Seeing the tragic death of Luojiu Youdu on the spot, those disciples of the East Pole Sword Sect trembled one by one, and their souls were frightened.

This Jiaolong is extremely fierce, even Senior Brother Luo Jiuyou is difficult to resist the claws of this Jiaolong, then even if they are all together, it is useless.

"Run!"

These disciples of the East Pole Sword Sect all had their eyes flashing, and all of a sudden, they all turned around and fled in all directions.

"Want to go?"

Jiaolong sneered again and again, it was fierce by nature, following Li Changkong during this time, witnessing Li Changkong killing all the way, it was even more contaminated with a powerful murderous aura, how could it be possible to let go of these disciples of the East Pole Sword Sect?

Hula!

Jiaolong's huge body roared out and chased after it directly, and the golden claws grabbed down, one at a time, extremely neat.

The people around were all dumbfounded, what kind of battle was this, it was simply a one-sided crushing, pure slaughter.

These disciples of the East Pole Sword Sect are too miserable!

At this moment, Li Changkong's eyes were cold, and he strode out, sweeping over the people around him one by one.

These people were all invited by Elder Mo Tian to come, I'm afraid, all of them have bad intentions, they are all people who should be killed!

Soon, his gaze fell on the middle-aged scribe Zhou Hao.

Among these people, this person is undoubtedly the happiest dancer, and once threatened in public that he would be killed by Mo Tian in one move.

Da-da-da-da!

Li Changkong strode out and walked towards the middle-aged scribe Zhou Hao.

"Huh?"

"Not good!"

"Li Changkong came over, what does he want to do?"

......

The people around the middle-aged scribe Zhou Hao turned pale one by one, their eyes were full of vigilance and horror, and bad thoughts flashed in their hearts.

As for the middle-aged scribe Zhou Hao, his face was even more pale, and his steps retreated again and again, and at the same time, he raised his head and shouted, "Li Changkong, what do you want?"

"Kill you!"

Li Changkong coldly spit out two words, and above his body, the murderous aura was awe-inspiring.

"Li Changkong, don't be too crazy, there are countless strong people here, who do you think you are, dare to be the enemy of everyone?"

Zhou Hao, a middle-aged scribe, felt the killing intent on Li Changkong's body, and couldn't help but turn more and more pale, he stepped back again and again, pointed at Li Changkong, and reprimanded him angrily.

"Hmph, you came here just to watch me die at the hands of Elder Mo Tian, in that case, why be polite with you?"

Li Changkong snorted coldly, this middle-aged scribe wanted to incite others to fight against him together!

But he has no fear at all, even if everyone joins forces, what about it?

In the Dead Sea, he was alone, fighting alone against the powerhouses of the Three Great Daotai realms, and more than 20 island owners, all of whom were at the ninefold peak realm of the Spirit Sea, and he was not afraid of that battle, what were these people?

If you want to fight, then fight, he doesn't mind, bury everyone, all here!

Above Li Changkong's body, there was a murderous and murderous aura, almost all of which were condensed as if they were substance.

"If you want to fight, I, Li Changkong, am happy to accompany you!"

The voice fell, loud and loud, and the spirit was surging.

Facing the rolling murderous aura on Li Changkong's body, the people present were stunned one by one, and they couldn't help but recall the powerful scene of Li Changkong killing Mo Tian just now, they couldn't help palpitating, no one dared to step forward.

At this moment, the middle-aged scribe Zhou Hao was even more bitter in his heart, with his strength, it was impossible for him to be Li Changkong's opponent.

Crash!

Li Changkong shot directly, he rushed out like lightning, the speed was amazing, and the naked eye couldn't catch his figure at all, so he appeared directly in front of Zhou Hao.

"What a speed!"

The people around saw Li Changkong's body like a ghost, and they couldn't help but shrink their pupils one by one, and their hearts were even more shocked.

And the middle-aged scribe Zhou Hao retreated sharply, he was in a hurry, and suddenly performed a powerful killing move, a long sword appeared in his hand, the sword body rotated, and then, suddenly stabbed out!

"Stir up the storm!"

Zhou Hao shouted, and suddenly, the sword light rotated sharply, forming an amazing air current, and the breath was surging.

This style of swordsmanship, and the sword whirlwind in the dragon martial arts swordsmanship, is actually seven points similar, with the same magic, and the power is not weak and underestimated.

It's a pity that Li Changkong at this moment is too powerful, it is simply a crushing momentum, he is not afraid, and he directly punches out!

"The sword in your hand that you used your fists to shake?"

At this moment, the middle-aged scribe saw that Li Changkong was actually shaking his sword light with his fist, and suddenly, his heart was overjoyed, this son, too light the enemy, how could the body of the flesh resist the extremely sharp sword light?

"Die!"

His confidence skyrocketed in an instant, no matter how strong the other party was, it was impossible to resist his sharp sword with flesh and blood.

However, the next moment, Li Changkong chuckled, and in his fist, the power of the dragon and tiger burst out, the mighty power, shaking the void, and the amazing power swept out.

Woohoo!

In the face of this absolute power, all the sword light was annihilated, even the sword in his hand was broken inch by inch and turned into scrap iron!

"No, how is that possible?"

Zhou Hao, a middle-aged scribe, was horrified, and his eyes were full of dead ashes.

Rumble!

The next moment, a powerful force erupted directly, and his body flew out like a kite with a broken string, unable to resist it at all, his flesh exploded, and blood splattered.

One punch to kill!

It's so neat!

The people present were all awe-inspiring in their hearts, this Li Changkong was too powerful to resist.

Those who had previously ridiculed Li Changkong, at this moment, they all lowered their heads, and they didn't dare to meet Li Changkong's gaze at all, for fear that they would be targeted by Li Changkong like Zhou Hao.

In today's situation, Li Changkong is simply sweeping, staring at the rhythm of who dies.

"Are you still staying here, are you going to fight with me Li Changkong?"

Li Changkong's eyes scanned, and in his words, he was domineering.

"No, no, the Holy Son is mighty, we wait, I definitely don't mean to offend the Holy Son!"

"Yes, Holy Son Mingjian, we are all just passing by. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, we're just passing by. ”

......

The people around, one by one, all shook their heads again and again, quickly denied it, nonsense, now, who dares to fight with this Holy Son?

I'm afraid that now in the entire Southern Regions, there are not many people who can fight with this Holy Son, and only the sect masters of the ten major sects may be able to fight with Li Changkong, after all, the sect masters of the ten major sects are all the existence of the Daotai realm.

Their cultivation is much stronger than Mo Tian, and the Daotai powerhouse is also the true foundation of the top ten sects, it is precisely because of the Daotai realm powerhouse that they can become the top ten sects!

(End of chapter)