Chapter 1794 Eight Desolate Divine Fist

However, his request for help was still too slow. He only took two breaths, and the other two monks were knocked down by He Sheng with one punch, one punch, as if it was not a battle between cultivators, but an adult was fighting a child.

He Sheng blew his fist as if the meaning was still over.

The hook-nosed monk was shocked. At this moment, he realized how huge the real gap between him and He Sheng was. Su Qingzhu, who was watching the battle in front of the carriage, could not help but show a hint of brilliantness in his eyes. Even though these casual cultivators were not on the table, he had to win so easily against the enemy with bare hands, even she could only do it! It seems that He Sheng's strength in the past six months has really been greatly improved!

Of course, it was not only Su Qingzhu who cheered, but also Zhou Ling'er on the city tower. When she saw He Sheng, she was much better than half a year ago, her eyes were full of excitement.

Li Mu couldn't help but guess in his heart, was this man really here to help defend the city?

But he was just suspicious and had no intention of letting He Sheng and others in. After all, there was a royal city behind him, and he could not tolerate any mistakes.

At this time, although the remaining Eagle-Hook Nose monk was afraid of He Sheng's combat power, he knew that there was no way back at this time. All he had to do was to stop He Sheng and others before the reinforcements arrived. He took out a black pill and swallowed it without hesitation. This was the Spirit-Suppressing Pill rewarded by the second prince.

He originally wanted to break through to the fourth level of immortal spirit before taking it, but now he had to take it in advance if he wanted to hold He Sheng back. He has now made a very conviction that He Sheng and others are here to help the defender of the city. Isn’t that Li Mu’s daughter also in the carriage?

If he stops him, the second prince will definitely be rewarded.

If Li Mu's daughter was captured and used to threaten Li Mu, he would still be able to make him surrender, and he would be afraid of being a mouse. He Sheng did not take action at the first time. When he saw the Eagle-Hook Nose monk swallowing the Spirit-Suppressing Pill, he became interested and was not happy just now. If the Eagle-Hook Nose strength was improved, he could warm up.

Anyway, Su Qingzhu is in charge, so he has nothing to worry about.

When the Eagle-Hook Nose monk swallowed the Spirit-Supering Pill, he saw a stream of black air rolling surgingly from his three dantians. This situation was very similar to a sign of breaking through the realm, but it was a little different, because if he broke through with his own strength, in addition to his own spiritual power surge, the world would also resonate. There would be spiritual energy surging above his head, but at this time there was no spiritual energy surging.

But even so, the Eagle-Hooked Nose monk's own spiritual power has almost doubled. Li Mu saw this scene on the city tower and became more suspicious. If those people really accompanied He Sheng to act, this would be too great. He naturally knew the value of a spirit-raising pill. This was enough to arm an army of ten thousand people!

Zhou Ling'er was a little worried. Although she knew that He Sheng would not defeat this hook-nosed monk, the other party was indeed higher than He Sheng in spiritual power, and it was inevitable that He Sheng would not hurt him.

He Sheng was very disdainful. The other party was just entering the fourth level of the pseudo-immortal spirit. Although he surpassed him in spiritual power, it was like a pound of iron and two pounds of cotton head-on. Cotton had no chance of winning.

"ah!"

The eagle-hooked monk shouted loudly, raised the Guan sword in his hand and slashed at He Sheng. His move was not entirely powered. Although this Guan sword was just a medium-grade immortal weapon, it sucked countless evil spirits on the battlefield. He used his own spiritual power to exert the evil spirit on the Guan sword to the extreme. He saw that ten feet of the center were full of blood-red colors. The evil spirits from the sky formed a human-shaped corpse full of blood, like ghost soldiers from hell, rushing towards He Sheng without fear of death.

It's interesting. This move by the Eagle-Hook Nose monk has a bit of Zhou Yanzhao's Blood Evil Immortal Sword. But he underestimated He Sheng too much. He Sheng also rushed out with his sword and punching him. He learned this set of Eight Desolate Divine Fist and Cheng Daotian's boxing technique is different. Cheng Daotian's boxing technique is hard and soft, just like mixing the strong and softness of heaven and earth into the boxing technique at the same time. He Sheng's Eight Desolate Divine Fist is unconcealed and fierce.

It is a kind of fierce and fierce battle who meets gods and kills demons. As soon as the group of ghost soldiers in front of the sword touches He Sheng's fist, they all dissipate like wind blowing away the remaining clouds.

"kill!"

Although the Eagle-Hook Nose monk was shocked by He Sheng's dominance, his sword had approached He Sheng at this moment. At this moment, He Sheng was too late to dodge. Even if he continued this sword, even if he could not kill He Sheng, he would seriously injured him.

"Boy, do you think the disciples of Jiuling Taoist Academy are amazing?

I am not a vegetarian, but today I will use your blood to establish my reputation.”

In the eyes of the Eagle-Nose monk, He Sheng obviously underestimated the enemy too much, thinking that it was that simple that he could withstand his sword with his body?

His practice for more than 40 years was not for nothing.

When the Guan Dao was slashed from He Sheng's head, the eagle-hooked monk was overjoyed. He thought that He Sheng would use his life-escaping skills at a critical moment or used some kind of body-protecting immortal weapon to resist the sharpness of his Guan Dao, but He Sheng did not.

"Then go and die! Hahaha."

Zhou Ling'er and Li Mu who were watching the battle on the city tower all had a solemn expression. Zhou Ling'er was worried that something might happen to He Sheng, while Li Mu felt a little guilty. He finally believed that He Sheng was here to help them, because even though He Sheng was a monk, he would not use his life to act like this. Even if he continued to do this, he would not resist.

However, Su Qingzhu and Zhou Yanzhao were quite calm because they knew that He Sheng was not such a stupid person. They knew more or less some of He Sheng’s background. How could He Sheng really let this hook-nosed monk succeed?

Sure enough, when the Eagle-Hook Nose monk's Guan sword slashed from He Sheng's head, "Puff!"

The knife shut down actually fell into nothing. To be precise, He Sheng's figure disappeared instantly.

The eagle-nosed monk swallowed suddenly. How could he be? How could he be so fast?

He didn't believe that He Sheng could escape so quickly under the power of his sword, and even he could not even capture He Sheng's figure at all.

Suddenly he felt a chill on his back, as if he was being targeted by some danger. Just as he turned around and looked, He Sheng had already punched his chest.
Chapter completed!