Chapter 1472

Martial arts supernatural power - Storm Dragon Spear!

In an instant, the Xuantianmen Jindan Daoist came forward with a Zhangba spear in his hand and stabbed it out. The sky and the earth shook, stirring up the wind that was thousands of miles away.

The endless gusts gathered in the spear, the runes flickered, and the mana quickly condensed, turning into storms one after another, like a dragon criss-crossing the world.

These storms turned into flood dragons, blasted out with a spear, really like ten thousand dragons coming out together, covering the sky and covering the earth, forming a formation, crushing them down, containing destructive power.

The Xuantianmen disciples around couldn't help but retreat for a few miles, because this kind of spear technique was too violent, even the ordinary Jindan Realm would not dare to resist.

Once it hits, it will definitely die and disappear, and will cease to exist.

"Go to hell, native, go to hell and repent!"

The Jindan Daoist who was holding a spear roared, full of murderous intent, he wanted to stab the native to death with one spear, ending this absurd action, and let the aborigine know the horror of Xuantianmen and how powerful Jindan Daoist is.

"Go to hell? It's ridiculous. Even if you go to hell, I'm the master. You don't know who you are fighting against. You are ignorant and fearless. This is why you died today."

Xia Ping's eyes were calm, and a pair of dark golden wings immediately appeared on his back. These are the wings of the Hell Golden Crow, engraved with dense ancient inscriptions, revealing the atmosphere of space, flames, and antiquity.

Whoosh!

Immediately, the wings of the Hell Golden Crow vibrated, and he left the place in an instant, as if he was escaping into the void. This speed was so fast that even the divine sense could not perceive it, like the supernatural power of space so far away.

In the next second, Xia Ping dodged the spear and came to the back of the Xuantianmen Jindan Daoist.

That blow blasted into the distance, instantly razing hundreds of mountains to the ground, trembling for hundreds of miles around, as if a super earthquake of magnitude 7 or 8 had occurred, the air exploded inch by inch.

This kind of power is nothing more than a nuclear bomb explosion.

"So fast, what kind of speed magic is this?"

"Too bad, Junior Brother Liang is in danger."

"Junior Brother Liang, dodge quickly, dodge quickly."

Many Xuantianmen disciples were taken aback, including Jindan Daoist present, because when the wings vibrated, even they couldn't find Xia Ping's flight trajectory.

They just knew that Xia Ping suddenly appeared behind the Jindan Daoist. As for how he arrived, they were completely unclear, and even the divine sense could not perceive the traces of flight.

But they also immediately knew that Junior Brother Liang might be in danger if he showed such a big flaw.

Someone was so anxious that he immediately opened his mouth to warn.

"what happened?"

The hair of Jindan Daoist who was holding a spear stood up and his body trembled. His move was dodged by the enemy, and the enemy even came behind him. It was so unbelievable that he had no defense at all.

"Lightning Fist!"

There seemed to be thunder runes spinning in the depths of Xia Ping's pupils, every cell in his body was trembling, and the terrifying power of thunder quickly surged out from the depths of his body and gathered in his fists.

His right fist condensed countless thunder runes, forming formations of heaven and earth, as if there was a sea of ​​thunder in it, and endless thunder energy was brewing.

Boom!

This punch hit the past without any hesitation, and it landed firmly on the Jindan Daoist who was holding a spear. On the spot, his entire chest was pierced by fists, and the armor on his body was easily torn and shattered.

"ah!"

The real Xuantianmen Jindan let out a scream, and the terrifying thunder energy exploded. His body couldn't bear it at all, and it exploded like this, torn apart and turned into blood mist.

The spear in his hand also fell to the ground, smashing a deep hole.

A Jindan real person was punched to death like this!

"Brother Liang!"

Seeing that Jindan Daoist was beaten to death with a single punch, Rong Hang and the others screamed, their jaws were about to burst, their hearts exploded with rage, and they wished to tear Xia Ping's body to pieces.

Even when they were killed, they didn't expect that a majestic Jindan real person with tyrannical mana could be beaten to death by a real fire practitioner so easily.

Because things happened so fast, in a flash, even if they wanted to ask for help, it was too late.

Before, they doubted whether Xia Ping really had the strength to kill Jindan Daoist. Maybe they secretly attacked, poisoned, and resorted to all kinds of dirty and despicable methods. Maybe they would stop fighting head-on.

But now Xia Ping slapped them hard, and in an instant, he killed a Jindan Daoist, making it too late for them to rescue and suffered heavy losses.

Even if they want to regret it now, it's too late.

"You bastard, you dare to kill Junior Brother Liang!" Rong Hang gritted his teeth and stared at Xia Ping, "Do you know that this is a great crime? It is offending my Xuantian Sect. No one can save you."

He wished he could kill Xia Ping immediately, his heart was bleeding.

Because there are three Jindan real people who died in Xia Ping's hands, Chu Hen, Fang Zhengjiao, and now Junior Brother Liang.

These Jindan real people are all elite disciples of Xuantianmen, and it is unbearable to lose one of them.

But now three of them died, and they all died at the hands of the same person. One can imagine his anger now.

"Don't dare to kill?"

Xia Ping smiled: "Even if your ancestors of Xuantianmen came here, I would dare to kill them, thinking that the name of Xuantianmen can scare me, isn't this a joke?

This is the Misty Starfield, no matter how capable your ancestors are, how can you still reach in here? ! If you have the guts, let your ancestors step into the Misty Starfield to kill me, in case your Xuantianmen ancestors don’t have the guts. "

He looked at Rong Hang and the others with a half-smile.

"Arrogance! How dare you talk about a saint indiscriminately, you should be punished!"

Rong Hang was furious, the aborigine was so arrogant that even a saint dared to insult and make irresponsible remarks, even nine lives would not be enough to kill him.

"Capture this native!" A fiery Jindan real person roared, "If you dare to kill my Xuantian sect disciple and insult the ancestor, he is seeking his own death, no matter whether he goes to heaven or goes to earth, he will die."

"Catch him alive! Abolish his whole body's cultivation base, torture him day and night, make his life worse than death, so that he can comfort the dead souls of Junior Brother Liang and others, and avenge him."

"It's nothing more than an aboriginal, weak in power, and wants to yell in front of my Xuantianmen, and immediately smash him into thousands of pieces."

"Immediately deploy the Xuantian Wusheng Formation to suppress this bastard native!"

"Come on, let's fight together."

Many Xuantianmen disciples roared, all of them were furious, their eyes were red, and their murderous aura was boiling.

The remaining nine Jindan masters and thousands of Xuantianmen disciples joined forces to form a formation, and immediately the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, landslides and tsunamis, and the sun and the moon were darkened.

The vitality of the heavens and the earth with a radius of thousands of miles was swallowed up, and the mana was tumbling, constantly brewing, and immediately condensed a terrifying array of heaven and earth covering thousands of miles.

Lines of the formation emerged one after another, like the imprint of Tao, and the endless murderous aura in the depths of the void gathered in the center of the formation, constantly churning, brewing, and murderous.