I, Panda, am super fierce!

Si Heng encountered a little trouble.

As a single person, Si Heng is not afraid of this fit monk from Lihentian. In the mid-stage of transformation, two powerful fit monks have already died under his hands, let alone now that his cultivation base has jumped, and he has faintly touched the fit stage. threshold.

At first everything went well, away from the crowd, the cultivator of Lihentian was suppressed by him and fell into a disadvantage after a while.

But just when Si Heng wanted to make a quick decision, another fit monk came from elsewhere.

Attacked from both sides, Si Heng was at a disadvantage.

Seeing his embarrassing response, the female cultivator from Li Hentian smiled charmingly: "I've heard about the deeds of a real person jumping over the ranks and beheading the elders of the integration stage of the Loose Cultivation League. Today, it is true that it is not groundless."

She held a bell with her pale fingertips, shook it slightly, and there was a "jingling" sound, and the mana in Si Heng's body froze for an instant. .

Si Heng stepped back immediately, using his sword moves to wear down the strength of the moves, and flicked the tail of the dragon around him to remove the last bit of offensive.

There were no desired consequences, and the faces of the two people on the opposite side were a bit unsightly.

The female cultivator from Li Hentian sneered, and the speed of shaking the copper bell increased suddenly.

The bell rang quickly, but Si Heng was already on guard. The moment the bell rang, he moved to another direction, and as soon as he landed, he swung his sword towards the place where the two were standing.

This sword is as fast as lightning, and there is no time to react at all. Later monks only had time to put the magic weapon in front of them, and they didn't even have time to activate it.

The power of the uncontrolled magic weapon is almost zero, and the material itself is not enough to be intact under the sword energy. After resisting the sword move, the magic weapon split from the middle and split into two.

The backlash caused by the damage to the magic weapon caused the monk to suffer some internal injuries. Although it was not serious, the monk was very angry.

He does not belong to the Luoxia Sect or Lihentian, but an elder of another sect. Unlike those sects that were forced to attach to the southern mainland, did he take the initiative to join the Luoxia Sect? forward.

The purpose of his attachment to the Luoxia Sect is very simple, to pull those lofty sects down from the clouds.

He doesn't mind the collusion between Luoxia Sect and Demon Sect, and he doesn't mind if the cultivation world will be destroyed in the future. He has already enjoyed the benefits of relying on the big tree, and he is willing to give something for the main sect.

So when the cultivator from Lihentian came to him to join forces, he agreed without thinking too much.

He was very disappointed when he found out that he was just a cultivator of Huashen. If it wasn't for the fact that the opponent's chief sect wanted to unite with Li Hentian, he would have turned around and left.

It's just a small period of transformation into a god, and it makes you afraid like this?No wonder it is getting more and more defeated!

Because he didn't look down on Si Heng from the bottom of his heart, he didn't use much effort before, but had a playful attitude.

However, it was this person who was teased by him, not only did not kneel down to beg for mercy, but instead destroyed his magic weapon!

"you wanna die!"

The destruction of the magic weapon made him furious, and he gave up Nasheng's idea of ​​making fun. He wanted to trample the sword cultivator under his feet, and let him die as miserable as possible.

Before the monk could finish his sentence, his momentum exploded. His normal body size doubled, almost one foot tall, and his cassock was shredded, exposing the large bulging muscles on his body.

Si Heng stood in front of him like a dwarf, and when the opponent stepped out, even the sky and the earth began to shake.

The cultivator Li Hentian next to her showed a surprised look, but she recovered in an instant. At the moment when the two in front fought, she also threw out the colorful satin in her hand and rushed towards Si Heng.

The two people on the opposite side used [-]% of their strength, and Si Heng's pressure increased a lot. The blue dragon roared and tore at the surroundings. As it went around, the wounds on his body became more and more numerous.

Si Heng encountered the biggest crisis in his life.

He was completely suppressed, and there was almost no chance to fight back. There were more and more wounds on his body. Although it was not fatal, it also accelerated the speed of mana consumption.

If this continues, he won't be able to last long, and he will definitely die when his mana is exhausted.

Si Heng's heart sank slightly, thinking of a way to counterattack, the dragon claw beside him faced the monk's fist, and after dozens of counter moves, the dragon claw was forcibly broken by him, and his hands were dripping with blood.

The opponent didn't stop moving, and swung his fist towards Si Heng's chest.

At the critical moment, Canglong stood in front of him again, biting the opponent's fist, the man let out a sneer, stretched out his other hand, clenched his fist and swung it up.

He didn't go towards Si Heng this time, instead he spotted the dragon's head in front of him, and smashed his fist down on the dragon's head. Blood flew from his fist, and the blue dragon wailed loudly.

It is very strange that the Canglong is clearly transformed from sword intent, but it seems to have the emotions of a human being. Si Heng can feel his arrogance and anger. He should soar to the nine heavens, and everyone should prostrate at his feet, but he falls into the trap of being beaten by others. A situation of wanton abuse.

That anger builds up and affects him as well.

