Chapter 454 So What About the Patriarch of the Holy King?Still rolling
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Feng Qi Yue
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After the handprint collided with the mountain, the terrifying energy wave that swept up broke through the void, forming a huge black hole, with strong traction, absorbing all the overflowing energy.
After a while, the cracks in the void quickly closed.
A figure appeared.
It was an old man with red beard and red hair, muscular chest muscles, and the blue robe was stretched tightly, extremely explosive.
The most eye-catching thing is the holy weapon in his hand.
It was about ten feet long, like a knife but not a knife, like a hammer but not a hammer, with bloody lines all over its body, flashing and flashing, as if a living thing could breathe, and the aura it emitted was extremely fierce.
The old man glanced sideways, and Yao Ditian, who was hiding in the distance, felt relieved seeing that he was fine.
He looked at Chu Xiu, and snorted dissatisfiedly, "The majestic holy king has the nerve to bully a junior with his big one."
No wonder he said that.
In the cognition of the practice world, a person as strong as Chu Xiu is definitely not as young as he looks on the surface, he must be an old monster.
Compared with this kind of old monster, a monk like Yao Ditian who has practiced for hundreds of years is indeed just a child. It is not an exaggeration to say that the big bullies the small.
As everyone knows, Chu Xiu's real age is actually younger than Yao Ditian.
Of course, he was too lazy to argue with the other party.
If you want to fight, you can fight, there is nothing good about bb.
"Are you the patriarch of the Yao family?" Chu Xiu asked calmly.
The moment the old man shot.
He saw the other party's cultivation base.
The fourth floor of the Holy King.
comparable to him.
As for the real combat power, it wasn't Chu Xiu's arrogance.He is confident, to deal with the opponent within ten strokes, not to defeat, but to kill.
The old man stared at the big eyes of the copper bell, and said in a muffled voice: "My name is Yao Guangde, the ancestor of the Yao family."
: "Let me ask you, why did you attack the heir of my Yao family? You even want to abolish his cultivation."
: "It's so tricky, do you think the Yao family is easy to bully?"
rumbling————
The sound was like thunder roaring, shaking the void and trembling.
He was dissatisfied with Chu Xiu's vicious approach, and even more dissatisfied with the master who watched the theater in the academy.
Yao Ditian was about to be abolished, but his master kept silent, which made him resentful...
Chu Xiu frowned, and picked his ears, "Old man, I don't know if your strength is as powerful as your voice."
He was too lazy to waste his saliva, let's talk about convincing the other party.
The blood-colored streaks are densely covered under the feet.
A dodge came to Yao Guangde, with long hair flying, pinching Xingzimi with his left hand, and pinching Zhenwu·Broshan Seal with his right.
The right fist is lingering with a yellow golden glow, and the punch is punched away, with sharp punching intent, unparalleled domineering, relentless forward, with the power to destroy everything.
Yao Guangde didn't expect Chu Xiu to be so strong, and he did it as soon as he said it, without any nonsense.
He snorted coldly, waved the holy king's soldier in his hand, and struck Chu Xiu with his right fist.
His natal holy king's weapon is called Po Jun, and it is a blunt weapon of the highest quality. It only focuses on one smash, and when it is swung, it is powerful and terrifying.
Ordinary friar with a weaker physical body, if he slashed him with a knife, he would not only die on the spot, but also have his bones broken and tendons severely injured on the spot.
However, Chu Xiu did not dodge or evade, and his aura of dominance soared to the sky, which was unparalleled.
Let you have thousands of ways, magical weapons and sharp weapons, and I will smash them with one punch.
Clang block———
Fists and knives collided, gold and iron clashed, sparks flew everywhere, and the pure power squeezed the space to collapse.
He clearly felt the horror of Chu Xiu's punch.
Yao Guangde's expression changed slightly.
The right arm holding the knife was numb from the shock, and Po Jun almost flew out of his hand.
Yao Guangde's figure flew upside down tens of thousands of miles before he stabilized his figure.
Chu Xiu stood in the air, not taking a step back.
He looked at Chu Xiu with horror and disbelief in his eyes.
This person has terrifying physical strength.
Not only him, but even the holy kings who watched the battle in secret couldn't help being amazed and shocked.
——— "This person's physical body is so strong."
——— "The victory and defeat have already been decided, and Monster Yao is not an opponent."
——— "I feel that Chu Xiu hasn't used his full strength yet."
——— "Look, he's doing it again."
A group of strong men quickly withdrew their minds and looked towards the battlefield.
I saw Chu Xiu, with blood-colored dao patterns filling his feet, and he came to Yao Guangde in an instant.
The left hand broke the mountain seal, and the right hand received the emperor's fist. The golden energy and blood lingered all over his body, like a war fairy.
One punch after another made Yao Guangde vomit blood continuously, flying back and forth in the air like a rubber ball.
Chu Xiu was so fast that he pulled out countless afterimages.
bang bang bang-
There was a muffled sound, which made people's teeth ache.
The strong spectators found that the most terrifying thing about Chu Xiu was not his physical body, but his speed.
