Chapter 315

"Hahaha, it is said that the world has long kept Baizi paintings and has achieved unparalleled cultivation. I want to have a good look today."

The sound of high altitude, Chen Xiaoming's clear voice resounded through the world. Such arrogant words made many people frown and stare at Chen Xiaoming angrily.

On the Changliu mountain, hundreds of Changliu disciples are just waiting in full battle. They quietly look at the Baizi painting and take down the enemy.

After all, in their hearts, Baizi painting is invincible.

"Boom!"

The clouds in the sky surged, and a magnificent energy broke out above. The terrible shock wave passed around, and the strong wind suddenly rose on the whole Changliu mountain.

"Baizi painting, that's all you can do!"

When Chen Xiaoming moved, he stood on the clouds, and his white robe was stirred by the mana, shaking the drum.

After a short fight, Chen Xiaoming could not help shaking his head in disappointment. It was too weak. Compared with killing Qianmo, it was between Bozhong.

"Thanks to my high hopes for you, it seems that you are just the same as killing the Qianmo."

Before killing Qianmo against the enemy, Chen Xiaoming didn't know the upper limit of shangxiandi realm. After the fight, he found that even if he was a spiritual body, the two were not his opponents.

"Hum."

With a cold drink, Baizi's painting was full of mana. In his hand, he read that the endless sword ends on the sword were condensed. In the blink of an eye, thousands of sword ends floated between heaven and earth.

"Go."

As soon as Baizi draws a sword, thousands of swords fly away. A little under his feet, his body becomes streamer, and the combination of man and sword is close to Chen Xiaoming's key.

The swords covered the sky and the sky, especially with the Baizi painting as the guide. For a time, the power increased greatly. The whole cloud of heaven and earth seemed to be pierced by a sword, revealing the scorching sun.

"OK, good to come."

Chen Xiaoming drank so much that his spiritual power surged in his body, and instantly turned into a streamer.

Holding the right fist tightly, it has a white light, which is constantly dignified, and the spiritual power is constantly integrated into it. A unique breath is diffused on it.

The world is domineering. Chen Xiaoming shows his sharpness in his eyes. He suddenly punches with his right fist against the endless sword.

"There is no me in this world!"

The sound of angry drinking resounded through the sky. With one blow, the terrible power broke out in an instant. An invisible wave spread out, and all the swords were broken under the wave.

For a moment, Chen Xiaoming's arrogance surged around him and rushed to the nine days.

In the light of the sword, the Baizi painting, which was already the unity of man and sword, immediately realized that the crisis was coming, but it did not retreat.

The mana inside the body explodes, the sword in the hand is more powerful, and a sword is stabbed against the wave.

"Bang!"

The sword and wave collided, and Baizi painting instantly noticed that a spiritual force was transmitted from duannian sword.

With the invasion of spiritual power, Baizi painted in a trance, as if his body had been erased from the world and no longer existed.

"No."

At the critical moment of life and death, Baizi painting was shocked and suddenly woke up. The magic power in his body kept breaking out to resist the attack of fluctuations.

Finally, his body was pushed back by the wave for kilometers before he stopped. However, a trace of blood had seeped from the corners of his mouth. It was obvious that he had been injured by the blow just now.

"Eh, I have some strength. I can't stop my fist."

With a light sigh, Chen Xiaoming was surprised when he looked at the Baizi painting that was only slightly injured.

Although I am a spiritual body without the assistance of space source Avenue, this fist has no self in this world, but it is full of prestige.

As an ordinary immortal, one punch can end.

Is it really worthy of being the protagonist?

I secretly thought that Chen Xiaoming could only classify it as the other party's protagonist and resist beating.

"My God, your majesty is hurt."

"Am I right? Who is this man? He's so strong?"

"How is it possible? I don't mean that in this world, your honor is the strongest. How can someone hurt him?"

“………………”

It's incredible. I can't believe it. The people were surprised when they looked at the injured Baizi painting on the cloud.

The leaders, Mo Yan, Xiao Shengmo and others are dignified and know that things are in trouble.

It's amazing that someone in this world can hurt the white painting with one blow. How terrible his cultivation is.

"Who the hell are you?"

If you are hurt by a blow, even if you are arrogant, you know the power of the person in front of you.

But he didn't know when there were such people in the world.

"Baizi painting, if you want to know my name, you should show some strength."

Words irritated the Baizi painting again. Chen Xiaoming deliberately mocked it. His purpose was never the Baizi painting, but the other party's ten artifact.

Without words, how can the other party take out ten magic weapons.

In the face of Chen Xiaoming's pressing step by step, Baizi painted a frown. At the moment, he fell in the wind and couldn't care about anything else.

The mana cultivation is not as good as the other party, so we can only rely on ten magic tools to reverse the war.

"Whew."

With a flash of light, an ancient zither with a twinkling light appeared in the hands of Baizi painting.

"Streamer harp!"

Mo Yan below looked stunned, but he didn't expect that Baizi painting had used ten magic tools so early.

And Xiao Shengmo looked at each other. They both knew that Baizi painting was in big trouble.

"Lililili............"

The sound of the piano is elegant, and the invisible sound waves are transmitted. The piano sound has a unique artistic conception. Just listening to it, Chen Xiaoming feels a sense of depression and the artistic conception of stopping the war.

"Hum, it's a heresy."

With a cold drink, Chen Xiaoming punched directly. His will is as strong as a rock. Can a small Liuguang piano stop him.

This world and me are not only the moves of space Avenue, but also the moves of will.

If you punch, you will give up who you are. There is neither me nor heaven in this world!

The wave of terror passed away, and instantly collided with the sound of the piano. The void of heaven and earth twisted and fluctuated constantly at the place where it collided.

"Drink!"

Chen Xiaoming gave a big shout, his whole body burst out, the anxious confrontation ended, the waves pressed the sound of the piano, and constantly approached the white painting.

The sound of the piano broke all the way. Baizi's face suddenly changed and he wanted to retreat, but the waves hit and retreated at the moment. I'm afraid he was more seriously injured.

As soon as I clenched my teeth, the mana in my body poured into the Liuguang piano. For a time, the sound of the piano vibrated, but it was still difficult to change the decline.

"Poof!"

The wave approached and directly swept the Baizi painting. The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and the body hit by the wave turned into streamer and flew backwards.

Chen Xiaoming drank coldly and wanted to collect the streamer, but even if baizihua was seriously injured, he first collected the streamer.

Such thoughts made Chen Xiaoming more and more unhappy. Looking at the Baizi painting that hit the mountainside, Chen Xiaoming approached a little under his feet and sneered.

"Long stay Baizi painting, but so!"