Chapter 1179： Unparalleled in the world

"Young Master Ling Xiao, do you really want to compete with me for physical strength?"

Wang Yan looked at Ling Xiao in surprise, a hint of doubt clustered between his eyebrows.

He couldn't figure it out.

Is this young Ling clan master really arrogant or... eternal talent?

As everyone knows, this way of immortality is so complicated that it will not be able to reach the limit after all.

Therefore, some people cultivate swords, some cultivate their bodies, and some cultivate their souls.

Throughout the ages, those who truly stand on the top of the sky have all repaired one of the paths to the top, called the emperor flying immortal, and crossed eight obstacles.

You may have heard of the sword immortal, thunder Emperor, piano demon, and flame god.

Ling Xiao's fame lies in his righteousness and Qing Feng in his hands.

As for the physical body... it's not that Wang Yan is arrogant, with blue eyes, there is no one who can compare with him.

"Scared?"

Ling Xiao smiled lightly, his black clothes floated, and his own fairy tales flowed, and he was unparalleled handsome.

He was standing there, but like a scorching sun in the sky, with a bright moon and a star, dazzling people.

Even! !

Even the hint of joke at the corner of his mouth was filled with a clean, gentle and evil smell.

No, no, no, how can the son be called evil, but it feels a bit... bad! !

Loved love!

"Afraid?"

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled, his face suddenly flashed with a strong sense of warfare, "I'm just afraid that if I make a move, it will hurt the young master and cause disaster."

"I said, I Ling Xiao, I never bully others, I have a fair contest, life and death are up to my fate."

Ling Xiao said indifferently, her eyes were full of coldness.

If Wang Yan doesn't try his best, how can he reap his name justifiably?

Although this Lijue didn't have much luck, Fury Road was still very good.

Nowadays, there is an ancient clock shackled by the immortal demon, and Ling Xiao can't use the power of the demon at will for the time being.

But whether it's the Taoist Rule of Extinguishing the World, or the Nine Kinds of Zhutian of the Primordial Ancient Times, they will all be his support for defeating immortals in the future.

No matter how small the leek is, it is also an opportunity for breakthrough!

"What a life and death! Everyone has heard that, I and the son are in a fair contest today, and I hope you all will be your testimony!"

Wang Yan stepped forward and stood in front of Ling Xiao, "Young Master! Offended!!"

When the words fell, Wang Yan didn't hesitate anymore, stepping out in one step, the hegemony all over his body suddenly fell.

I saw above the void, layers of ripples suddenly appeared.

Unmatched general trends, such as the gods descending from the sky and the meteorite hanging westward, confine the heaven and the earth, and obliterate the immortal way.

The entire hall was shattered, and the force visible to the naked eye was tearing apart the space and falling towards Ling Xiao.

Obviously, with this punch, Wang Yan exerted his full strength, and this pure physical strength had no flaws at all.

If you block, you are the winner, otherwise you will lose.

Just! !

Facing Wang Yan's figure falling from the sky and the fist mark the size of a human head, Ling Xiao didn't have a trace of panic on his face.

Immediately, in the shocking gazes of Tianjiao from the clans, he calmly stretched out a palm, clenched it into a fist, and wanted to collide with Wang Yan head-on.

"The son..."

The pretty faces of Hua Mingxi and Yaoguang condensed slightly, and there was a hint of worry in their eyes.

Although Ling Xiao's strength is well known by all the blue sky, but in terms of physical strength alone, even a person of sequence, I am afraid that it will not be comparable to this strength.

"Boom!!"

When everyone's faces were complex and worried, they saw Wang Yan's fist marks and finally collided with Ling Xiao.

"Crack!"

Even! !

Before everyone could react, they saw that the strong wind waved up the young man dressed in black and three thousand hairs.

But his figure never took a step back.

The piercing sound of shattering sounded clearly in everyone's ears, and even some timid and proud women had closed their eyes unconsciously, for fear of seeing the scene where the son was shattered by a punch.

Smoke rises, charming eyes.

The whole hall fell into a weird silence.

"Smashed to pieces!!"

After a while, the layers of smoke dissipated, and suddenly there was an exclamation from the crowd.

Then! !

Everyone was stunned to see that the two figures still maintained their talents.