It was like a storm, without any reason, and without giving any chance to return the phone.
hanging...
One-sided hanging.....
Yao Guangde had no power to fight back in front of Chu Xiu.
Faced with such a heavy blow, if he hadn't been physically strong, he would have been blown up long ago.
——— "Have you seen his way?"
In the void a million miles away.
The woman in the colorful skirt asked.
Jianqiu's eyes showed surprise, and he murmured, "Golden blood and blood, the flesh is comparable to a holy soldier."
"There is no mistake, it must be the ancient holy body."
:"What...."
The woman in the colorful skirt was shocked, "Jianqiu, are you sure you read it right?"
Jianqiu nodded, took a deep breath, "There is absolutely no mistake, this person is undoubtedly Eucharist."
"What shocked me the most was not his ancient sacred body. It was his boxing technique. When he punched out, his fist was filled with power and majesty, like a human emperor parading around, descending into the world."
The woman in the colorful skirt said to herself in shock: "The emperor..."
Jianqiu said in a deep voice: "Tianji Pavilion recorded a legend. Before the ancient times, in the sky continent, when the chaos first opened, and the three races began to multiply, there were two supreme beings of the human race. Enlighten the living beings."
: "One wears a black gold dragon robe, with golden qi and blood soaring into the sky, and has the ability to open the sky. He is called the Human Emperor."
: "The other wears a Taoist robe with cloud patterns, and his name is Daozu."
He raised his finger and pointed at Chu Xiu, "Golden Qi and blood, the phantom of the Emperor."
: "The ancestor who founded the Tianji Pavilion had a guess. Maybe the legend is true. The Human Emperor is the first generation of the ancient holy body, and the ancient holy body of the later generations was born because of the human emperor."
: "Look at this person who also possesses the Ancient Saint Body and also knows the Human Emperor's Fist. Could it be..."
The woman in the colorful skirt was astonished and couldn't believe it, "You don't want to say that this person is the reincarnation of the Emperor?"
"You are a majestic holy king, how can you be so ridiculous, there is no such thing as reincarnation in this world, my generation of monks, only seize the day and night."
Jianqiu glared at her angrily.
: "When did I say that he is the reincarnation of the Emperor?"
"Then what do you mean?" The woman in the colorful skirt stared back with her almond eyes.
Jianqiu grinned, and said slowly: "He has a mysterious origin. Before today, he had never been revealed to the world. It was like jumping out of a rock. He was so powerful when he appeared."
"I suspect that this person may be the descendant of the Emperor."
"After all, Renhuang's fist will not deceive people."
"Before him, we have never seen this kind of boxing."
After the handprint collided with the mountain, the terrifying energy wave that swept up broke through the void, forming a huge black hole, with strong traction, absorbing all the overflowing energy.
After a while, the cracks in the void quickly closed.
A figure appeared.
It was an old man with red beard and red hair, muscular chest muscles, and the blue robe was stretched tightly, extremely explosive.
The most eye-catching thing is the holy weapon in his hand.
It was about ten feet long, like a knife but not a knife, like a hammer but not a hammer, with bloody lines all over its body, flashing and flashing, as if a living thing could breathe, and the aura it emitted was extremely fierce.
The old man glanced sideways, and Yao Ditian, who was hiding in the distance, felt relieved seeing that he was fine.
He looked at Chu Xiu, and snorted dissatisfiedly, "The majestic holy king has the nerve to bully a junior with his big one."
No wonder he said that.
In the cognition of the practice world, a person as strong as Chu Xiu is definitely not as young as he looks on the surface, he must be an old monster.
Compared with this kind of old monster, a monk like Yao Ditian who has practiced for hundreds of years is indeed just a child. It is not an exaggeration to say that the big bullies the small.
As everyone knows, Chu Xiu's real age is actually younger than Yao Ditian.
Of course, he was too lazy to argue with the other party.
If you want to fight, you can fight, there is nothing good about bb.
"Are you the patriarch of the Yao family?" Chu Xiu asked calmly.
The moment the old man shot.
He saw the other party's cultivation base.
The fourth floor of the Holy King.
comparable to him.
As for the real combat power, it wasn't Chu Xiu's arrogance.He is confident, to deal with the opponent within ten strokes, not to defeat, but to kill.
The old man stared at the big eyes of the copper bell, and said in a muffled voice: "My name is Yao Guangde, the ancestor of the Yao family."
: "Let me ask you, why did you attack the heir of my Yao family? You even want to abolish his cultivation."
: "It's so tricky, do you think the Yao family is easy to bully?"
rumbling————
The sound was like thunder roaring, shaking the void and trembling.
He was dissatisfied with Chu Xiu's vicious approach, and even more dissatisfied with the master who watched the theater in the academy.
Yao Ditian was about to be abolished, but his master kept silent, which made him resentful...
Chu Xiu frowned, and picked his ears, "Old man, I don't know if your strength is as powerful as your voice."
He was too lazy to waste his saliva, let's talk about convincing the other party.
The blood-colored streaks are densely covered under the feet.
