Chapter 1284: Fellow? What are you worthy...

Fu Guang struggled hard, as the head of the school, and at the same time the first person in this golden light cave, no one had ever dared to do this to him.
Therefore, under this anger and anger, Fu Guang burst out of unprecedented potential, and Da Luo Peak's cultivation base was even more urged to the extreme.
But seeing countless golden lights spreading around him, he rushed towards Xue An frantically.
But everything is in vain.
When these golden lights had just arrived halfway, they melted quickly like candles burned by a fire, and then gradually disappeared into nothingness.
From beginning to end, even Xue An's hair didn't even blow.
These pictures made Fu Guang utterly horrified.
At the same time, he felt that the hand holding his neck was gradually tightening.
Although the whole process was slow, it made him unable to resist.
Fu Guang felt that all his cultivation bases were gradually being restrained, and even breathing became difficult.
You should know that when the cultivation level reaches his realm, you can actually do without breathing long ago, just relying on spiritual power conversion.
The illusion of difficulty breathing now proves that Xue An not only pinched his neck, but also cut him off from the environment around him.
This can't help making Fu Guang even more frightened, and said, "You...who are you? Why don't you be afraid of the Taoism I waited for?"
Xue An raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a cold smile, "Why don't you be afraid of the Dao you waited for? Ha ha, all the things you master are created by my people, can you understand it now?"
Fu Guang's pupils shrank instantly to the size of a pinpoint, because he thought of a legend that only the head of the martial arts would know.
Legend has it that none of the founders of the seven great caves were from this world, but migrated from an ancient and mysterious place.
But because the time was too long, this Fuguang just listened to it roughly, and didn't take it to heart.
Unexpectedly, I met Xue An today.
He looked at Xue An in horror, and whispered: "You...are you from the Chinese nationality?"
Xue An smiled slightly, "That's right, but unfortunately there is no reward!"
As he spoke, the hand holding Fuguang's neck slammed hard again.
Fu Guang was shocked, and because of the isolation of spiritual power, his face quickly turned red and purple.
This feeling of slowly moving towards death made the pampered and accustomed to the light and liver, and finally exhausted the last strength, and said two words in a nearly pleading tone.
"Spare!"
This pleading for mercy spread throughout the square.
Whether it was a disciple or an elder, they all stared blankly. Many people even made their brains blank because of the unthinkable reality.
After hearing this begging for mercy, many people gradually recovered their sobriety.
But before they could fully react, Xue An sneered coldly, "Now I know to beg for mercy? It's a pity... it's too late!"
With that, a cold light flashed in Xue An's eyes.
"Do not!"
Fu Guang screamed out with the last trace of strength, because at this moment, he felt an extremely harsh killing intent.
Under this power, Fu Guang felt like a lamb to be slaughtered on the butcher's cutting board, already smelling death.
So he tried to save himself.
"Master, save me!"
When these four words had just been shouted, I saw an anxious cry from the depths of the Jinding Pavilion, "Daoist, show mercy!"
However, Xue An was not moved at all. Instead, he narrowed the cold light in his eyes and said calmly: "Walk well, don't give it away!"
After that, Xue An's palm suddenly shook.
Bang!
Just heard the muffled sound of flesh and blood being squeezed.
Fu Guang's neck was squeezed and exploded by Xue An with one hand, and his broken head rolled to the ground, and the light of blood rose to the sky, dyeing most of the high platform red.
Then Fu Guang's headless body slowly fell to the ground.
"Daoyou..." The voice in the Jinding Pavilion obviously didn't expect Xue An to actually dare to start, and couldn't help but roar.
But Xue An didn't bother to pay attention to this at all. Instead, he took a step forward, then raised his foot and stepped on Fuguang's head, coldly said.
"I said I want to kill you, then your spirit must die!"
There was a white light flickering between Fu Guang's eyebrows, and Fu Guang's cry that became stern because of extreme fear.
"Do not……."
Click!
With a crisp sound, Fu Guang's shout stopped abruptly.
Because Xue An stepped on it, he trampled his head to pieces.
The scarlet blood mixed with the thick white brain is flowing on the ground, and the blood is even more disgusting.
Many disciples who were close to him were already frightened to the ground.
Even those who are far away are not in much better condition, some are timid, and they look at Xue An with blank eyes, obviously already frightened.
The complexions of Shui Jing, Ci Yun and others were naturally extremely ugly, because they didn't expect that this white-clothed boy would be so brutal and tough when he took a shot, and he would directly blow Fu Guang to an explosion.
But then, a touch of joy appeared in these people's eyes.
Because they all heard the voice from the depths of Jinding Pavilion.
At the moment when Xue An just stepped on the Fuguang, the Jinding Pavilion under his feet suddenly began to tremble violently.
Golden lights appeared over the square, and then these golden lights gathered together, gradually condensing a human form.
When the golden light dispersed, inside was an old man with white beard and hair and a majestic face.
After seeing this old man, Shui Jing, Ciyun and many other elders were overjoyed, and then fell to the ground together, shouting with excitement: "I have seen the old master!"
That's right!
Appearing here is the previous head of Jinding Pavilion, Xiuwen.
His appearance made the extremely suppressed atmosphere above the square relax.
Many disciples of the Golden Ding Pavilion were all excited.
Because regardless of strength or prestige, this Xiuwen is much stronger than Fu Guang.
If it hadn't been for three hundred years ago, Xiuwen had planned to concentrate on cultivation and break through the realm and extend his life because of his age and life span, he would not have the turn to inherit the throne of the master.
But because this Xiuwen has been in retreat in the Jinding Pavilion for the past three hundred years, many new disciples have no idea of ​​his existence.
But in the eyes of the elders and the inner room truth, ~EbookFREE.me~, the old master is the strongest person in this school.
Now that he is out of the mountain, it means that the good days of this young man in white are over.
Everyone is thinking.
But seeing Xiuwen looking at his disciple's corpse on the high platform with a sad face, after a long while, he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and said coldly.
"Friends, I have already pleaded with you, why do you want to go your own way and kill my lover?"
In the sound of questioning, golden light floated above the Golden Ding Pavilion, and the vast sky seemed to change.
This kind of momentum also made Shui Jing and others feel confident.
It seems that the old sect master has been closed for three hundred years, and his strength has greatly improved!
But in this situation, Xue An, who was standing in a pool of blood, raised his head to look at the angry Xiuwen, and then smiled faintly.
"Friend of Daoist? Excuse me, what kind of thing do you call me Daoist?"