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Chapter 1180 Rotten Sandstorm
"What a sharp low-grade Tongtian Lingbao."

Xiao Ran frowned, but he was not afraid. His fists kept hitting the bloody sand, and blue fist marks tens of feet in size came out.

At the same time, a thunder gang with a radius of ten feet appeared around him, which was about ten feet thick and airtight, blocking all the scattered blood and sand outside.

"Shh!"

Stepping on the steps of the Big Dipper, Xiao Ran turned into a star god like a god of thunder, making a detour from the left, avoiding the gourd of blood sand, and rushing straight to the old man in gray.

"Watch me kill you!"

Xiao Ran yelled at him, arousing [-]% of his physical strength, which greatly increased the power of the seventh layer of the Eternal Thunder Gang Body to attract thunder.

With a height of more than [-] feet, Xiao Ran, like a great thunder god, slammed the gray-clothed old man, punishing evil and promoting good, and destroying all evil forces in the world.

The boxing technique was wide open and closed, vigorous and unstoppable. It shattered the blood energy and black light around the gray-clothed old man, causing his face to change. It seemed that he did not expect Xiao Ran's strength to be so terrifying.

Immediately, the gray-clothed old man was at a disadvantage, and fought head-on with Xiao Ran with his punches. His jaw was split open and his arm was split open, as if sawed by a saw tooth, with blood flowing out.

"What a powerful physical strength!"

The old man in gray was terrified, he didn't expect that Xiao Ran's physical strength was so much stronger than his own.

"Is this kid still human?"

The gray-clothed old man looked at Xiao Ran in astonishment, and retreated while fighting. At the same time, he used the blood-sand gourd to return to his side, suspended above his head, and sprayed out blood-sand like a mighty river of blood, submerging towards Xiao Ran.

"Oh my god, Xiao Ran beat that old man?"

Lanzhu on the mountain peak in the distance looked at the tomb dumbfounded.

"how is this possible?"

The silver-haired old man and the black-haired old man were attacking Liu Qingyin together. Out of the corner of their eyes, they saw the gray-clothed old man retreating repeatedly after being beaten by Xiao Ran, and immediately showed a ghost-like expression.

One must know that the gray-clothed old man is the boss among them, and his strength is superior to them. He did not expect that he would be at a disadvantage in the face of Xiao Ran.

But this kid only has the third realm of heaven and man!

Is this kid a monster?
"Am I not mistaken?"

Liu Qingyin looked at Xiao Ran, who looked like a god of thunder and directly punched the mountain, her face was dazed, her eyes almost popped out, she felt dazzled.

Although she also has the confidence to fight against the gray-clothed old man, but she is a strong person in the fifth realm of heaven and man!

Xiao Ran only has the cultivation base of the third realm of heaven and man, how could he have such great strength?
But the fact was right in front of her eyes, Liu Qingyin didn't want to accept it, she had to accept it, she pouted and said, "What a pervert."

"Little bastard, the old man wants you to die! Artistic conception, rotten wind and sand!"

At this moment, the gray-clothed old man, who was almost unable to fight back after being beaten by Xiao Ran, was completely enraged and let out a hysterical roar.

A chilly and rotten force raged out from his emaciated body, accompanied by an icy black wind, mixed with black sand and dust.

This is the artistic conception of the grey-clothed old man who has been cultivating for hundreds of years. The decaying wind and sand contain the two forces of decay and wind, with destructive power.

The void of thousands of feet suddenly fell into darkness, the wind howled, the black wind blew, and the sky was filled with dust.

Wherever it passed, steep mountain peaks rotted at a speed visible to the naked eye, pouring down like sand and dust.

The surrounding towering ancient trees, as if they have gone through the ages, are all decayed, turned into dust and sprinkled on the ground, and the fresh flowers and plants are all withered and turned into fly ash.

This is a completely destructive scene, and the speed of destruction is so fast that within a few breaths, it will be lifeless within a thousand feet, as if it has become a dead space.

There is only a majestic thunder light standing towards the sky, that is Xiao Ran.

He seemed to be the god of thunder who commanded thousands of thunders. The thin thunder patterns on the baby's arms were like thunder pythons, shattering the black wind and sand around him with their teeth and claws.

