Chapter 1489 The Strong One Attacks

Chapter 1489 The Strong One Attacks

At this time, Xiaoshan was holding a knife handle in his hand. Judging from the patterns on it, it was his proud spiritual knife "Blood Nether".

However, only the handle of this spiritual knife was left, and the blade was missing.

Moreover, Xiaoshan's body was covered with bloodstains, extending from the neck to the waist, each of which was several inches long, and there were bloodstains on the front and back, almost like a bloody man.

What was shocking was that these bloodstains were all glowing with a strange green light, which was clearly left by the shocking sword of the old man surnamed Yao.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Three consecutive "good" words seemed to be squeezed out from the teeth, full of gloomy anger.

"Your Excellency is powerful in Taoism, and Xiao's skills are not as good as yours. I admit that I am inferior to you, but you killed my men and destroyed my ship, and I will avenge this sooner or later! One day, I will definitely come to your door in person to wipe out the shame!" Xiaoshan said with a gloomy look in his eyes.

"Hahaha!"

"How can a defeated general talk about courage?"

"But since you are not convinced, come to me anytime, and I will accompany you to the end."

This time, the old man surnamed Yao laughed wildly, and said with contempt.

Xiaoshan's face was livid, but he didn't dare to say much.

Although the two sides were at the same level, the old man surnamed Yao's skills and magic were obviously better than his. If they really fought, Xiaoshan believed that even if he could escape, he would be seriously injured.

Although Xiaoshan's heart was full of murderous intent, he was not stupid. He would go back to study hard and practice hard, and then it would not be too late to take revenge!

"Don't be happy too early, even if you defeat me, Xiaoshan, it is not certain whether you can successfully reach Lingshan Island."

Xiaoshan sneered, looking at the merchant ship as if he meant something.

After speaking, Xiaoshan laughed loudly, sacrificed a magic weapon, and drove away.

The old man surnamed Yao frowned and looked back at Zhang Zhiyuan, who was confused and looked confused.

Looking at Xiaoshan's escaping back, the old man surnamed Yao had a gloomy face, but did not stop him.

Just then, a loud roar came from the front.

Xiaoshan's figure suddenly paused.

Then, he seemed to see something, his smile suddenly froze, and he showed an extremely terrified look.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a thunderous sound came out, and the old man surnamed Yao looked up in surprise, only to see a black shadow flashing in the white mist in front of him, with an extremely fast speed.

After seeing it clearly, it was actually a big hand, which slammed down on Xiaoshan's body.

Xiaoshan's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly activated the protective shield, but the spiritual power of this big hand was so strong that it slapped him on the body and the shield collapsed on the spot.

Then the giant hand flipped, and Xiaoshan's body was like a mud ball, which was easily strangled and suspended in the air without moving at all.

Zhang Zhiyuan and other mortals saw this scene, and a chill rushed to their heads.

The old man surnamed Yao also had his eyebrows twitching fiercely at this sudden change.

As a master of immortal cultivation, he could tell at a glance that the giant hand was the work of a cultivator with high cultivation.

Who on earth was so terrifying that he could suppress the fierce and evil Xiaoshan with just a wave of his hand?

The old man surnamed Yao immediately looked alert and clenched his cane to urge his spiritual power.

At this time, a sea ship slowly appeared in the white fog in front of him and stopped in the shattered wreckage of Xiaoshan and his party. The ship was shrouded in spiritual light, and a middle-aged man stood on the deck with his hands behind his back, looking at them indifferently.

"You... who are you?"

Xiaoshan looked at the middle-aged man in horror.

The other party had an elegant temperament and a gentle face. He looked like a teacher in a private school, but his eyes were so cold that they made people palpitate.

"A waste, not qualified to know my name."

The middle-aged man raised his hand indifferently without even looking at Xiaoshan.

"Boom!"

A powerful wave of air was emitted, and the big hand that bound Xiaoshan suddenly clenched.

"Ah!"

A shrill scream was heard, and Xiaoshan's eyes showed unprecedented horror, but the big hand had no intention of stopping. With a light squeeze, Xiaoshan was crushed into a ball of flesh, and his body was completely destroyed on the spot.

This vicious pirate who roamed the Wuzang Sea and was feared by everyone was directly crushed to death by someone like crushing an ant.

The old man surnamed Yao felt cold in his heart.

He believed that his cultivation was not inferior to Xiaoshan, but it was impossible for him to kill the other party so easily.

"A cultivator in the Spiritual Transformation Realm!"

The old man surnamed Yao looked at the middle-aged man, and his pupils shrank violently.

Judging from the power of the other party's attack, it was obvious that his realm had reached the Spiritual Transformation Realm and he had magical powers.

"This is just a mortal caravan, how could it attract a cultivator in the Spiritual Transformation Realm? Is there really something on this ship that attracted them?"

The old man surnamed Yao thought of Xiaoshan's previous words, and his heart was dark.

I was so unlucky to have encountered such a difficult caravan.

"No matter what is on this merchant ship, I am no match for the masters of the Spiritual Transformation Realm. There is more than one way to go to Lingshan Island. I'd better get away first and think of a way later."

The old man surnamed Yao's eyes flashed wildly, and then he slapped his cane and turned into a green rainbow and flew away.

Now he was no longer interested in tracking down what was on the ship. Facing the cultivators of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, he could not resist with his cultivation, so how could he stay and seek death?

But when he just flew up, his face suddenly changed.

