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Five-in-one.

The fragments were assembled like building blocks, forming a half-mountain-high armored man in front of the master and apprentice, and the spiritual energy at the junction was sticky and extremely strong.

"Sage Realm!" the old man swallowed unconsciously.

Li Fengan put down his hand, his expression remained the same.

"Give me a reaction!" the old man pushed Li Fengan.

The corners of Li Fengan's mouth rose: "The walking dead, no matter how high the realm is, without the blessing of the state of mind, it is still a piece of scrap iron." "

Old man: ......

He Li Fengan is a saint, of course he can say it so easily and beautifully.

In fact, even without the blessing of the state of mind, the armored man of the saint realm in front of him can still knock the old man into a pulp of flesh with his hands.

Li Fengan took the lead and hit the armor man in the chest with a heavy punch.

'Hum!'

The piercing sound wave scattered from the junction between the two of them, shaking the entire barrier.

The old man took two steps back, his expression trembled, his mouth closed, and he used the back of his hand to wipe away the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Damn the saint realm!

Immortals fight, mortals suffer.

Flipping two times and returning to the same place, Li Fengan stretched out his arm and shook it: "It seems that the matter of finding a weapon cannot be delayed." The

old man swallowed the blood and quipped: "Why didn't you want to ask your daughter-in-law to find you a handful before?"

Li Fengan glanced at the old man and turned around: "I forgot." "

You don't pull your hands, you don't hug your waist, you don't kiss your mouth, you don't go to bed, what the hell can you do?" the old man complained.

"I'm sanctified. Li Fengan replied lightly.

The old man spread his hands: "What's the use?"

Li Fengan stared at the old man, and then sighed: "It's really useless." "

Master, do you want me to come out and help?" said the mandrill in the gossip bag.

The half-saint of the mountain spirit beast is enough to compare with the saint realm of the human race.

The premise is in the Dharma Realm.

At this time, if the mandrill is released, with its combat effectiveness, it is not as good as the old man.

"No, just hide. Li Fengan stepped out again, and the aura was released on the tip of his fist.

At the same time, the armor man also threw a punch.

'Bang!'

The two fists collided, and the aftermath turned all the buildings halfway up the mountain upside down, and a good Wudang became a dilapidated appearance in an instant.

Li Fengan is fine.

The armor man is also fine.

"Boy, if you don't brag about it, you can die, and a pile of scrap iron!" the old man poured cold water on the side.

Li Fengan was also surprised.

It stands to reason that without the blessing of the state of mind, no matter how powerful a Saint Realm item is, it is impossible for it to have this ability.

"Look at his forehead!" the old man reminded.

Li Fengan raised his head and found the answer.

Zhang Shan.

A corpse was embedded in the armoured man's forehead.

It is the veritable saint of Wudang, Zhang Shan.

At that time, Wudang was slaughtered, Zhang Shan was designed, and he played a game of adjusting the tiger to leave the mountain, and then no one knew where he went, but he didn't expect that he would be a corpse when he said goodbye.

A living saint

, who died like this, was made into a supply puppet for the armored man.

Li Fengan couldn't think of the entire Great Xia, or even the entire Blue Star, who had this kind of ability.

There were many doubts in my chest, but fortunately I found an answer.

With Zhang Shan's state of mind blessing as a guarantee, the reason why the armor man in front of him is so powerful can be found.

However, Li Fengan did not feel any fear because of this.

The big deal is saint to saint.

If there is no innate suppression, then it can only be based on skill and strength.

In the next second, I saw the armor man twist his waist and chisel through another mountain peak next to Wudang Mountain with a punch, and in the rubble, the armor man pulled out his hand and had an extra blade in his hand.

The master and apprentice have black faces.

Don't talk about martial arts!

The armor attached to the armor itself is an ancient holy relic, King Kong is not bad, and now there is a heavy sword blessing, and the combat power has soared more than a little bit.

Li Fengan let out a long sigh: "It seems that it is really useless to enter the sainthood, I knew that I would really ask her for a weapon." "

Tell me, what great things you can do!" The old man glanced at Li Fengan, but his body put on a fighting posture very sincerely.

