Zhang Yang looked at the flying sword quickly, and he couldn't do any movement. He just used all his magic power as a guide and was about to call the power of the stars to destroy Xiaosha with one blow, but he didn't expect the other party to see through it in an instant. Now Xiaosha was rushing to launch it while he was cohesive, and he could only obey the destiny.

"Bang." Seeing that the small sword was about to chop Zhang Yang's forehead, the white tiger suddenly jumped up and grabbed it and lined up the sword body. The small sword was shaken and suddenly turned around and slashed at the white tiger with one sword. The white tiger had no choice but to rush to resist, but was stabbed in the palm of a sword. It roared and bit the hilt of the sword.

"Hahaha... You deserve to be called Baihu. Without the help of killing aura, even if you bite your teeth all over your mouth, you can't bite my sword."

"The tiger is the king of all beasts, especially the white tiger. It is born by the killing of heaven and earth. Killing for the sake of killing is the way." He looked careless and could not see the furious look just now. He habitually touched his big bald head and smiled contemptuously: "A tiger that does not kill is a joke. In this world, if you don't kill others, others will kill you. He is just kind, just pushing himself to the cliff."

"Come on, let Master Buddha play with you with my fists." Xiaosha stretched out her hand and made a provocative move towards the White Tiger.

"Roar." Baihu spit out the hilt of the sword in his mouth, roared to the sky, and rushed towards Xiaosha. Xiaosha did not dodge or dodge, and directly caught Baihu's claws with both hands. With force, he directly pressed the Baihu to the ground, then lowered his bald head and directly hit the Baihu's forehead.

"Bang." The sound came, Xiaosha's face looked a little ferocious. He laughed loudly, his head kept hitting the white tiger, and kept saying: "Hahaha, the tiger bone is just so strong, but it's your Buddha's bald head tough."

The white tiger was very embarrassed by the series of impacts. Its forehead was already slowly oozing out blood. After waiting for the cool bald head to hit it again, its neck tilted, opened its mouth wide, and bit the bald head.

"I'll go. Although Buddha's bald head is very tough, I won't grind your teeth." Xiaosha retreated, lifted the white tiger with one hand, and then started the left and right. The poor white tiger, for so many years, except for the instinctive experience of predation before the Zhijie was opened, the rest were strictly controlled by himself and had never eaten meat. How could he argue with others? When it comes to fighting, he was even more like an idiot, and was thrown by Xiaosha at the moment.

Xiaosha looked at the two big pits around her with pride, and said with a smile: "I can't eat vegetarian food, but you can't fight." After that, he threw the white tiger forward. The white tiger was thrown by him and rushed straight towards Zhang Yang. At this time, the light on Zhang Yang's face became more and more obvious. He stretched out his hand again and pointed into the air. A dazzling white light shot from the sky.

"Damn." Xiaosha shouted, looking at the light in the air, he began to laugh again, not knowing where he took an ancient bell-like thing and covered himself. The golden light on the ancient bell flashed, layer after layer, boundless Sanskrit sound came out, and the white light in the air fell on it as if it had been melted, and the white gradually turned golden. The golden yellow on the ancient bell became thicker and thicker, until the white light in the air completely disappeared.

"Ahha." Xiaosha put away the ancient bell, jumped up, looked at Zhang Yang who had become a fallen gourd, and laughed: "Boy, is your Buddha so easy to bully? It's only two rounds, and you're like this, it's not a bit challenging."

Xiaosha walked to Zhang Yang with no grace, and did not care about the other party's eyes that could poke him to death. He kicked Zhang Yang's lower abdomen and looked at the other party's arched together, he burst into laughter for no reason: "Hahaha, this time... there is no challenge, no challenge."

"Is that true?" Just as Xiaosha laughed, a word suddenly came from behind him, "Then how about we play?"

Xiaosha turned his head quickly and saw a pretty man standing behind him at some point. The man looked at him calmly, but the anger in his eyes could not be concealed. The man moved his body and had one hand directly grabbed Xiaosha's neck. His palm slowly exerted force, and the feeling of suffocation came. Xiaosha blushed and smiled. He forced out his throat and said, "Hehe... what kind of hero is he hurting people behind him."

"Why am I a hero?" The man laughed contemptuously, and the force of his palm was retracted, and then threw Xiaosha into the pit that was smashed by the white tiger. He walked to Zhang Yang's side and reached Zhang Yang's eyebrows with one hand. The light on his hand flashed and stopped.

Looking at Zhang Yang's slowly opening eyes, the man's eyes slightly restrained. He turned his head and said to Xiaosha: "For the sake of the waiter, I will spare you once today. Should you get out by yourself or do I do it."

He crawled out of the pit in a daze, spitted a few times one after another, and was about to speak, but he heard a sensation from behind him. "For the sake of the waiter, I will spare you once today. Should you get out by yourself or do I do it?"

The words that the man used to humiliate and behaved were sent back intact. The man looked intently, with no trace of pride in his eyes, and the anger just now disappeared. He bowed to the place where the words were heard and said respectfully: "I don't know that my elder brother is really disrespectful."

"There is nothing to be respectful or respectful." In the void behind Xiaosha, an old Taoist priest walked out with his dark beard and pale hair. He looked at the man and glanced at the four sides, and then said: "Tianchen, this is not the place you should come. Go back. I think I haven't seen it this time. If there is another time, I will never stop until I die."

Tian Chen bowed again, chuckled a few times, and said to the old Taoist: "Brother doesn't like me to appear here. I should have left, but this time I'm unreasonable."

"So, are you not going to leave?" The old Taoist pulled someone out from behind, pointed at Zhang Yang with his hand, and said, "Mingyue, go and have a look."

Ignoring Tian Chen's cautious look, the man slowly walked towards Zhang Yang, sat down gently beside Zhang Yang, and reached Zhang Yang's pulse with one hand. Shao Shi said: "It should be nothing big, it's just that the true energy in the body is used excessively and is now weak."

"Yeah." The old Taoist nodded, and saw the man taking out a bottle from his arms and pouring it into Changyang's mouth. He pretended that he didn't see it, and then pointed at Tianchen and said, "Are you leaving or fighting?"

"War." Decisive words came from Tianchen's mouth. He fisted with his right hand and slowly sent it to the old Taoist. A huge tearing sound came from his fist. The old Taoist also waved his hand and pushed his palm at an extremely slow speed. When the palms and fists intersected, a hurricane suddenly blew around him, and the fallen leaves began to dance all over the sky. After the dullness, Tianchen finally couldn't stand it. He vomited blood and a clear palm print appeared on his chest.
Chapter completed!