The Daoist Seal

In front of everyone, Mo Xing, Jiang Xiaofan said to do, let these people look at each and everyone look ashen.

His speed is too fast, like the clouds in the sky, illusory, where the whereabouts are uncertain. After a palm is played, his true body has already withdrawn from the encirclement of more than a dozen people, and has come and went to the previous position.

“Boom…”

In an instant, a powerful killing intent, like a flood of water, engulfed all directions, Purple Yang Sect a dozen people, they look cold, there are divine light flickered on the body, someone has taken out the weapon, locked Jiang Xiaofan.

“Injury my Purple Yang Sect disciple, it is a dead hand to my relatives who teach Elder, you can’t leave it!”

One of the men of Perception 4th-layer took out, with the body rushing out of a Dao God mans, lingering in his outside the body.

Jiang Xiaofan calmly shook his head and dismissed the road: “Your Purple Yang Sect is really not overbearing, rampant, oh, unreasonable, believe oneself infallible Purple Tenuity, the first big force, I think it is just the Purple Tenuity Church. Let’s go.”

The man is sneered, saying: “My Purple Yang Sect has always been like this, how can you do it!”

“Not very good, I wanted to hit you!”

Jiang Xiaofan is indifferent.

The man slammed the coldly snort, and the direct action, the a light sound in the void, he took it straight, the Perception 4th-layer’s imposing manner spread, firmly locked Jiang Xiaofan, a palm moved towards his cheeks The past.

Jiang Xiaofan was unmoved, standing still, calm shot at the big hand.

“Hey, don’t you want to swear? What’s wrong, why don’t you move.”

“I thought he still had a bit of strength. I couldn’t think of it. This was scared and I didn’t dare to move. I was as timid as a rat!”

A group of people are sneered and ridiculously mocked.

The man who is hands-on is looking for disdain. The right hand of Jiang Xiaofan is added a little more force, indifferent. “I thought it would be great if it was faster. In the face of absolute strength, everything is paper tiger!”

Jiang Xiaofan is still unmoved, just calm looking at this person, said with a smile: “This is the first sentence I heard from your mouth, I agree very much!”

“So talking to me, you can’t die without it!”

He once again aggravated a bit of strength, pervert Mori, Perception 4th-layer’s cultivation base with a strong physical body, the right hand divine light, so that the void has become somewhat confused, enough to see this palm Terrifying.

“Be careful, get rid of it!”

Behind Jiang Xiaofan, Ning Meng and Min Hui couldn’t help but cred out in alarm. Their cultivation base is far from reaching Perception Realm. For such terrifying palms, they feel really terrifying and difficult to compete.

“It’s late, I’ve been sealed all around, he can’t escape!”

The man is sneered, look indifferent, as if looking at the dead person, the brilliance in the right hand is even more blazing.

However, in the next moment, Jiang Xiaofan moved, and casually explored the left hand, seemingly slow, but it seems to have a kind of imprint in the movement, in line with the existence of this Heaven and Earth, grabbed the man’s wrist.

His calm looks at the Purple Yang Sect disciple in front of him, said with a smile : “It doesn’t look too late, right?”

“you!”

This person has expression changed, and he wants to pull back the palm of his hand, but his wrist is tightly held by Jiang Xiaofan, as if he was caught by a hard pliers, and there is a strong pain.

He lifted the right hand, and the look became a bit fierce. The fierce fist slammed into the face of Jiang Xiaofan. He used ten layers of strength from the beginning. He believes that even the people of Perception 6th-layer are not. Dare to harden.

Then, beyond his expectation, Jiang Xiaofan still just randomly explored the right hand, and grabbed the fist he had picked up in his hand. He slammed it and suddenly passed the crisp sound of the slap, and his forehead shed directly. Cold sweat.

“Let go!”

The man was drunk, swept his right leg and kicked at the waist of Jiang Xiaofan.

“boom……”

Jiang Xiaofan is still calm, light-like legs, kneeling on the man’s knees, suddenly a ka-cha crisp sound came, his face was distorted, his knee bones were kicked, and the pain was unbearable. .

“You are not very rampant, Purple Yang Sect is not very rampant, what’s wrong now?” Jiang Xiaofan said.

“you!”

“boom……”

Jiang Xiaofan no longer speaks, because he directly hands up, actively attacking, stepping forward in front of the right leg, right hand is also loosening at the same time, gently clenching fists, sly moved towards the man’s chest smashed down, the situation is heavy.

“Hey…”

The blood of the breastbone broke out in the first time. The man scream, coughed out a blood, ran down the corners of his mouth and cheeks, and dyed the ground a few small pieces of red.

Jiang Xiaofan’s left hand is slightly twisted, and another crisp sound is heard. The man’s left wrist is also broken. The whole palm is very unnaturally drooping. This means that his scream is constantly and fierce.

“Damn, you are doing this to me, you…”

Jiang Xiaofan shook his head and interrupted his words. “It seems that your spirit is not bad, we continue…”

“Hey…”

Another cryp sound came out, Jiang Xiaofan stretched out his right leg and kicked a foot on the man’s left knee, and the knee in that place suddenly broke.

