the power of the crowd to stop the powerhouses of the Holy Emperor Palace! !

"Be careful, son!!"

"Um?"

Originally, he thought that the person who could have the power of the emperor must be a son of destiny.

"Hey, son, I hope you will be merciful."

Ling Xiao nodded and waved towards Zhao Shuang'er.

Damn it! !

Just as the Kamui palm print was about to fall, an old sigh came from the void again.

"Who are you?"

Seeing this, Zhao Shuang'er's mouth was almost opened into a circle, enough to fit a whole... fist.

"Gollum."

"Overcast Moon!!!"

"A dead man, you don't need to know too much."

And the Jinhui outside Pengsheng was almost instantly annihilated, crushed to the ground by the divine seal, and completely disappeared.

And Pengsheng's face suddenly darkened, and he laughed coldly, "This emperor thinks he is arrogant enough, but I didn't expect you to surpass me, boy, do you know who I am?"

A person of the noble realm, dare to play with the two sects like this! !

And in his fist mark, there is obviously a ray of grand momentum, which is not something that people in the holy realm can possess.

At this time, he was trembling as if he had encountered a natural enemy, wishing to turn around and run away immediately.

After all, there is a trace of Jinpeng in the blood of this young emperor.

Thousands of miles of void, suddenly gloomy.

Therefore, at the moment when the palm prints of the two collided, the sky directly burst.

At this moment, Zhang Jiuji, who was beside him, suddenly took a step and swept towards the tree hole god whirlpool.

Ling Xiao looked indifferent and didn't even glance at Pengsheng.

"Push."

Zhao Shuang'er's pretty face was slightly stunned, and when she saw Ling Xiao's immortal beauty, she had a detached temperament, and there was some inexplicable impulse in her heart.

"Om!!"

"Push!"

Immediately afterwards, a streamer of sword shadows fell from the sky and inserted into the ground three feet in front of Zhao Shuang'er.

"Gong Jiu?! Not yet?!"

I saw a radiance falling from the sky, flickering with a fairy tale.

Zhao Shuang'er clenched her silver teeth tightly and squeezed a spirit treasure in her hand, obviously ready to fight for her life.

Zhao Shuang'er's pretty face turned pale, and she exclaimed.

Pengsheng turned his head blankly and looked at his completely shattered arm, only feeling in a trance, extremely unreal.

Pengsheng took a deep breath, clenched his palm suddenly, and the whole person suddenly rose into the air, turning into a blood-colored streamer, rushing towards Ling Xiao angrily.

Zhao Shuang'er's face was stunned, and a flash of resentment suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Xiaoji, wait a minute, this Ling Xiao may not be able to recognize you, and there are many restrictions in this secret treasure, without the imprint of reincarnation, it is futile for him to enter."

However, just when she raised her foot to break into the tree hole, she was stopped by a strange divine power.

only! !

No matter how stupid Zhao Shuang'er is, she finally understands at this time that from beginning to end, she seems to be just this Gong Jiu's pawn.

Pengsheng frowned slightly, looking up at the black-clothed boy in the void.

If it wasn't for the sudden arrival of this black-clothed young man, I'm afraid that even she would not be able to escape Pengsheng's poisonous hands.

In his opinion, Ling Xiao is a human race, and his spiritual power may be awesome, but his physical strength is absolutely incomparable to himself, who has merged with the emperor's blood.

I saw a figure also wearing a golden robe stepping from the sky, blocking Pengsheng's body, full of spiritual power, and the supreme general trend ran through Cangyu.

"Thunderbolt..."

only! !

At this moment, a humming sound suddenly came from the distant sky.

But, this time, Ling Xiao didn't give him a chance to open his mouth again. He stuck out his palm and annihilated all directions.

Endless Dao lines spewed from his palm, revealing indescribable mysteries.

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, with a wanton expression, waved his hand again, and suppressed it.

The corner of Pengsheng's mouth raised a touch of disdain, and in the next moment, he saw that he took a step forward and turned into an afterimage, and wanted to sprint towards Zhao Shuang'er.

Who would have thought that this Pengsheng had no luck, just a fusion of the blood of the great emperor, and there was no value at all.

How could someone be Ling Xiao's opponent at the holy level, let alone someone with no luck.

Ling Xiao frowned, reached out with one hand, and pressed the sky and the earth.

"No...impossible! How could you..."

Zhao Shuang'er's expression was sluggish, and she always felt that today, she seemed to have encountered too many incredible things, and her little head was dizzy.

"Um?"

"Crack!"

only! !

He had already given the opportunity, but unfortunately this Zhao Shuanger was stubborn, so there was nothing to say.

At this time, his speed is as fast as Ultimate.

Thunder and Fire Set of Thunderbolt, this treasure is the inheritance of the ancient sect of Thunderbolt.

Lingwei overflows, and the rays of light are everywhere.

At this moment, a crisp sound of broken bones suddenly resounded, and Pengsheng's figure flew out again in embarrassment, smashing to the ground.

What made Zhao Shuanger feel strange was that Pengsheng, who was dressed as a demon and mighty emperor, actually had a strong look of fear on his face when he collided with the fist mark of the black-clothed son.

"Buzz!"

Feeling the general trend contained in the divine seal, Pengsheng's face changed, his hands were pushed horizontally, and a pair of golden divine wings seemed to spread out behind him, setting off a swirling wind.

However, Ling Xiao was a little surprised that Pengsheng at this time did not fall under the palm of his hand.