This figure stood alone in the sky, but there was a power that could break the sky.

Zhang Xuan's body flew, and blood gushed wildly. Just now, he felt a heavy hammer hitting his chest, causing his internal organs to almost move.

You know, Zhang Xuan himself is an entry-level physical cultivation. His physical strength is so strong that he is not much stronger than that of a normal cultivator, but he still cannot resist the other party's finger. What level of existence is this?

Just one finger not only hurt Zhang Xuan, but also the four fighting spirits behind him were able to dissipate, and it was difficult to condense again in a short period of time.

"Is the world now so weak?"

The white-haired man murmured to himself, "If it were just such a world, then what's the fun? It's better to destroy it. Until now, only you two are quite interesting."

The white-haired man no longer looked at Zhang Xuan and the others, but instead turned his eyes to Jian Jun and Qian Yishui.

Jianjun shook his wrist and the sword in his hand made a sound*.

Qianyishui's fists shone with a yellowish ray of light.

The valley master of the Sword Valley and the director of the Thousand Blade Courtyard were all solemn and did not dare to relax at all. The strength of the person in front of him exceeded their expectations, but it was also expected that it was not like the man twenty years ago, and there was no hope of victory at all.

"Go up."

Qian Yishui shouted softly, clenched his fists with both hands, and his body turned into a stream of light, heading straight for the white-haired man.

The sword king did not make a sound, but the sound of the sword sharpening in her hand became more and more harsh. A sword light broke through the air and headed straight for the white-haired man. This sword light had no monstrous momentum, but the power contained in it was no smaller than the trick used by Jian Lintian at the time.

Facing this white-haired man, Jianjun did not dare to hide his weakness. He took action and was a killer move.

In this process, Qian Yishui also killed the white-haired man. The heroic spirit a hundred meters behind him, and together with him, he punched the white-haired man.

Facing this huge fist, the white-haired man was like an ant and could be crushed to death at any time.

But the scene was shocking.

The white-haired man flew casually and collided with the fists of the hundred-meter heroic spirit behind Qianyishui. At the moment when their fists were intersecting, everything in the world calmed down. Then, Qianyishui's hundred-meter heroic spirit became illusory for a moment. Although it quickly solidified again, it shows that under the punch just now, Qianyishui's heroic spirit was almost beaten to pieces by the other party's punch.

The white-haired man waved his other hand simply, and the sharp sword energy that the sword king slashed out was actually changed and headed towards the mountain beside him.

"Boom"                                                             

Every move of a strong man of this level can have an impact on the world, just like the sword Lintian, directly using the mountains as his sword, which is extremely terrifying.

The other side.

Bai Chi rushed to Zhang Xuan's body and hugged the seriously injured Zhang Xuanheng, "Boss, how are you?"

Lin Qinghan followed by the side with anxiety and looked at Zhang Xuan with concern.

"Looking for a way to go, this is not something we can get in touch."

Zhang Xuan spit out a mouthful of blood again. Only by facing the attack of the white-haired man can he feel how terrifying the other party is.

"Boss, Fatty and the others were seriously injured and were not in danger of their lives."

Feedback came from the red-haired side.

Zhang Xuan was relieved when he heard this. Although all Dingding and Xiaohua were both spiritual control, these two people were not as good as him in terms of physical strength.

Within the range where Zhang Xuan and the others are, the attack above will pour out to them at any time. The violent attacks belonging to Qian Yishui and the others are irresistible powerful means for Zhang Xuan and the others. They can only find space for survival in between.

At this moment, the gap between the Supreme One is clearly reflected that controlling the spirit is indeed the ultimate goal of Qi training men, but after entering the spirit control, there are still many possibilities for development.

Every existence that can become a hero must not be a simple character during his lifetime.

Like the war spirits in the Hall of Heroes, each one is a top contemporary character. The amount of strength this top contemporary character may exert depends on the spirit controller himself.

Just like the battle spirit behind Zhang Xuan, each one is the best battle spirit. The sword god Ximen Chuxue is invincible in the present. With the sword Lintian, if Jian Lintian faces it, it will definitely not be an opponent. However, after turning into a battle spirit, due to Zhang Xuan's own reasons, the power that this battle spirit can exert is really limited.

With spiritual energy splashing everywhere, Zhang Xuan and others wanted to escape, but they were struggling to find no way out.

Jian Jun and Qian Yishui are the strongest men in Wanshan District. They joined forces and fought fiercely against the white-haired man. Although Qian Yishui and Jian Jun were somewhat injured, the white-haired man was not feeling well. Qian Yishui and Jian Jun attacked extremely fast, and they fought one after another with one killer move after another.

The white-haired man gradually felt a little difficult.

"The body has not been completely restored, and one in ten strength is not enough, but even so, it is not something you ants who can try to provoke."

The white-haired man shouted softly, "Some remaining ants, instead of living alone, should I turn the spiritual energy on you into an attack for the moment. For you, it should be the greatest honor in your life."

The white-haired man spoke several times.

Countless light columns as thick as babies' arms fell from the sky, surrounding Zhang Xuan and others, leaving them nowhere to go.

A faint white light emanated from the pillar of light, sweeping towards Zhang Xuan and the others.

Lin Qinghan's two soldiers, the worst of their strength, was the only one who condensed the energy. The moment they touched the white light, they turned into a pool of blood.

A powerful god-making man was stained with white light, and the light spread to him at an extremely fast speed. Two seconds later, the late god-making monk also turned into blood.

Under the means of this white-haired man, they had no power of resistance at all and were completely crushed.

"He is using our flesh and blood to replenish his own energy. This person is so weird!"

Jian Lintian's eyes were full of solemnity, "I know a little about this method."

"Is it the same as you did?"

Zhang Xuan glanced at Jian Lintian. At that time, the evil spirit was also absorbing the flesh and blood of the residents of Leiji Town as supplies.

"There are similarities, but compared to him, my methods are too low-level."
Chapter completed!