Chapter 361: The powerful little marten

"Who are you from Kunlun?"

Ximen Qing's voice came from the woods, making it look unusually misty, making the old man unable to tell Ximen Qing's direction.

The old man frowned deeply and thought to himself that Ximen Qing had such profound skills, but then the old man smiled contemptuously. He was a middle-class master, could he not kill a little kid?

The old man held the sharp knife in both hands and then said coldly: "I am the sixth elder of Kunlun. I am the order of the head of the sect to assist the prince of the Song Dynasty. Ximen Qing, you intend to rebel and cause trouble to the court. Today I will kill you to eliminate future troubles! Don't you come out to die? If you are honest, I can still keep your entire body, otherwise, be careful of my Fierce Wind Knife and tear it to pieces!"

Ximen Qing immediately smiled, then jumped off the tree and stood in front of the old man.

Ximen Qing held the white marten and looked at the old man, and asked again: "It's Lao Liu, tsk, Kunlun is really a big deal. For Zhao Yunzhen, he actually sent ten masters to help him. Alas, it really makes me, a man who has a mother and has no father, envious! Why doesn't my master send some good dogs to help me?"

After saying that, Ximen Qing narrowed his eyes, turned into a cold knife, and shouted: "But it's a pity, such a good helper is about to go to see the King of Hell!"

When the old man heard this, he immediately smiled, then swirled his sharp knife in his hand with both hands, and then said hideously: "Ignorance child!"

After saying that, he kicked the ground with his feet and his body rushed towards him like a cobra.

Ximen Qing quickly retreated backwards, and at the same time, the white marten in his arms suddenly pounced on him and met the old man.

Seeing the cute white marten pounced on him, the old man was stunned for a moment, then he chopped the knife with his left hand, intending to cut the white marten in half. Just as the old man's knife was about to touch the white marten, the white marten disappeared and disappeared in front of the old man's eyes, clean.

The old man was stunned for a moment.

At this time, a white marten suddenly flashed on his left.

The white marten smiled and then scratched his left claw.

puff...

The seemingly weak little claws actually tore three long blood marks on the old man's left button, and the old man flew backwards, hitting the tree behind him and stopped, then fell to the ground and vomiting blood.

Ximen Qing was stunned and then ecstatic!

Although he knew that the white marten was fast and powerful, it was limited to that. Ximen Qing did not think that the small white marten could defeat the master! After all, the master was already the upper class of human warriors, and his martial arts and speed were not something that a small white marten could fight against, even if the white marten became a spirit.

But now it seems that Ximen Qing's belief is a big mistake. The White Diao is so powerful when facing a strong person. The speed as fast as lightning just now, even Ximen Qing can only capture the afterimage. It can be imagined how powerful the White Diao is.

After vomiting blood, the old man jumped up, and his face turned into a sauce. He was bullied by a little beast to such a mild state, so he was so old!

Thinking of this, he became even more angry, and then waved his swords with both hands, as fast as a strong wind, and then slashed towards the white marten.

Ah... The white marten patted his paws and then greeted him happily.

For it, it is so interesting to have such a good toy sparring training.

The white marten met the old man, then his body flashed and disappeared again. Then he appeared behind the old man and scratched his claws.

Swish, swish, swish... Suddenly, there were six blood marks behind the old man. The blood marks were so deep that they were almost bone-deep.

At this time, the old man was frightened. He looked at the white marten in front of him with a pale face and looked at the white marten in front of him with a paw that was showing his power, his mind full of disbelief.

How could there be such a powerful animal in this world? Is this still an animal? This is simply a monster!

Suddenly, the old man trembled all over and exclaimed: "Is this a monster that has become a spirit?!"

The old man is the elder Kunlun, so he naturally knows about monsters. No matter how powerful ordinary beasts are, they cannot harm the old man. Therefore, this white sable must be the rumored monster.

Understanding this, the old man's eyes changed completely.

He remembered a legend that it is said that only the emperor can subdue the arrogant monsters and take them for himself! What about Qin Emperor, and Emperor Wu of Han!

And now, Ximen Qing is the same.

Could it be that Ximen Qing is really the Lord of the True Dragon, and the world is really about to change? The Song Dynasty has really reached the end of the long river of history?

The old man was stunned and dared not think about it anymore. He didn't know that if the Song Dynasty really died and Ximen Qing really became the emperor, then Kunlun, as his enemy, would have to bear the anger...

The old man trembled and then gritted his teeth. Ximen Qing's murderous intent towards Ximen Qing became even stronger. Today, it is not counted whether you have monster protection or not, I will kill you to prevent future troubles!

"Ah..." The old man's eyes suddenly turned red, and his breath was stirring, like a crazy bull. He ignored his injuries and planned to drag Ximen Qing to death by suicide.

The old man's swords were like the wind and rushed to Ximen Qing.

At this time, Bai Diao wanted to take action again, but was stopped by Ximen Qing.

"Little Diao, step back, it's time for me to have fun now!"

"Ah..." Bai Diao jumped for a moment, stretched out her fist at Ximen Qing, and then jumped onto the tree with a humming huff.

The old man rushed to Ximen Qing, and his swords swept through the big tree like a hurricane, like the waterfall that fell from the sky: "Boy, die!"

Ximen Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, and then his breath was breathing, and the energy in his chest and abdomen was surging. Then the Arhat fist rolled out, just like an Arhat came to the world, with one punch compassion, one punch subduing the demon, and one punch for eternity!

Boom boom boom...

In the old man's incredible situation, Ximen Qing's fist hit his sharp knife, making his hands tremble, and his swords almost escaped. But he could not fight back at all, and could only watch Ximen Qing punch every punch.

Ximen Qing's fist was too fast, too fierce, and too powerful. He felt like a lonely boat in the rainstorm, and he could only persist and wait for death to come.

Ximen Qing fought harder and harder, then he pushed his fists directly on the old man's chest.

Puff... The old man vomited three liters of blood, then flew backwards, directly breaking a tree, and then landed on the ground.

"The ribs are broken, the heart is burst, and the death time is after five breaths. It's done!" Ximen Qing patted his hands and looked at the old man and laughed.

The old man opened his eyes and murmured to himself: "The monster... the master's realm... the heavens die, my Kun..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man lost all his breath and died with his eyes closed.

Then, Ximen Qing hugged the white marten and came to the old man for searching. After whispering for a while, he couldn't find anything valuable.

Finally, Ximen Qing rubbed his eyebrows and thought to himself that it seemed that the days ahead would not be peaceful...

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