It's just that Wang Yan, who stood in the air, suddenly began to crumble from the place of his arm.

In just a breath of time, this enchanting villain in the Tianque Mansion, who resounded through the blue sky and was powerful, was actually broken into flesh and blood.

The blood mist rises, and a strong **** breath blows on his face.

Everyone's eyes widened, their expressions dull, and they fell into a long-lasting shock.

Only for a moment, everyone had never noticed a trace of spiritual power fluctuations.

In other words, the collision between the two is entirely a collision of physical strength.

But even so, Young Master Ling Xiao still won.

Not surprisingly, the wind is light and the clouds are calm.

With one punch, Wang Lijueyan, who was known for his physical strength, was shattered.

"Guru."

After a while, there were bursts of saliva swallowing in the hall.

Ling Xiao walked up to Hua Mingxi, held the three thousand mustaches in his hand, and said in a cold voice, "I will keep this sword for the time being."

"Wait a minute!"

However, just as everyone thought that this feast came to an end, a soft drink came from the crowd again.

Zhao Badou, the descendant of Wen Shengxian Palace, suddenly got up and looked towards Ling Xiao.

"Huh?"

Ling Xiao raised his brows lightly, but there was a smile on his face.

"The son is righteous and admired by Badou, but Badou believes that the sword is the gentleman of the soldiers, and the three thousand mustaches are also a famous sword in the world. If you want to hold this sword, force alone is afraid that it will not be enough to convince the public."

"Oh? Brother Zhao meant..."

Ling Xiao smiled, but already understood what Zhao Badou intended.

With the combat power he had just shown, these so-called Tianjiao evildoers did not dare to have the heart to fight anymore.

However, Wensheng Immortal Palace enters Taoism by writing. This Zhao Badou is also known as the reincarnation of Wensheng, and his temperament must be high.

Today Ling Xiao is in the limelight, covering all directions, and it is inevitable that no one will want to step on him and achieve the holy name of heaven and earth.

What's more, the literati and inexperienced people are more concerned about the spread of talents through the ages.

The world’s admiration, also known as aspiration, can lead to immortality!

"It is said that in the past, the Emperor Xuanyuan's blood sealed the sky, the **** of war cuts down the immortals, and established the foundation for the human race, but...In addition to the righteousness in his heart and the fighting power against the sky, it is said that the emperor is incomparable. There is such a talent."

Zhao Badou looked indifferent and he was sour and rotten.

"A poem?"

Hua Mingxi's eyebrows clustered lightly, just about to open her mouth to help Ling Xiao, but when she saw the latter shook her head and smiled, she seemed to laugh at herself.

"How can Ling Mou stand shoulder to shoulder with Human Sovereign, but it's nothing more than praise from fellow Daoist Qingcang."

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Zhao Badou frowned slightly, his eyes seemed to be surprised.

For the Excalibur, he doesn't care much.

It's just that as a descendant of Wensheng Palace, what he has been fascinated by since he was a child is all the pioneering actions of the sages of the human race.

The emperor of the world, such a reputation is too absurd, he does not allow the world to be so despised of the emperor of Xuanyuan!

Even if Ling Xiao's background is supreme and the immortal posture is outstanding, he does not care, although he does not regret it, this is the character of the literati, also called...sour!

Shut up! !

Can literati affairs be called provocation?

This is called Yiwen Huiyou!

Gan!

"No matter, Ling Mou is not talented, but this sword has a lot to do with it, and it can only be a show of ugliness."

Just when everyone thought that Ling Xiao was going to compromise, they saw his face suddenly showing tenderness, "Xianhuang has a beautiful woman, and he is independent from the world. If you look at Qingrencheng, and then look for Qingren country, I don’t know. The beauty of the city and the country is hard to find again."

"Boom!!"

Endless fairy rhyme, quietly ups and downs.

At this time, everyone's expressions became shocked and dull again.

Especially the black-clothed, melancholy young man in front of him, like a wisp of attachment, deeply pierced into the hearts of the world.

Fairy Phoenix? Gu? Beautiful woman? Allure?

Suddenly, there was a proud girl with black eyes, and she passed out on the spot, and the body of the proud girl trembled, and the heart trembled.

How affectionate is it to chant this famous saying! !

Young Master Ling Xiao, you...unparalleled in the world! !