Even so, Xiao Ran can still feel the power of the decaying sandstorm in the artistic conception, it is really terrifying, very penetrating, and the lethality is too strong.

The thunder light on his body melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and black spots gradually appeared in the azure blue light, which was shocking.

Apparently, the power of the seventh layer of the Eternal Thunder Gang Body to lure the thunder into the sky cannot withstand the rotten wind and sand of the gray-clothed old man.

Xiao Ran was not surprised by this result.

After all, the gray-clothed old man is a strong man in the fifth realm of heaven and man, two small realms higher than him. Even if he has a profound background, the gap in realm cannot be made up by just making up.

At this moment, the gray-clothed old man was extremely proud and excited, as if letting out a bad breath, he looked at Xiao Ran covetously, looked up to the sky and laughed wildly:

"Hahaha, ignorant boy, you should know how powerful this old man is by now, right?"

Facing the grey-clothed old man with a ferocious face, Xiao Ran was fearless, and smiled contemptuously: "An ant."

"Ignorant child, you are too arrogant, you don't even know when you are about to die, the real ant is not the old man but you."

Seeing that Xiao Ran dared to despise him so much, the gray-clothed old man couldn't help being furious, carrying a violent black wind, like a ghost in the darkness, walking into the decaying wind and sand of the artistic conception.

A steady stream of power from heaven and earth surged out of his body and poured into the decadent wind and sand of the artistic conception, increasing the power of the decadent wind and sand in the artistic conception again.

Originally, the rotten wind and sand in the artistic conception rolled over a thousand feet, but now it has reached more than 1000 feet. From a distance, it looks like a dark world, swallowing towards Xiao Ran.

Whether it was Lanzhu on the distant mountain peak or Liu Qingyin who was fighting against two, seeing this terrifying scene, they all shouted: "Be careful."

A strong man in the fifth realm of heaven and man is already powerful, but if he uses his artistic conception, it will be even more terrifying. How can a strong man in the third realm of heaven and man resist it?

Liu Qingyin and the two felt that if Xiao Ran didn't dodge, there was absolutely only one dead end.

But they didn't expect that Xiao Ran would not dodge or evade the rotten wind and sand in the artistic conception, which was greatly increased in power, but instead went up to him, like a god of war who regards death as his home.

"The eighth layer of the eternal thunder gang body, attracting thunder into the soul!"

Xiao Ran's eyes shone with thunder, and his towering body rose against the thunder, almost five hundred feet high, his feet were like pillars, and his hands were like two thunder dragons, exuding a terrifying thunder power.

The surrounding thunder is boiling, the thunder light is shining, and the thunder patterns are intertwined, raging out like a torrent of steel, hitting the decaying wind and sand of the artistic conception that is sweeping.

But the power of the decaying wind and sand was too strong, and in an instant, the thunder energy, thunder light, and thunder pattern disappeared like a mud cow into the sea.

A sharp whimper sounded in Xiao Ran's ears like howling ghosts and wolves.

But Xiao Ran didn't change his face, he clenched his fists with both hands, and with his strength smashed thousands of troops, he rushed directly into the decadent wind and sand of the artistic conception.

"Xiao Ran?"

When Liu Qingyin and Lan Zhu saw this scene, their faces turned pale with fright, and their hearts were filled with shock and anger. Why is Xiao Ran so reckless?
Doesn't he know that doing this is courting death?
"Hahaha, this kid actually dared to break into the decaying wind and sand, that's how Longevity would die if he hanged himself!"

The silver-haired old man and the black-haired old man laughed wantonly. They were so happy that they couldn't say enough, and they shot more fiercely, trying to kill Liu Qingyin before the gray-clothed old man finished Xiao Ran.

And the gray-clothed old man was extremely proud and laughed wantonly.

"Ignorant child, if there is a way to heaven, you don't go, and if there is no way to hell, you break in. Let's see how this old man smashes your corpse into thousands of pieces today, leaving no bones left."

The gray-clothed old man was originally a ruthless person who killed people without blinking an eye, but now that Xiao Ran came to his door on his own initiative, he would not be merciful.