Just now when the gods were fighting, he could watch the fire from the other side, but now that Li Fengan has been crushed, he has to do it.

He wants to tell the kid, in the past, my old man could protect you, and now he can, don't think that if you become a saint, you can brag with his old man, Lao Tzu is your master for one day, and he will be your master for the rest of his life

! Jiang, it has to be old and spicy!

The old man lunged forward and said, "Boy, take a good look." Then the old man flew out, and the aura around him burst out.

And then flew back.

The old man who fell to the ground covered his chest, waved his hand and said, "Go, don't look, Lao Tzu can't beat him."

Li Fengan didn't have any contempt in his eyes, he couldn't beat it, there was nothing to laugh at.

"Let's borrow something from my grandfather and use it. Li Fengan raised his hand, and the dust flew back from the foot of the mountain and fell into his hand.

The old man's eyes widened: "Dare! Fucking loser, that's a 'king' level magic weapon! You can't afford to pay for it!"

"I'm the next leader." Li Fengan's words made the old man speechless.

Li Fengan held the dust whisk in his right hand, and his left hand followed a wisp of hair, and the originally soft dust whisk became a temporary sword blade.

The armored man swung his heavy sword, and the wind blew.

Li Fengan gathered the soles of his feet, tensed his body and exerted his strength, and with a 'bang' sound, it shot out like a cannonball, pointing directly at Zhang Shan's corpse.

As long as there is no such supply, the armor man is not worth mentioning in front of Li Fengan.

Unexpectedly, the armor man had already taken precautions, raised his sword and guarded Zhang Shan.

The dust and the heavy sword collided, and there was another wave of strong qi, which reversed the originally flipped building, and the old man spat out a mouthful of blood again.

"If this continues, Lao Tzu will have to die of excessive blood loss. The old man raised his hand to wipe it off, his expression ugly.

Li Fengan did not just retreat, turned over and jumped up with the help of the blade, and then pointed at the 'supply'.

The armored man took a half-step back, dodged the attack, and then threw a punch, Li Feng'an crossed his arms in front of him, and his body retreated, plowing a bottomless ravine on the road paved with stone slabs.

Li Fengan stomped his numb feet, and broke a few hairs on the dust.

The old man looked distressed, and scolded: "Loser, loser

!" "Come again!" Li Fengan roared out again with the dust in his hand.

"Damn it, be careful!" shouted the old man from behind.

Li Feng'an rushed ~ On the way to stab, the soles of his feet shook more than a dozen stone slabs, swept the dust, and the stone slabs flew out like bullets.

The armoured man stood still, and with a wave of his hand, he crushed the slate that was a toy to him.

Li Fengan knew that it was useless, and the armor man also knew that it was useless.

But in the duel of masters, often winning or losing is in that one-and-a-half move.

Li Fengan's intention was to distract the armor man, and with the help of this gap, he flashed to the armor man's forehead.

The armor man reacted quickly, and the heavy sword stabbed straight upward, passing through Li Feng'an's body.

'Smack!'

that 'Li Feng'an' turned into dust and dissipated.

Out-of-body incarnation.

The armor man realized that something was wrong and immediately changed his attention, but it was too late.

The difference is the difference between winning and losing.

Li Fengan whisked a roll of dust in his hand and entangled Zhang Shan's corpse.

"It's done?" the old man frowned on.

Unexpectedly, the mountain corpse suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand and punched Li Fengan.

What?!

'Poof!'

Li Fengan, who was defenseless, ate this punch with all his strength, spit out a mouthful of blood, whisked off his hands, was taken away by Zhang Shan, and was easily crushed.

The boy who lacked a weapon fell like a meteorite and smashed a terrifying pit on the ground.

The old man immediately flew down and pulled Li Fengan, whose muscles were trembling all over his body, up.

The master and apprentice looked at the forehead of the armored man with solemn faces.

Zhang Shan's corpse 'came to life', and at this time, it was like a god overlooking Li Feng'an's master and apprentice.

"Now it's two saints!" Zhang Shan said.