Peng Miao confronted Su Jian.

There was murder in his eyes.

A teenager dares to be called the number one in the rivers and lakes?

His realm has broken through to the early stage of the war general, and he can be called the best among the outer disciples of the Blood Thunder Sect.

When he condensed his spiritual power, a purple-red spiritual mist rose behind him.

The red spiritual mist continued to distort and change, revealing all kinds of strange and hideous images.

One move will kill Su Jian!

Peng Miao was secretly ruthless.

"Let's decide whether we win or lose with one move, okay?" Unexpectedly, Su Jian made a request first.

"Hahaha! Do you still have a chance to lose?" Peng Miao laughed wildly.

He meant to want Su Jian to die, but once it was expressed, to others, it was as if Su Jian had won.

"If it's boring to win you with ordinary martial arts, I'm going to win you with a slap in the face," Su Jiandao said.

"Slap in the face, Lao Tzu has never heard of such a cheesy palm technique, suffer death, spicy chicken!" Peng Miao condensed a blood-colored big handprint, and was about to slap Su Jian with a palm.

"Wait!" Su Jian suddenly shouted, as if he had hit a thunderbolt out of thin air.

Damn! Can you not be surprised?

Peng Miao was shocked by this shout, and his heart was a little panicked.

The move that was about to be attacked was forcibly held back.

He couldn't help but be a little annoyed and angry.

"What the hell are you kid going to cheat the corpse?" Peng Miao scolded.

"Before fighting, I have something that I must explain clearly," Su Jian was not annoyed, and said calmly.

"Yes! If you have any last words, stay quickly! Lao Tzu is not the kind of beast who is not as good as an unreasonable person, so I will give you a little more time to live," Peng Miao spoke very chicly, not only like to scold others, but also like to scold himself.

Peng Pengfei frowned in the back, what kind of bastard is this?

"I want to ask, do you still need a helper? After all, there are many of you, so it doesn't matter if you go together," Su Jian said.

"I'll go! You spicy chicken is too underestimated! Not only does Lao Tzu not need a helper, he only needs one hand to beat you!" Peng Miao really turned his back with one hand and put on the demeanor of a grandmaster.

"Although you don't need a helper, but after all, your Lao Tzu is watching the battle from behind, if he sees you being beaten, how can he sit idly by?"

"I'll go!" you little bastard is really troublesome," Peng Miao swore impatiently with his finger to the sky, "If my father comes to help, he will be an old dog and an old bastard, okay?"

All the disciples of the Blood Thunder Sect changed color when they heard this.

This oath is too ruthless!

Peng Pengfei was so angry that his beard was raised high, he only felt that his chest was stuffy and he wanted to vomit blood.

Rebel!

Even if you are beaten up, the old man will not care about you.

"Okay! I believe you, you Blood Thunder Sect are all masters of status, and there must be a difference between talking and farting, please take action!" Su Jian smiled.

The disciples scolded this!

This kid's mouth is too bad.

They were all innocently shot.

"Thunder strike! Look at the palm!" Peng Miao couldn't hold back the urge to attack, and the blood-colored handprints condensed in the air.

The handprints were covered with golden lightning runes.

When the lightning rune burst out with a dazzling light, the roar of thunder suddenly erupted in the palm of the hand.

The terrifying power of thunder erupted.

Within a radius of more than ten zhang around Su Jian's body, it was covered by heavy thunder pressure, forming an insurmountable terrifying thunder domain.

Bang!

Peng seconds struck out with a palm.

The blood-colored handprint covered with golden thunder patterns slammed towards the top of Su Jian's head!

This palm is too heavy and too fast.

It really has the power of a landslide.

Everyone in the Blood Thunder Sect felt that Su Jian would definitely die.

Even Peng Pengfei twisted his beard and nodded frequently.

The son's trick has won his true heritage.

However, what surprised Peng Pengfei was that Su Jian faced Peng Miao's thunderous blow, and he actually talked and laughed without changing his face.

Where is this like a duel to the death?

It's all about a leisurely stroll.

The reason why Su Jian behaved so calmly was because there was probably no one in the heavens and the earth who was more familiar with the way of thunder and fire, and used it more carefully than him.

In his previous life, as the god of thunder and fire, he relied on these two realms to dominate the heavenly realm.

When he saw that the energy aura released by the disciples of the Blood Thunder Sect contained more or less the power of thunder, he couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart.

What is the difference between playing thunder in front of him and dying in front of Lei Gong?

Peng Second's thunderous blow, your energy is too small for him.

He stood there without moving, and all the power of thunder quickly disappeared from his body, and he absorbed it cleanly.

What's even more terrifying is that Peng Miao felt that the thunder power contained in his body was out of control in an instant, just like a river that had broken its embankment, and like a flock of birds returning to its nest, it was rumbled clean by Su Jian in an instant!

Peng Miao was completely blinded, only shocked and frightened by all this, but powerless at all.

Bang!

That is, with the power of thunder devoured from Peng Miao's body, Su Jian tore through the eighth shackle of the warrior realm in one fell swoop, and almost tore open the ninth shackle and broke through to the peak of the warrior realm.

Don't look at it, it's just a small breakthrough.

But Peng Miao was directly stimulated to activate the dormant thunder power in his body.

It's as if some sleeping memory has been awakened.

The imprint of a certain soul is activated.

made Su Jian feel a sense of absolute strength and self-confidence.

Even if he faces Peng Pengfei, a big master at the level of a general, he has the chance to win and is not afraid at all.

Bang Bang Bang ......

Several big mouths in a row, left and right bows slapped Peng Miao's face.

Beat him so that his mouth was full of teeth and blood, and he stood there crying wolf, as if he had been immobilized by Su Jian, and he didn't know how to dodge or escape.

The disciples of the Blood Thunder Sect who were watching the battle behind were noisy and noisy.

Some of them were cheering for Peng Miao, some were reminding him to cheer up, but no one reminded him to run.

Peng Pengfei is so angry!

You little bunnies, do you have to watch seconds being beaten to death to be happy?

He couldn't help but rush to help his son.

can think of Peng Miao's oath to the sky just now, and I feel that my old face is feverish.

If he makes a move, won't he become an old beast and an old pig and dog?

Peng Miao's body was firmly controlled by Su Jian at any time, but his consciousness was still quite clear.

And he had to come up with a way out while he was still conscious.

After all, Su Jian couldn't give him a long time to wake up.

Every slap made Venus fly in front of his eyes, and the whole world was spinning.

He was like the pride of the outer disciples of the Blood Thunder Sect, where had he suffered such setbacks and humiliation?

Before he even finished a move, he was pressed to the ground and rubbed wildly!

There are so many brothers and sisters behind him.

Dad is also watching from behind, I'm afraid he won't have the face to save him.

After all, he swore too hard!

His brain spun rapidly, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, a dark black poison talisman condensed in his palm.

The poison talisman was engraved with a little snowflake-like rune, and there was a hideous and open miserable white bead flower in the middle!