Super Great Fortune Teller

Some of chiyuzi can't believe that he and Wang Qian fought for the first time, but he ended up with a complete defeat.

"No way!" he said

He knew that he belittled Wang Qian. In his opinion, Wang Qian was just a little monk of postnatal level. All real practitioners know how to look at the age of bone. Wang Qian's age of bone seems to be less than 25 years old, which makes him not defensive at all.

Fortunately, the loss of three centipede feet is nothing to a red feather.

Red feather burst to drink: "flywheel kills!"

The giant centipede flies up instantly on the ground, and then turns into a rotating Frisbee. The frisbee has terrible power. The air is full of sharp whistling sound and gusts of fishy wind.

"When dealing with Wenlan, I didn't use this move! You are proud enough to die under the flywheel! "

Hearing this, Wang Qian shook his head and said, "only the living are entitled to be proud, and the dead are entitled to be proud. There is no difference between you and those who died under my hands."

Wang Qian said that he put away the Juque sword, and then the two fists gradually covered with a golden and a purple light.

In Wang Qian's body, the power of ancient gods was gradually guided to his arms.

The spinning frisbee is getting faster and faster, accumulating more and more energy.

In the moment before Wang Qian's mountain, Wang Qian gave a big drink.

"Broken!"

There was a terrible sound wave in the air.

Red feather only felt a tremor all over, and at this time, he was getting closer and closer to Wang Qian. If he wanted to stop, it was too late.

With the power of rotation, his body directly hit Wang Qian's fist.

Boom! There was a loud noise.

The red feather flew out directly, and the centipede, which was more than ten meters in length, was several times bigger than Wang Qian. However, under Wang Qian's fist, there was no resistance at all, so it was blasted away.

Later, Wang Qian stepped on the ground.

"After the stars!"

The next second, he appeared on the back of the red feather.

Red feather crazy struggle: "ah!"

His heart was in a panic. He never thought that Wang Qian's strength was so terrible and hidden so deeply.

Just now, Wang Qian's series of actions are to let him relax his vigilance. He didn't expect that he would suffer such a big loss after he came up, and his Qi and blood would surge violently after Wang Qian's blow.

At this time, Wang Qian even rode on him.

"Get out of here! Worms The red feather roared, controlling the centipede body of 100 meters long to start to turn over on the ground.

However, Wang Qian sat firmly on his back and hit him with one blow.

Come on! It's a big noise.

Red feather's back armor was directly blasted out of a hole by Wang Qian, revealing the black flesh inside.

"Ah The red feather let out a cry of pain.

"Death

Then, a layer of flame suddenly curled around the red feather, and the flesh and blood was ignited by the red feather for the first time.

Poof!

The column of fire rose from the sky and burned directly to Wang Qian's cheek.

Wang Qian's face was cold when he saw the pillar of fire.

Bang bang!

Two more punches.

Facing the pillar of fire, a punch went straight into the red feather's flesh.

Puchi! The black blood burst out with a strong corrosive acid smell. Wang Qian frowned and had no time to avoid it. Fortunately, the glass treasure body exuded mysterious light, which directly refined the corrosive black blood.

"It hurts!" Red feather also wants to use the tail thorn of centipede to stab Wang Qian.

However, Wang Qian at this time, a foot in his body a hard step.

Bang!

Once again, he kicked a hole in the scales on his back, and the man had disappeared.

Come on! It's a big noise.

This centipede can't finish. It stabs itself directly.

"Wang Qian, I will take your dog's life!" he cried

Wang Qian is a light smile, hand Juque sword, steps began to become vain up.

"Take it and make it into wine! Die

As Wang Qian said, he held up the Juque sword high, and poured the violent force on his arm. Wang Qian's arm began to shine. With one move, he chopped down the mountain without any fancy.

Chiyuzi was in a rage. Looking at Wang Qian's sword, he lost his mind. In his eyes, Wang Qian's sword became everything between heaven and earth.

Among the two huge centipede pupils, except for Wang Qian's sword, he could no longer see the world.

It is the most terrible killing move in the pure Yang drunken sword formula.

Feeling the power of the sword, chiyuzi had thousands of centipede feet all over him, shivering and lying on the ground. There was no way to form a resistance.

The sword came to him as if from the sky, directly cutting through the space.When! It's a big noise.

However, what Wang Qian didn't expect was that the key moment was when he was about to split the red feather into two. Suddenly, a bead appeared and stopped Wang Qian's sword in an instant.

A closer look, it is the red feather just put aside the blood bead.

At this time, a bead of blood appeared on the face.

After seeing Wang Qian's face, he said faintly, "chiyuzi is a spirit beast in the cave of Xicheng mountain. If you don't kill chiyuzi, the cave of Xicheng mountain will recognize your position as the mysterious gate."

The man's voice was very ethereal, and his eyes looked down at Wang Qian, just like a God.

After hearing this voice, Chiyu was very calm and retreated to the distance. He said respectfully, "master."

The face on the blood bead, looking back at chiyuzi indifferently, said: "useless thing. Let me plead for you. "

"Yes! Master Chiyuzigong said.

"Boy! Don't you kneel down when you see my master? This is the Lord of the cave in Xicheng mountain, Mr. Mao Gangxian! " Speaking of this, the red feather has a proud face.

The centipede points to Wang Qian.

Wang Qian slightly frowned. From the blood bead, he sensed that Mao Gang's body should be not far away. The blood bead was just a wisp of his mind.

"Do you still need to recognize the position of Xuanmen? I didn't see you help Xuanmen when it was broken. Now I'm Xuanmen. You need to admit that I'm a sect? " However, Wang Qian did not give Mao Gang any face.

Although Mao gang had the breath of an elder, Wang Qian was not afraid at all.

Hearing that Wang Qian dared to ignore his master's face, red feather's face was gloomy at that time.

"Boy! You want to die! " Then he turned into a human figure and walked towards Wang Qian step by step.

Mao Gang's face also became gloomy.

"Chiyuzi, I'll hold him down. First, cut the boy's Daoji to pieces! Don't say that I don't give the mad Taoist face. I've already given enough face to Xuanmen. It's his own face that doesn't want face. " The face on that blood bead light voice says.