Fantasy, The Cultivation Base From The Previous Life Cannot Be Sealed

Sun Xiaokong slapped each other, without much effort at all, more than a dozen Song family guards were beaten to death.

He pointed at the young master of the Song family with his blood-stained fingers, and said with a sneer:

"Next, it's your turn."

The young master of the Song family panicked even more, and kept pushing and shoving the two people around him, repeatedly urging: "Come on, kill him!"

The two Four Apertures Opening Heaven Realm looked at each other, with a bit of fear already appearing in their eyes.

The mysterious young man in front of him is too murderous, even if the two of them combined are far inferior, if they really fight, they will probably end up dying on the spot.

"What are you two still doing, hurry up!"

"If you dare to disobey orders, you all know the methods of this young master..."

Hearing this, the two Song family guards looked at each other, seeing the fear in each other's eyes.

So he no longer hesitated.

With the Cultivation Base fully open, he headed straight for Sun Xiaokong without any hesitation.

However, their fate was the same as that of those people just now. Their heads were blown off after just one encounter, and they never even had a chance to fight back.

The young master of the Song family was scared out of his wits, no longer cared about his face, turned around and turned into a streamer soaring into the sky.

But Sun Xiaokong's speed was even faster, he chased after the young master of the Song family as soon as he moved, and slapped him from the sky with a backhand slap.

"Bang", the embarrassed figure smashed into the ground, gravel splashed, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

But this slap was obviously reserved, otherwise the young master of the Song family would definitely not be able to leave the whole body behind.

Not to mention that there is still one breath left to struggle.

"help me……"

The young master of the Song family struggled to crawl on the streets of the imperial city, dragging out a bloodstain several feet long from his broken body.

But no matter how much he asked for help, everyone around him would just watch with cold eyes, and no one would want to meddle in other people's grievances for no reason.

After all, the strength shown by the young man is already top-notch, comparable to the young masters of the four great long-lived families, and the ghost knows what great master is hidden behind him.

It is unwise to offend people hastily.

"Damn it! Didn't the embarrassing monster say that this kid only opened the three elephants? What's the matter with the four apertures reaching the sky!" The young master of the Yang family clenched his fists with a gloomy expression.

In this way, Cultivation Base is not weaker than him at all, and it is obviously three points better than him in terms of combat power.

This made him very unhappy.

The person beside him was shocked and innocent.

"I don't know, young master. According to the news from the monster, Sun Xiaokong is indeed in the Three-Phenomena Realm. Could it be that we have misidentified the person, or he has had a breakthrough recently..."

"Nonsense!" The young master of the Yang family scolded mercilessly, "It's only been less than ten days after all the fights, who can cross two big hurdles in a row, even the direct descendants of the real immortals can't do it! "

"Where is that embarrassing monster at this time? This young master will personally take care of this matter!"

However, the person next to him looked troubled.

"Reporting to the young master, the monster lost contact a few days ago, and his whereabouts are still unknown..."

"Then look for it! Find it!"

"yes……"

Just when the young master of the Yang family was furious, a sudden wave of coercion came overwhelming.

Immediately afterwards there was a burst of drinking.

"Who dares to hurt my own son? I'm tired of work!"

I saw a burly and strong man tearing through the void and coming, full of majesty and domineering.

"That's... Song Yuming!" Many people recognized the identity of the visitor at a glance. It was Song Yuming, the current head of the Song family.

His Cultivation Base has reached the peak of Dao Formation, and he is considered a not weak figure in the imperial city.

The corner of Sun Xiaokong's lips twitched, and he said in his heart, the young master is waiting for you, otherwise he wouldn't have let that kid down.

However, he did not choose to do it immediately.

The Cultivation Base of the Patriarch of the Song family is not weak, and his current Cultivation Base is obviously unbeatable.

"Son!" As soon as Song Yuming appeared, he immediately swooped down from mid-air and flew to the young master of the Song family.

The latter is obviously out of reach.

"Son, what's going on here! Who on earth could do this in the imperial city..." Song Yuming's eyes were bloodshot, Yazi was about to crack, and his voice began to tremble.

Obviously furious.

"It's him...Father, it's him!" The young master of the Song family tried his best and pointed in Sun Xiaokong's direction.

"Father, you have to decide for the child..."

At this point, the young master of the Song family seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he fell into a coma.

"Okay, okay, I'll make the decision for you as a father..." Song Yuming grabbed a stream of pure Magic power with his hands, wrapped his son around, and then slowly got up.

"Little bastard, you committed murder openly in broad daylight, causing my son to be seriously injured and dying. If I don't smash your body into thousands of pieces today, I, Song Yaoming, will be a father in vain!"

He shouted loudly, and his momentum went straight to Xiaohan, the eight main meridians in his body blew together, and countless branch meridians intertwined to form a natural formation, the chain of laws surrounded his body, and the Cultivation Base was even more penetrating.

Seeing this, the onlookers all showed horror on their faces, and unanimously retreated a lot to avoid suffering from the disaster of pond fish.

Sun Xiaokong also retreated a few steps, preaching calmly: "Old apprentice, go!"

"Yes, Master!" Standing at the end, Long Aotian didn't hesitate, and immediately rushed to the front, like an arrow that left the string, and went straight to Song Yuming.

The cyan Magic power wrapped the fist, and there was a faint sound of dragon chant.

Song Yuming shrank his eyes and pupils, not daring to be careless, and changed his handprints again and again. The monstrous Magic power instantly formed several light shields to block his body, like several mountains, pressing the void and trembling.

Unexpectedly, this level of defense is completely useless.

"Bang bang bang", the cyan fist print with the sound of the dragon's roar was unstoppable, smashing the Magic power mountain to pieces.

Unexpectedly, Song Yuming had no time to dodge, so he crossed his arms in front of him to resist.

"Pfft", the front half of his right arm was shattered, blood and flesh splashed all over Song Yuming's body.

Although the condition of the left arm was slightly better, it was also severely injured, distorted into an unbelievable shape, and was directly embedded on the breastbone. The scene was extremely bloody.

Song Yuming sprayed blood from his mouth and flew upside down, his legs were forced into the void, and two cracks plowed hundreds of feet before he managed to stabilize his figure.

He looked astonished, with a look of disbelief.

"Are you from the Dragon Clan?"

But Long Aotian didn't make any response, his face was extremely indifferent, he took advantage of the victory to pursue, and threw another dragon punch, blasting Song Yaoming into a bloody mist, not even leaving his soul behind.

Afterwards, he returned to behind Sun Xiaokong as if nothing had happened.

"Master, the disciple is fortunate to live up to his fate!"

Only then did the onlookers understand the mystery. It turned out that this silent and peerless murderer who could easily kill the peak of the Eight Meridian Dao Formation was actually the boy's apprentice.

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