A dodge came to Yao Guangde, with long hair flying, pinching Xingzimi with his left hand, and pinching Zhenwu·Broshan Seal with his right.
The right fist is lingering with a yellow golden glow, and the punch is punched away, with sharp punching intent, unparalleled domineering, relentless forward, with the power to destroy everything.
Yao Guangde didn't expect Chu Xiu to be so strong, and he did it as soon as he said it, without any nonsense.
He snorted coldly, waved the holy king's soldier in his hand, and struck Chu Xiu with his right fist.
His natal holy king's weapon is called Po Jun, and it is a blunt weapon of the highest quality. It only focuses on one smash, and when it is swung, it is powerful and terrifying.
Ordinary friar with a weaker physical body, if he slashed him with a knife, he would not only die on the spot, but also have his bones broken and tendons severely injured on the spot.
However, Chu Xiu did not dodge or evade, and his aura of dominance soared to the sky, which was unparalleled.
Let you have thousands of ways, magical weapons and sharp weapons, and I will smash them with one punch.
Clang block———
Fists and knives collided, gold and iron clashed, sparks flew everywhere, and the pure power squeezed the space to collapse.
He clearly felt the horror of Chu Xiu's punch.
Yao Guangde's expression changed slightly.
The right arm holding the knife was numb from the shock, and Po Jun almost flew out of his hand.
Yao Guangde's figure flew upside down tens of thousands of miles before he stabilized his figure.
Chu Xiu stood in the air, not taking a step back.
He looked at Chu Xiu with horror and disbelief in his eyes.
This person has terrifying physical strength.
Not only him, but even the holy kings who watched the battle in secret couldn't help being amazed and shocked.
——— "This person's physical body is so strong."
——— "The victory and defeat have already been decided, and Monster Yao is not an opponent."
——— "I feel that Chu Xiu hasn't used his full strength yet."
——— "Look, he's doing it again."
A group of strong men quickly withdrew their minds and looked towards the battlefield.
I saw Chu Xiu, with blood-colored dao patterns filling his feet, and he came to Yao Guangde in an instant.
The left hand broke the mountain seal, and the right hand received the emperor's fist. The golden energy and blood lingered all over his body, like a war fairy.
One punch after another made Yao Guangde vomit blood continuously, flying back and forth in the air like a rubber ball.
Chu Xiu was so fast that he pulled out countless afterimages.
bang bang bang-
There was a muffled sound, which made people's teeth ache.
The strong spectators found that the most terrifying thing about Chu Xiu was not his physical body, but his speed.
It was like a storm, without any reason, and without giving any chance to return the phone.
hanging...
One-sided hanging.....
Yao Guangde had no power to fight back in front of Chu Xiu.
Faced with such a heavy blow, if he hadn't been physically strong, he would have been blown up long ago.
——— "Have you seen his way?"
In the void a million miles away.
The woman in the colorful skirt asked.
Jianqiu's eyes showed surprise, and he murmured, "Golden blood and blood, the flesh is comparable to a holy soldier."
"There is no mistake, it must be the ancient holy body."
:"What...."
The woman in the colorful skirt was shocked, "Jianqiu, are you sure you read it right?"
Jianqiu nodded, took a deep breath, "There is absolutely no mistake, this person is undoubtedly Eucharist."
"What shocked me the most was not his ancient sacred body. It was his boxing technique. When he punched out, his fist was filled with power and majesty, like a human emperor parading around, descending into the world."
The woman in the colorful skirt said to herself in shock: "The emperor..."
Jianqiu said in a deep voice: "Tianji Pavilion recorded a legend. Before the ancient times, in the sky continent, when the chaos first opened, and the three races began to multiply, there were two supreme beings of the human race. Enlighten the living beings."
: "One wears a black gold dragon robe, with golden qi and blood soaring into the sky, and has the ability to open the sky. He is called the Human Emperor."
: "The other wears a Taoist robe with cloud patterns, and his name is Daozu."
He raised his finger and pointed at Chu Xiu, "Golden Qi and blood, the phantom of the Emperor."
: "The ancestor who founded the Tianji Pavilion had a guess. Maybe the legend is true. The Human Emperor is the first generation of the ancient holy body, and the ancient holy body of the later generations was born because of the human emperor."
: "Look at this person who also possesses the Ancient Saint Body and also knows the Human Emperor's Fist. Could it be..."
The woman in the colorful skirt was astonished and couldn't believe it, "You don't want to say that this person is the reincarnation of the Emperor?"
"You are a majestic holy king, how can you be so ridiculous, there is no such thing as reincarnation in this world, my generation of monks, only seize the day and night."
Jianqiu glared at her angrily.
: "When did I say that he is the reincarnation of the Emperor?"
"Then what do you mean?" The woman in the colorful skirt stared back with her almond eyes.
Jianqiu grinned, and said slowly: "He has a mysterious origin. Before today, he had never been revealed to the world. It was like jumping out of a rock. He was so powerful when he appeared."
"I suspect that this person may be the descendant of the Emperor."
"After all, Renhuang's fist will not deceive people."
"Before him, we have never seen this kind of boxing."