The middle-aged man on the ship raised his mouth slightly, looked at him coldly, and raised his hand to grab in the air.

"An ant-like existence dares to escape in front of me, it's simply overestimating one's own ability."

After the faint words fell, the old man surnamed Yao only heard the sound of wind in the air, and a big hand appeared without warning, pressing down on his head.

This big hand was exactly the same as the one that killed Xiaoshan before. When the old man surnamed Yao saw this scene, his soul was almost gone, and his six spirits ascended to heaven.

His eyes were stern, and he suddenly hammered his chest, spraying a blood arrow on the cane.

"Puff" several light sounds were heard, and the green light in the cane shone brightly, and the green runes rose into the air, turning into a curtain to cover his figure.

The old man surnamed Yao controlled the green curtain, and his speed increased dramatically. He escaped dozens of feet away and escaped the suppression of the big hand.

"It turned out to be a mid-level innate spiritual treasure. No wonder it can defeat Xiaoshan."

The elegant middle-aged man's eyes flashed with surprise, but he was not too surprised. After a light laugh, he suddenly turned his palm and grabbed it.

Thunder and lightning intersected, and thousands of huge waves were raised on the sea. The old man surnamed Yao had just cast a spell to escape, and the spiritual power hand was behind him again in an instant.

He immediately cast a spell in a hurry, but it was useless. The big hand slapped the curtain on his body, and the green light was annihilated, and he was easily taken out of it.

"Plop!"

The elegant middle-aged man flicked his fingers lightly, and the sky was full of brilliance. The old man surnamed Yao screamed, and his body bounced back uncontrollably, hitting the deck of the merchant ship. The huge force of the tyrant broke through the bow for several feet.

He was really pressed to the ground and rubbed.

"Senior, spare my life!"

The old man surnamed Yao was pale and knelt down to beg for mercy.

Zhang Zhiyuan and a group of attendants saw this scene and froze there.

The moment before, the old man surnamed Yao defeated Xiaoshan with one blow and killed hundreds of pirates, looking majestic.

Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, the old man surnamed Yao knelt down and begged for mercy. The contrast between the two was so great that it was unbelievable.

"A mere Dao Foundation cultivator also wanted to escape from me. It's too naive." The elegant middle-aged man didn't look at the old man surnamed Yao for a second, as if he was just an insignificant ant in his eyes, and could be crushed to death at any time.

"Uncle Master, how to deal with these people?"

A young man who looked like a disciple bowed and asked.

"Uncle Master? Aren't they pirates?"

Zhang Zhiyuan heard the disciple's address to the elegant middle-aged man, and a trace of suspicion flashed in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak.

"Just a few mortals, take the things on the ship, and kill them." The elegant middle-aged waved his hand lightly.

"Huh?"

As he was speaking, the elegant man seemed to have discovered something, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He looked at a place on the ship and said coldly: "There are actually two little bugs in it, come out!"

Before he finished speaking, the elegant man suddenly raised his hand and chopped it down with a palm.

There was a loud rumbling sound, and the cabin was torn apart, revealing two figures inside.

A black-robed young man and a short and fat middle-aged man in a yellow robe.

It was Ye Chunyang and Yu Guzi.

But under the bombardment of the elegant middle-aged man's giant palm, the two were not only safe and sound, but the offensive of the elegant middle-aged man was quietly resolved.

The elegant middle-aged man's expression changed, and he stared at the two in surprise.

"I didn't expect that this mere mortal caravan would have so many cultivators guarding it, which is surprising."

Discovering that the two's realm was only perfect in the Dao Foundation Realm, the elegant middle-aged man quickly recovered his normal color and said contemptuously: "You two have some strength to be able to resist my magic power, but it's a pity that you are unlucky and got on this ship. You can only die here today."

Ye Chunyang looked up at the elegant middle-aged man and said lightly: "You talk too much nonsense. Get out within three breaths, otherwise none of you will survive today."

As soon as these words came out, the boat suddenly fell into a dead silence.

Zhang Zhiyuan opened his mouth wide, his face full of disbelief. Everyone had seen the magical power of this elegant middle-aged man. Even the old man surnamed Yao was suppressed by him. How dare he talk to him like this? Is he tired of living?

The old man surnamed Yao was also stunned for a while, and then woke up after a while, then looked at Ye Chunyang with a sarcastic look, and sneered: "How dare the boy say such arrogant words in front of the master of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, he simply doesn't know how to live or die!"

On the opposite boat, including the elegant middle-aged man, everyone was stunned, and then there was a burst of laughter.

"Boy, do you know what you are talking about?"

"With your mere cultivation of the perfect Dao Foundation Realm, you dare to talk to me like this. I am really curious, where do you get the confidence from?"

The elegant middle-aged man smiled lightly, but his eyes became increasingly cold and sharp, which made people shudder.

While speaking, his finger suddenly pointed in the air.

The spiritual light cut through the sky, and its power was even greater than the previous two big hands. It suddenly appeared in front of Ye Chunyang. Along the way, waves rose and surged, as if the end of the world had come.

"Senior Ye, be careful!"

Yu Guzi saw this and was shocked. He quickly slapped the purple gourd to block Ye Chunyang.

However, the power of the elegant middle-aged man's magic formula was so strong that he, a perfect cultivator in the foundation realm, could not resist it? Even though the purple gourd was a rare treasure left by the Netherworld Evil Clan, it was blasted and exploded on the spot, and the body trembled and retreated.

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