Si Heng seemed to have transformed into that dragon, feeling all the oppressiveness, his eyes narrowed slightly, his black pupils turned into gold, and turned into sharp vertical pupils, and a few dark blue dragon scales grew from his temples.

All this was unnoticed, and the monk who had turned into a giant was still hammering on the head of the blue dragon, relying on brute force without any tricks.

The blue dragon stopped roaring, and turned from almost solid to transparent. The hammering monk laughed wildly, ready to send the boy in front of him to the underworld with a punch the moment the blue dragon disappeared.

Things went according to his expectation, Canglong was so faint that there was only a shadow left, and the sword cultivator was also entangled by Li Hentian's cultivator and couldn't move, everything was just right.

After another punch, Canglong finally disappeared completely. The monk turned to Si Heng, laughed and punched again.

The fist was stopped halfway through, Si Heng's five fingers hooked, and the fingertips became abnormally sharp, piercing the opponent's fist with ease.

He felt stronger than ever before, and the tall monk in front of him was like a mayfly in front of him.

He wanted the people in front of him to pay the price for what he had done, Si Heng thought so, so he did it, he put his fingers together, and the fist pierced by his fingertips turned into blood foam.

"what!"

All this happened in an instant, and when the monk realized that his hand was gone, a force prevented the rebirth of the broken arm. The monk's eyes were as big as copper bells, and the intense pain made him exert even greater strength. He raised his other hand and slammed it towards Si Heng's face with all his strength.

"Go to hell!"

It's a pity that this punch still failed to hit, he was stopped by Si Heng's other hand, and he crushed the fist in the same way as before.

After destroying these hands, the tyranny in Si Heng's heart eased a little. He looked at the two people in front of him with his vertical pupils shrunk into a thin slit, and found their weakness.

The monk lost his hands and was about to lose his sanity, but when he met these eyes, it was like a basin of cold water poured from his head, from head to toe.

What kind of eyes are those!

Just like the sage in ancient mythology, the world is nothing in his eyes, and the other party looked at him without any emotion in his eyes, as if he was looking at an ant.

There was a fear in the monk's heart, but he was more dissatisfied. He looked away, suppressed the will to retreat in his heart, and attacked Si Heng again.

He used the strongest move, his arms softened and fused together, turning into a bloody knife, the blade was dark brown, with a stench of drums.

This is a move he learned from Moxiu. Not many people died under this move, but all of them are famous.

Using it on the sword cultivator in front of me today, it is flattering him.

When he was moving, the cultivator Li Hentian didn't rest, the bell in his hand kept on, and the ribbons floating in the air turned into thin threads that were hard to distinguish with the naked eye, weaving a net around Si Heng.

Both of them used their trump cards, trying to kill them with one blow.

But the current Si Heng is no longer what he was before. Thin scales climbed up half of his face, his limbs became thicker and thicker, sharp claws grew from his fingertips, and dark blue dragon scales covered the back of his hands.

Facing the encirclement of the two, Si Heng's face remained unchanged. He swung his hand to cut off thousands of filaments, and opened his other hand to meet the blood knife.

The blood knife met the palm of his hand, not only did not cause any harm to him, but was pinched by someone and easily shattered.

The blood knife is formed from the monk's arms, and crushing the knife is equivalent to crushing the monk's arm.

The monk's complexion changed drastically, and his entire face was distorted in pain.

His arm is broken!

It's not that he hasn't encountered this kind of situation before. He can repair it by himself with the long knife made of his flesh and blood, but he can't this time.

Something was suppressing him, so that his wounds could not heal, and his severed limbs could not be regenerated.

The feeling of danger in his heart became stronger and stronger, and he wanted to escape!Can't stay here anymore!

But this decision was too late.

Before he had time to move, Si Heng stuck up, and the man who lost his arm couldn't stop him. He easily inserted his hands into the opponent's body, crushing his dantian.

Then he forcefully tore the body apart with both hands.

In addition to the body, the monks in the fusion period also have the soul, which is their second life.The moment his dantian was destroyed, the monk was about to give up his body, but when he wanted to escape, he found that he couldn't get out at all.

He was trapped inside his body, watched helplessly as his body was torn into pieces, and at the moment of blood flying, he also completely lost consciousness.

The two fought for a very short time, but it caused a great shock to Lihen Tiannv, she turned around and fled without thinking much, and when Si Heng finished one person, the other was gone.

Si Heng still had no expression on his face, he turned to one direction and sniffed, and then chased after him.

His speed was even faster than before, and he went to another place in a blink of an eye. The cultivator from Lihentian wanted to flee, but suddenly found that there was an extra person in front of him.

The person who came looked at him, his handsome eyebrows showed no expression at all, he opened his hand facing the person, the cultivator Lihentian couldn't resist, and was forced to send himself up.

Her neck was pinched, she couldn't move, the person in front of her was still expressionless, she opened her mouth to beg for mercy, but suddenly squeezed her neck hard.

Letting go of the lifeless monk, Si Heng was a little dazed.

Everyone who should be killed has been killed, so what to do next?

Si Heng looked around slowly, and finally seemed to remember something. He decided on a direction and stepped out.