“Ah, bastard you…”

“Hey…”

Jiang Xiaofan expressionless, lift the leg again and break the man’s left leg bone.

“Ah!”

The man gave the most screaming scream, so the cold blood of the cold, he finally got fear.

“This guy is really violent!”

Ye Yuanxue licked a cute little mouth, and she was slightly wrinkled with a nose.

Purple Yang Sect’s dozens of people have expression changed, they know how powerful the man is, Perception 4th-layer, but it is so easily defeated by the man in front of him, and the miserable softness is on the ground.

At the end of the day, Mo Xing flicked the hateful and resentful light in the eyes, like a wild beast, pointing to Jiang Xiaofan’s vague voice: “Kill him, go together, what are you waiting for?” !”

“Boom…”

More than a dozen daoist silhouettes have moved, and they fill in the air with a powerful killing intent.

Jiang Xiaofan sneered, kicking the man on the ground, and he himself moved, rotating the right hand of silver, a palm shot, and several people still in Minute Subtlety realm covered it. .

“peng peng peng ……”

Several daoist silhouettes flew out and the weapons in their hands were broken.

These people only have the cultivation base of Minute Subtlety realm, how can they resist the terrifying physical body of Jiang Xiaofan’s comparable with Illusory Spirit 9th-Layer powerhouse, just like the scarecrow flies out several meter away, and the bones are broken.

“by Die!”

Suddenly, a coldly shouted sounded, and another Perception 4th-layer man in the crowd stepped on the air, the palms became crystal clear, and the strange flames were shot, tens of times magnified, and the huge light hand covered them. Jiang Xiaofan was shrouded in it, and the cockroaches fell down.

“Boom…”

This palm is very terrifying. It is no longer a normal attack. It is a powerful divine ability. It belongs to a secret art. It is a foundation law that can only be cultivated by Purple Yang Sect inner disciple. At this time, it is really terrifying.

Four Great Sects inheritance For a long time, every sect has its own powerful magical method. Those art will never be rumored. The true core divine skill will only be passed on to the rigidly tested inner disciple.

Jiang Xiaofan felt the power of this palm, but he didn’t care much. He lifted the right hand directly, silver light flickered, and the fis greeted him. With the pure physical body, he opposed the purple force Sect’s divine ability.

“Boom…”

Silver divine glow, Jiang Xiaofan’s physical body is so powerful that it is incredibly powerful, directly shattering the energy of the big hand in the air, and fluttering out a daoist silhouette, letting it face a panic-stricken look.

“shua…”

Jiang Xiaofan expressionless’s look up, Illusory Divine Steps show, left a residual image in the field, disappearing, appearing in front of this daoist silhouette, the silver light in the left hand skyrocketed, the backhand is a palm, and the film is taken out .

“Pu…”

This person stunned Jiang Xiaofan a palm, right in the cheek, immediately fell from the air, the teeth mixed with blood and spit out from the mouth, the look is a bit miserable.

“Boom…”

He waved the right hand and smashed a long sword near him. He slammed a daoist silhouette and landed it on the ground. This is a Perception 3rd-Layer cultivator.

“Amazing!”

Ning Meng and Min Hui are shocked. At this moment, Jiang Xiaofan really has an unrivaled power.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaofan almost turned into a lightning, leaving a path of residual image in this space, which is so uncertain that it is difficult to capture. He is between a dozen Purple Spring Sect disciple, and his hands swing from time to time. Out.

“boom……”

A cultivator that had just entered Perception Realm was smashed to fly, and an arm hanged down on the spot, with a look of extreme pain on his face, and a drop of cold sweat flowing down his cheeks.

“Pu…”

Jiang Xiaofan vibrates right hand, step by step, in front of a Perception Second Heavenly Layer man, smashing the hammer in his hand in his terrified eyes, sweeping his right leg, bringing a hurricane, letting his scream fly backwards .

“What are you doing, together, killing him together!” Mo Xing yelled, full of hostility, staring at the scene, screaming: “Who killed him, I asked my grandfather to send him a Spirit Armament !”

Mo Xing When the words came out, the sound of swallow the saliva sounded immediately. The people who had already had fear shook fiercely. There was a trace of vigor in the eyes. The temptation of Spirit Armament was too big. These people rushed again. past.

Jiang Xiaofan sneered, this moment, he stared at Mo Xing, step by step, he did not use the slight divine ability, completely fighting with pure force, but it is really unstoppable, can not stop his footsteps .

“boom……”

When the last daoist silhouette flew out, Jiang Xiaofan appeared in front of Mo Xing, and look at him indifferently.

“You… what are you doing! I am…”

Mo Xing stepped back and sat down on the floor. He looked at Jiang Xiaofan with horror. He only had the cultivation base of Minute Subtlety realm. After seeing the means of Jiang Xiaofan, he was afraid at the moment and wanted to lift the person behind him to threaten.

It’s a pity that Jiang Xiaofan didn’t bother to listen to him nonsense, lift his legs directly, and smashed the past.

“Ah!”

The ear-piercing scream rang, Mo Xing’s legs were smashed, and it was completely broken. Jiang Xiaofan once again used the power of Vajra Scripture to make him cry, his nose and tears flowed out, panic Shouting.