The Fierce Taoist of Online Games

When Zhou Xing opened his eyes again, the young man in white had disappeared. Although he didn't know exactly what happened, Zhou Xing still shook his fist with a smile. At this moment, he felt that his whole body was full of power. If this power was not used up immediately, he was worried that he would explode.

Hahahaha! Zhou Xing laughed wildly, turned his heels and rushed into the opponent's team. No matter who he was facing or what kind of weapon he was facing, he would punch him without saying a word.

clang! clang! clang! ...

No matter who it is, no matter what kind of weapon they use, if they touch Zhou Xing's fist, they will either die or be disabled!

The tide turned!

Lu Changqing frowned, and immediately pushed his cultivation to the peak, holding the Dao sword full of spiritual energy, and stabbed Zhou Xing's right fist fiercely.

clang! ! ...

The invincible Dao sword bent into a dangerous arc, narrowly avoiding the end of being broken on the spot, but Zhou Xing's fist was not damaged at all.

Lu Changqing was shocked, and retreated quickly.

Zhou Xing couldn't stop laughing wildly, he threw his fists like a tiger into a herd of sheep.

Indeed, no one can block his punch!

When Li Fengchun saw it, he suddenly felt that the situation was over, so he turned around without saying hello to anyone, and ran towards the exit at the fastest speed.

As soon as he ran, the others followed suit and turned around and ran away, only hating his parents for giving him two missing legs.

Zhou Xing didn't think about killing them all, but he didn't want to let them go easily, so he used his legs to catch up, and those who ran slowly would get punched by him. But Zhou Xing has only one real goal - Mao Xiaoshan. Once the other party is allowed to run out of the secret realm, the elders of the Longevity Valley will definitely not sit back and watch the disciples die without taking action. And once the opponent makes a move, he will definitely kill him on the spot. Even if Elder Ji wants to stop him, it may be too late. If he is already dead, no matter who bury him with him, it will be a loss-making business.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xing shouted to the people on his side: Go out first and wait for me outside! I must kill this Wang Bashan!

Zhou Xing's eyes were fierce, his legs were flying, and he rushed to catch up.

Zhou Xing had never hated a person so much, and Mao Xiaoshan was the first. The latter also knew that the other party did not kill him and vowed not to give up, and he did not say any soft words of begging for mercy. He gritted his teeth and took out all the flying swords from the ring, there were as many as twenty-four, and threw them all at once. heaven.

I saw Mao Xiaoshan running towards the exit, while making a tactic with one hand, he shouted: Cicada-crying sword formation! Strike!

With an order, those flying swords that were in free fall just now turned around and pointed at Zhou Xing. In the blink of an eye, twenty-four flying swords formed a sword net and flew away at an extremely fast speed.

Zhou Xing, who was at the peak of his cultivation, saw all this change. He just sneered and didn't care. When the flying sword was still half a foot away from him, he was blocked by the true energy of the dragon outside his body. Unscathed.

whispering sound!

For this result, Mao Xiaoshan had expected it a long time ago. In his opinion, Zhou Xing suddenly changed from a dying person to an almost invincible existence. Even if Zhou Xing didn't die suddenly on the spot, at least half of his life would be lost. At that time, it would be a matter of one move.

Therefore, he only needs to hold on until that moment comes. Or, it would be safer to run out of the secret realm directly and seek the protection of the elders of the sect.

The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and he was still quite a distance away from the exit. Mao Xiaoshan had no choice but to inject streaks of spiritual energy into the sword formation, and with both hands, he shouted: Sword formation of cicadas, unite! Slay demons and demons!

Twenty-four flying swords as thin as cicada's wings were nourished by spiritual energy, and the aura was brilliant, and then the flying swords were automatically combined in mid-air, with non-stop clicking sounds.

Zhou Xing looked curiously, and saw that some flying swords merged to form the blade, some formed the hilt, some formed the tip, some formed the blade, some formed the grid, and there were actually three flying swords. Jian Sui.

After combining each small sword, it turned into a four-foot-long big sword. The whole sword was integrated into one body, shining golden light, and slashed towards Zhou Xing swiftly.

Zhou Xing didn't dare to take it too seriously this time, he took out the Iron Heart Cauldron from the spirit ring, aimed at the falling flying sword and smashed it violently.

clang! !

The sound of gold and iron clashing was heard far away, the Iron Heart Cauldron was not damaged at all, but the golden light of the great sword was visibly dimmed.

As soon as Zhou Xing saw it, he immediately swung the tripod and smashed it again, and the sound of collision between the spirit weapons continued. Within a few breaths, the golden light of the big sword was completely smashed, and the whole sword vibrated non-stop, almost disintegrating, and turned back into twenty-four small swords again.

It's mine! Zhou Xing stretched out his hand suddenly, grabbed the hilt of the sword, pulled it hard, and with a shock of true energy in his hand, he put the big sword into the spirit ring.

Mao Xiaoshan was frightened and angry, he ran faster and looked back frequently.

The distance between the two is still getting closer.

Mao Xiaoshan hesitated for a moment, and took out a well-made puppet from the ring, then bit the tip of his tongue, sprayed a mouthful of blood on the puppet, threw it backwards, quickly made a tactic with both hands, and shouted: I will never die, never stop , fighting puppet show!

Mao Xiaoshan's good things came out endlessly, Zhou Xing was angry and envious, he made a decision immediately, he would accept all the treasures he could accept, so as to slightly make up for the huge loss of the war.

Under the urging of Mao Xiaoshan's formula, the puppet's stature skyrocketed after landing, and it rose to a height of nearly two feet in the blink of an eye, like a giant tower, blocking Zhou Xing's way forward.

When Zhou Xing saw it, he didn't want to get entangled with him, so he turned around, drew an arc, and bypassed the giant puppet at an extremely fast speed.

To Zhou Xing's surprise, the burly puppet also turned around and came behind him almost in a flash, then stretched out its huge arms, hugged him around the waist, and kicked its legs up.

When Zhou Xing wanted to break free, he had already flown into the air. Immediately afterwards, the puppet turned upside down and hit the ground with its head down. Zhou Xing yelled angrily, and the dragon with real energy outside his body immediately wrapped around the puppet, smashing it into crumbs in a blink of an eye, and falling all over the sky.

Zhou Xing landed safe and sound, and looking at Mao Xiaoshan, he had already run dozens of feet away.

Zhou Xing was furious and chased after him again. Mao Xiaoshan glanced back, immediately changed his route, and plunged into the woods not far away. Zhou Xing also went into the woods without hesitation, but the trees greatly blocked his sight, and after chasing for a while, Mao Xiaoshan was nowhere to be seen.

At the same time, Zhou Xing felt that his aura was rapidly fading, and his realm dropped from the peak of the first glimpse to a high level, and then from a high level to a middle level. not see.

In an instant, Zhou Xing felt so exhausted that he couldn't even walk.

There are only a few incense sticks left before the closure of the Red Feather Secret Realm. Zhou Xing thought over and over again. He felt that the green hills were still there, and he was not afraid that there would be no firewood. He decided to let Mao Xiaoshan go first. It's not too late to kill him.