"Old man, you got complacent too early, let's see how I can decipher your artistic conception."

Xiao Ran, who broke into the decaying wind and sand in the artistic conception, the thunder light on his body dimmed a bit, but his power remained undiminished, with a menacing aura, punching out one after another.

The dense thunder fist marks, like a thunder mountain with a size of tens of feet, overwhelmingly hit the surrounding area of ​​the decadent wind and sand in the artistic conception, making a rumbling sound.

At the same time, with Xiao Ran's thought, the Lei Huang Sword flew out, extending to a length of more than 100 feet, showing peerless sharpness, the tip of the sword pierced into the sky, and slashed down in the air.

The Fifth Form of Lei Huang Sword Art: Execution of Spirits!
This sword was simple and not fancy at all, but it had a strange wave of sword breath, which affected the gray-clothed old man, making him feel that his soul power and strength had been weakened.

"What kind of sword style is this, so weird?"

The gray-clothed old man turned pale with fright, and had an ominous premonition in his heart. He only felt that his strength was weak, which made the power of the decadent wind and sand in the artistic conception drop.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiao Ran slammed the decadent wind and sand in the artistic conception again.

It can be clearly seen that his skin, flesh and blood, tendons, bones, and internal organs are all thundered, and his eyes are shining with lightning, full of majesty.

He is close to five hundred feet tall, as straight as a thunder god, with the soles of his feet stepping into the air, the air explodes, and his fists are waving, the artistic conception is rotten and the wind and sand are rolling endlessly.

The sharp whimpering was drowned out by the deafening thunder, the black wind was abruptly wiped out by the light of thunder, and the smell of decay was covered by the breath of thunder.

A series of thunder patterns strangled out like thunder pythons, tearing out azure blue light marks around the decaying wind and sand in the artistic conception, and expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The pitch-black dust was shattered violently by Xiao Ran, turning into nothing like a flash in the pan, and the power of the decaying wind and sand in the artistic conception was reduced to the extreme.

In a blink of an eye, Xiao Ran was less than a hundred feet away from the gray-clothed old man, looking down at him as if looking down on an ant.

The fact is also the same, he is close to five hundred feet tall, and the gray-clothed old man is shorter and thinner than ordinary people. In front of him, he is no different from an ant.

Two arcs of thunder shot out from his eyes, strangling the gray-clothed old man mercilessly, and at the same time swung his fists, suppressing him like a mountain pressing down on him.

"Boom!"

Hearing the earth-shattering thunder, the gray-clothed old man looked up at the arc of thunder and Xiao Ran's fist, and felt terrified and terrified.

He fled in a hurry, and at the same time used his mental power to force the blood sand gourd to spray blood sand at Xiao Ran, but he didn't expect to be punched flying by Xiao Ran.

The bloody sand all over the sky was directly thrown out, and the pungent blood energy was swallowed by the thunder light, and with a puffing sound, slender and curved blood smoke came out, like wolf smoke.

"not good!"

The grey-clothed old man's old face changed drastically, his eyes were full of panic, he hurriedly dodged, but he couldn't dodge, and was struck in the back by two lightning arcs.

Blood spattered from his back, the scars were deep enough to show his bones, he grinned in pain, and his old face with dark spots appeared pale.

But he didn't have time to call out the pain, Xiao Ran's fist had already landed, and his body was bent like a shrimp, and he was blown away directly, his whole body's bones exploded, and I don't know how many bones were broken.

"puff!"

While he was still in mid-air, he spat out a mouthful of blood in pain, his skinny body was pierced by bone stubble, and the blood spattered out like blood arrows.

"Big brother?"

When the silver-haired old man and the black-haired old man heard the screams, their expressions changed, and when they saw the grey-clothed old man's miserable appearance, their eyelids twitched in fright.

How can it be?

The elder brother's artistic conception is so strong, how could it be cracked by the boy, and he was seriously injured?
"Xiao Ran beat that old man seriously? Oh my god, he's so perverted."

Lanzhu on the mountain peak in the distance stared wide-eyed, spoke incoherently, and was extremely excited.

(End of this chapter)