Great Primordial: Apprentice Western Buddhism, Are You Crazy!

Daoist Huang Long gritted his teeth.

"Ok?"

While running, Su Heng suddenly stopped.

A hundred meters ahead, there is a lake.

By the lake, the willows are swaying, and the clear waves are vast.

"Little bastard, your time of death has arrived!"

Daoist Huang Long narrowed his eyes, revealing a ferocious murderous intent.

"Your sword intent is really good, but unfortunately, it's too weak."

Su Heng glanced at him coldly and shook his head:

"Break it!"

Accompanied by Su Heng's low shout, the Grand Dao in his body surged crazily.

Immediately afterwards, a group of bright silver lights bloomed, illuminating the night!

Su Heng jumped up, leaped tens of meters into the air, and slapped Daoist Huang Long with his palm.

"Boom!"

The silver light exploded like fireworks.

"Pfft!"

Daoist Huang Long let out a scream, and was severely injured by this silver light palm print, and he spit out a pool of blood from his mouth.

His internal organs seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, causing severe pain.

There was a look of horror on his face, he couldn't imagine that Su Heng's Grand Dao was so terrifying!

"Whoosh!"

Su Heng showed no mercy, struck while the iron was hot, and pointed out.

At this moment, his fingertips condensed a dazzling brilliance.

This finger contains terrifying and destructive energy.

"..."

Feeling the destructive power contained in this finger, Daoist Huang Long was so frightened that all his souls froze and his face turned pale.

He desperately called all the Grand Dao, and swung his sword with all his strength to chop them off.

"Clang!"

Jianguang collided with silver light.

The two stalemate for a while, and then, the silver light shattered, and the sword light continued to stab Su Heng's chest.

"Humph."

Su Heng raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"Crack!"

He slapped out with a palm, grasping the sword's edge accurately.

"Clang!*

The sword body trembled violently, and then cracked inch by inch, turning into pieces.

Daoist Huang Long only felt a sweetness in his throat, and spit out a big mouthful of blood, his face was full of astonishment and bewilderment.

The sword just now was a sword art he used with all his strength. Enough to kill a half-step Pseudo Saint, but was shattered by Su Heng's slap?

He couldn't believe it!

"It's just some crude swordsmanship."

Su Heng shook his head:

"You kind of rubbish, how can you be called a fairy?"

As he spoke, he raised his leg and kicked.

"Crack!"

Daoist Huang Long was kicked several feet away and fell to the ground with broken bones.

He struggled to get up from the ground and looked at Su Heng with deep resentment and remorse.

He knows that he has lost!

He thought that he had already overestimated Su Heng, but he still underestimated Su Heng's terrifying strength.

This is not a level of opponent at all.

". "What kind of monster are you?"

Daoist Huang Long's face was terrified and unbelievable.

A mid-stage Golden Immortal of Primordial Chaos, with only physical strength, pushed him to such a point in Pseudo Saint peak.

This degree of physical strength has already surpassed his cognition.

"I once beheaded a Pseudo Saint peak."

Su Heng looked calm and said lightly.

He said word by word: "And you - you are not worthy of a soldier!"

"DE...

Daoist Huang Long (耀赵) took a deep breath, turned his head and left, no longer caring about his anger.

"Want to go? It's late!"

Su Heng snorted coldly, stepped forward, and quickly chased after him.

Soon, the two left the mountains and entered a big river.

"Little bastard, don't you try to stop me!"

Daoist Huang Long gritted his teeth and tried his best to control the flying sword.

The flying sword turned into a stream of light, leading him back and forth at high speed.

This flying sword is of good quality, and it is his favorite. Its power is far beyond that of ordinary magical weapons, and its speed is extremely fast. .