The defensive seal on the chest of the Southern Witch Sect Witch God was condensed by the power of the demi-immortals in his body, just like a substance, which could resist gold and iron.

The golden sword stood on the talisman seal on the witch god's chest.

Although the talisman seal was hard, it was still cut open by the sword.

Snort!

The sword cut all the way, just like a knife cutting cowhide, although it was a bit laborious, it was still able to cut the cowhide all the way.

With a bang, the talisman seal on the chest of the Southern Witch Sect Witch God was completely shattered.

Seeing that the golden sword was about to cut into the chest of the Southern Witch Sect Witch God, the Southern Witch Sect Witch God hurriedly retreated.

Whew!

The sword slashed, and the eight sedan chairs and the eight walking corpses of the sedan chairs tended to be destroyed under this sword.

Looking at this scene, the witch god of the Southern Witch Sect, who had long since slipped away, fell into endless fear.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's sword is strong, it is too strong.

If he hadn't run fast and been killed by this sword, even if he had a half-immortal body and couldn't kill him, he would have to shed his skin.

The Southern Witch Sect Witch God stood proudly in mid-air, he pinched the magic trick, commanded thirty-six bronze armored corpses and seventy-two iron armored corpses, and surrounded and rushed towards Zhang Xiaoqiang.

"Old horseman, take your life to ......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored these bronze and iron armored corpses, his body exceeded the speed of the Boeing plane, and rushed towards the witch god of the Southern Witch Sect.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is a real immortal cultivator, and his speed is not much faster than that of a half-step immortal cultivator.

Before the Southern Witch Sect Witch God had time to dodge, Zhang Xiaoqiang had already approached.

Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his fist and smashed it into the chest of the Southern Witch Sect Witch God with a fierce punch.

"Boom ......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang's punch was amazingly fast and powerful, and the flickering fist exploded the air.

The body of the witch god of the Southern Witch Sect swelled, and the true qi of the whole body swelled.

"Bang!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang's punch smashed firmly into the chest of the Southern Witch Sect Witch God.

The body of the Southern Witch Sect Witch God flew out.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's fist was slightly sore.

The chest of the witch god of the Southern Witch Sect is as hard as iron.

Zhang Xiaoqiang secretly wondered, the Southern Witch Sect Witch God is also a half-immortal body, his body should not be so hard, unless he has cultivated some secret method of refining the body.

"Bang!"

At this moment, the shirt of the Southern Witch Sect Witch God exploded, and strips of rags flew in the air.

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that the body of the Southern Witch Sect Witch God was copper-colored, emitting a shining light.

"Boy, I've trained to be copper and iron, your fists are not hard enough, you can't hurt me......"

The Southern Witch Sect Witch God said proudly.

No matter how strong Zhang Xiaoqiang's strength is, the power of boxing is also limited, as long as Zhang Xiaoqiang does not use the strange and unpredictable flying sword, the witch god of the Southern Witch Sect is really not very afraid.

The Southern Witch Sect Witch God also has thirty-six bronze armored corpses and seventy-two iron-armored corpses as helpers, he knows that he can't fight hard with Zhang Xiaoqiang, so he thinks about dragging down Zhang Xiaoqiang's physical fitness, and when Zhang Xiaoqiang is exhausted, he will command the bronze armored corpse and the iron-armored corpse to besiege Zhang Xiaoqiang.

The plan of the Southern Witch Sect Witch God is very beautiful, but Zhang Xiaoqiang can't give him such an opportunity.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the copper-colored skin of the Southern Witch Sect Witch God, and he understood that this Southern Witch Sect Witch God had indeed cultivated an ancient body refining secret method.

His skin is copper-colored, hard as iron, and he really deserves the realm of copper skin and iron bones.

Although the body refining secret technique of the Southern Witch Sect Witch God is not as great as the Dragon Elephant Body Forging Technique of the white-clothed sword monk Long Haoran of Longma Temple, in fact, the body forging secret technique of the Southern Witch Sect Witch God is purer and more tempering the human body.

The skin of the Southern Witch Sect Witch God is like being watered with molten iron and copper water.

"Doesn't it hurt you?

Zhang Xiaoqiang smiled coldly, and his body once again rushed towards the Southern Witch Sect Witch God at supersonic speed.

"Click, click......"

The body of the witch god of the Southern Witch Sect swelled suddenly, and the copper-skinned and iron-like flesh swelled up, just like the superhero Hulk of the United States.

The witch god of the Southern Witch Sect also smashed at Zhang Xiaoqiang with a punch.

"Bang!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang's fist collided with the fist of the Southern Witch Sect Witch God, making an earth-shattering explosion.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's fist was sore, his mouth was numb, and his body flew out upside down with the force of the blow of the Southern Witch Sect Witch God.

After the physical body was strengthened, the Southern Witch Sect Witch God's physical attack became super powerful, and under this blow, he didn't have anything to do.

The Southern Witch Sect Witch God smiled evilly: "Boy, do you want to compete with me for strength, don't underestimate my demon body!"

"The Body of the Demons?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang shrugged his shoulders and said lightly.

"The flesh strengthening technique I practiced, called the Demon Alchemy Technique, I have cultivated into the body of the demon, even if the underground demon king comes out, I can surrender, you are just a mortal body, how can you fight with me?"

The Southern Witch Sect Witch God said proudly.

As the witch god of the Southern Witch Sect, he is proficient in witchcraft, spells and other evil methods, and has also cultivated a group of living dead, bronze armored corpses, and iron-armored corpses, which are not the most proud of him.

He was proud that he accidentally obtained the Demon Demon Alchemy Technique, and practiced the Demon Body, a person who cultivates the law practices the Demon Body, and the physical strength is as strong as the spell, which is the most difficult thing to deal with.

"It's just a body forging technique, and it's embarrassing to call it the body of the demon?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang shrugged his shoulders senselessly, and sneered: "The master is not a mortal, the master is an immortal cultivator, a human immortal, your dog's fart demon alchemy is vulnerable in front of the master!"

After speaking, Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed towards the Southern Witch Sect Witch God like a rocket, and smashed a punch into the chest of the Southern Witch Sect Witch God.

"It's a good time!" the Southern Witch Sect Witch God roared, and he also smashed Zhang Xiaoqiang with a punch.

The punch of the Southern Witch Sect Witch God, with an incomparable murderous aura, exploded in the air repeatedly, making a crackling sound.

His punch was more domineering than the power and momentum of the previous punch.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't mean to dodge at all, his speed was even faster, and he rushed towards the Southern Witch Sect Witch God.

In that instant, a golden protective light rose from Zhang Xiaoqiang's body, which was the power of the third-level Xuanhuang.

"Bang!"

The fist of the Southern Witch Sect Witch God was struck on Zhang Xiaoqiang's third-level Xuanhuang Power Protective Body Golden Mang.

At this time, Zhang Xiaoqiang's fist also slammed into the chest of the Southern Witch Sect Witch God in a daze.

The Southern Witch Sect Witch God puffed up his chest and met Zhang Xiaoqiang's fist.

With a thud, Zhang Xiaoqiang's fist struck the Southern Witch Sect's Witch God's copper-colored skin, which was as hard as iron.

Zhang Xiaoqiang held back the pain of his fist, and his fist flipped in an instant, and a palm was imprinted on the chest of the witch god of the Southern Witch Sect.

"Smack!" A thunderclap exploded in Zhang Xiaoqiang's palm.

When Zhang Xiaoqiang punched, he summoned the heavenly thunder.

When the fist flipped into a palm, the palm heavenly thunder exploded on the chest of the Southern Witch Sect Witch God.