Swallow Dragon King

Chapter 1111 Slaying the Holy Son! (fourth more)

"Xeon Punch?"

Li Changkong's eyes were slightly focused, and a serious look appeared on his face.

The rays of light surged all over him, and they were also erupting. The body of the real dragon at the peak of the sixth rank was urged by him, and there was a terrifying power of dragon and tiger accumulating in his body.

"Kid, die!"

Mo Xuantong roared, killing intent flashed in his eyes, his fist slammed, and pieces of void were shattered, the power is too terrifying!

boom!
Li Changkong also punched out with one punch, and a dragon and a tiger appeared behind him, and he punched out a bright punch, the light of the fist shone, dazzling!
This punch of his was also done with all his strength, and he never held back a single bit. The power of 7000 million dragons erupted, and the power was so powerful that it crushed the void.

At the same time, he also erupted with a surging breath of a real dragon, punching out, like a dragon rushing out, full of dragon power!
Facing Mo Xuantong's explosive momentum accumulated over a long period of time, he had no fear at all, and chose to directly shake hard, fist to fist, strength to strength!
In the sky, two bright fists collided suddenly, like two stars colliding, the void shrank sharply, and then expanded suddenly, waves of air continuously crashed towards the surroundings.

bang bang bang bang...

Terrifying sounds kept coming out, and the center of the collision was dazzling, just like the light of the sun, so dazzling that people dare not look directly at it.

"Who's winning?"

Someone's eyes were stung by the blazing light, and they couldn't help looking away, but they still paid great attention to it in their hearts. Those two fists, in his opinion, were as bright as the scorching sun!
"The Holy Son must have won, the Hundred-Step Divine Fist, and the Holy Son took 61 steps, which is enough to unleash [-]% of the power of the emperor-grade martial art of the Hundred-Step Divine Fist. Killing the Great Demon King is like pinching a chicken to death." , easy and simple!"

Someone responded, it was a disciple of Baibu Shenzong, and he had full confidence in the sect's strongest martial skill, Baibu Shenquan.

After a while, the bright light finally disappeared, no longer hurting the eyes, and immediately, everyone looked intently.

When they saw this, they were all stunned. Two figures stood in the sky, and they saw that the great demon king Li Changkong was unscathed and his clothes were never messed up. The scars, dripping with blood, and even the white bones were exposed on the fist, which was shocking.

It is clear at a glance who wins and who loses!
"The Holy Son is defeated?"

"No, it's impossible!"

"How could this be? Is he an ancient beast? He can resist the power of the Hundred Steps Divine Fist!"

The disciples of the Baibu Shenzong were all stunned, their bodies were stiff, their hands and feet were cold, and their minds were blank, unable to react for a long time.

Both Lin Wanxue and the Seventh Prince's eyes were full of surprise. As for Qiu Yuanjie, he was also stunned. His eyes were full of astonishment. He felt that it was unimaginable and beyond his imagination.

Bah!
The next moment, the body of the holy son Mo Xuantong fell from the sky, and with him fell, there was blood all over the sky. His face was full of misery, so pale that there was no trace of blood, and his injuries were serious.

One arm was crippled, and he no longer had much combat power.

"Hey, is this the Holy Son? But it's too weak, right?"

Li Changkong stood there frozen in the air, shaking his head and sighing with disdain on his face.

As soon as these words came out, all the disciples of Baibu Shenzong were stunned, and ten thousand horses galloped past their hearts. They opened their mouths, wanting to curse, but when the words came to their mouths, they couldn't say anything up.

That is the Son of God, the strongest of the younger generation of the sect, but now, in the mouth of this servant, he is only judged as too weak. Is this humiliating?
They were very angry, and there was a puff of breath in their chests, but they couldn't vent it, because they realized that it seemed to be the case.

They were slapped in the face, but they still had to bear the slap. It was such a feeling, very humiliating, but they had nowhere to vent.

But after hearing Li Changkong's words, the son Mo Xuantong, who was still proud before, completely lowered his proud head, feeling extremely bitter in his heart, and despair flashed in his eyes.

He has done his best without reservation, and even exploded beyond the peak of his combat power, using [-]% of his combat power to [-]%, but the result is still very dismal.

A crushing defeat!
This is a shame, but he has no power to resist, so he can only bear this shame!

Qiu Yuanjie also widened his eyes. He didn't know why, but when he heard Li Changkong's words, he felt extremely relieved and very happy. These guys who chased and killed him tens of thousands of miles away were all slapped hard. , was severely humiliated.

More importantly, the Myriad Buddha Fruit was finally saved!

The ten thousand buddha fruit is very important. It is the ultimate holy medicine that he obtained after going through all kinds of hardships. It is famous for its majestic vitality, and it can give birth to bones and live the dead!
This holy medicine is enough to save the life of the legion leader and allow the legion leader to live for hundreds of years.

"kill!"

Li Changkong raised his head, a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

The next moment, he came out again, holding a black brick, and charged towards those disciples of the Baibu Shenzong.

The strength of these Baibu Shenzong disciples was far behind that of the holy son Mo Xuantong, and even Lu Yan before him was far inferior, and they couldn't stop Li Changkong's move at all.

blah blah blah...

The black bricks were shot out one after another, and the heads were slapped away one by one. The back of the head was slapped to pieces, and blood spattered.

Streams of blood were like spring water, swallowed by the blood dragon shadow behind Li Changkong, turned into a majestic cultivation, and poured into his body.

Except for Mo Xuantong, all the disciples of Baibu Shenzong are dead!

In the end, Li Changkong charged towards Mo Xuantong. At this moment, Mo Xuantong also stood up again, fighting to the death.

However, one of his arms was crippled, and his combat strength was less than [-]% of that at his peak, so he couldn't resist at all. After more than ten moves, the back of his head was hit by a black brick, his skull was shattered, and blood spattered out.

poof...

Finally, Mo Xuantong also fell to the ground, his breath was weak, and he was on the verge of death.

Whoa!

The blood dragon shadow directly opened its huge dragon mouth, devouring all the surging energy and blood in Mo Xuantong's body, the heat in his body surged, and his cultivation level improved a lot again.

However, he still hadn't broken through, and he was still at the peak level of Zhan Chen's third level. During this time, he broke through the realm too quickly, so he decided to suppress it temporarily, and after he got out, it would not be too late to break through.

Looking at the corpses all over the floor, even the holy son Mo Xuantong was forcibly beheaded, Qiu Yuanjie was speechless. All of this was done by Li Changkong?
He actually felt that it was like a dream and unreal, because the contrast was too great. When Li Changkong first entered the God's Burial Ground, his strength was not strong. Not worthy to be the disciple of the legion commander.

But now, Li Changkong's strength has surpassed him, surpassed him, and is stronger than him!
The disdain at the beginning, that sentence is easy to do for oneself, now in retrospect, it is so ridiculous, with a strong sense of irony.

(End of this chapter)