Chapter 1782: You dare?

Do you dare to the first seven hundred and eighty-two chapters?
In the air, there was a constant bang of the physical collision. After the sacred son resisted Ningqi for a quarter of an hour, he only felt that his arms were not his own. From the beginning, he could feel the pain, and he was completely numb and lost. The defensive ability, everyone looked at the Yanzizi as a rag doll, flying in the air with Ning Qi's offensive, and sometimes flew into the air, sometimes squatting on the ground.
In fact, Yan Shengzi is indeed very strong. Among the eight lords, it should belong to the top ranks. The ordinary eight-robbery lord, who comes to dozens of people, may not be his opponent, it is like a cold, estimated in Yansheng The child can't support ten strokes, and others can only support three or five strokes.
However, between the Eight Robbery Creator and the Nine Robbery Creator, it is as if it is a million mountains. No matter how terrible the eight-robbery of the genius, if it reaches a certain level, it will no longer be able to increase its own cultivation. It can only be strengthened by other means. A little bit of fighting power.
Lei Huang, a Tibetan immortal, should belong to the limit of eight robberies, and Yan Shengzi, from the limit, seems to be a step backward, and Ning Qi broke through this limit as early as the four robbers, the infinite power Close to the nine robbers, not to mention the fact that Ning Qi is now a five-robbery creator, even if the real people of Lei and Zang Xian are present, I am afraid that they can not hold a few fists, not to mention the existence of the rank of Yan Shengzi.
The most important thing is that from the beginning, Yan Shengzi took a nap to Ningqi, and the result was defeated by Ning Qi’s stormy offensive. He was extremely passive in his heart, and he couldn’t say anything in his heart. Casting, can only protect his own vitality everywhere, or a little distraction, may be killed by Ning Qi on the spot.
"His breath is just five robbing creators, but the power is terrible to such a situation, how is this possible!!"
Yan Shengzi’s heart roared, and his eyes showed a hint of unwillingness and humiliation. Since he began to practice, he has never suffered from losses in the same level. Now he has been repaired as a weaker than himself. The existence of the singer is arrogant in front of these countless monks who admire him. This kind of humiliation is something that ordinary people can't stand!
"Is this guy a man?"
Canggu Shenghuang and others were stunned and watched Ningqi, who was swaying the sacred son with a crushing force, with a hint of unbelievable color in his eyes.
"No! Yanzizi must be showing the enemy weak!"
Tianye Fairy’s fist can’t help but hold tight, nervous, and find a more reasonable explanation for herself. But when she sees that Yanzi is hit by Ningqi, her heart seems to have been Ningqi. In a punch, if it is not a sense of reason, she may have rushed to help.
The chills and other people are pale and the shock in their hearts is not weaker than that of the ancient emperor. They have already seen the power of Ningqi, but they never imagined that Ningqi could be strong enough to crush the sacred son. Now, the defeat of the Son of the Son has become a foregone conclusion. It depends on the risk that the other party dares to risk the anger of the Taoist Emperor, killing the Son on the spot!
"It's so strong!!"
The monks in the Great Market have their eyes open, and they can't believe what they have seen, but they are sure that this is not a dream, nor a fantasy. The Yanzi is indeed true, and there is no resilience in front of Ningqi!
"Great! If the sacred son is defeated today, then I will not have to be sold to Lei's desperate situation!"
"The first position in the battle power list is Ning Beixuan!"
Countless adoration, worship, and excitement, all fell on Ning Qi. After learning that these ordinary monks became victims and were betrayed by the sacred son, they fell into despair, but now, Ning Qi’s appearance , became the savior in their hearts!
"The village, the village head is so strong? How come..."
The villagers of Yunqi Village who surrendered to the sacred sons, standing in the same place, were shocked and fearful. They knew that Ningqi was so strong, they just surely refused to die!
"You waste this group, wait to die!"
The villagers of Yunqi Village looked at the group of guys and laughed ridiculously, but they trembled and could not refute.
At this time, there were many figures rushing to the big market. When they asked the monks around, what happened in front of them, those guys were shocked to see Ningqi.
"Shi Shuzu, Ning Beixuan, is it so strong?"
Sakyamuni leaves are both eyes blank.
Shijia Huijing looked at Ning Qi’s fist and beat the first son of the power list. However, Yan Shengzi had no power to fight back, and he was relieved when he was shocked.
"Ningbei Xuanzhen is strong beyond my expectations, brother, should be completely dead in his hands?"
The nearby Xiao Wu night and other people also just rushed to the big market. After seeing Shakyam Hui and Sakyamuni, they quickly came up. Duanmu looked at the two figures in the sky and asked: "Ningbei Who is the mystery fighting? The guy seems to be losing."
Sakyamuni looked at him and said: "That is the sacred son, the first place in the list of desperate battles."
"what?"
Xiao Wuyue, Duanmu Chong, Youfeng, Zhandonglai, Fuji, etc., who had just arrived at the big market, did not know what happened. After hearing the words of Shakya, they fell. Take a sip of cool air.
"Impossible, how can Ning Beixuan be strong enough to even the sacred son... can't beat?"
Duanmu Chong muttered to himself.
"Look, ancestors, they are all..."
Fu Jidao.
The people glanced at it, and they did see the chills, the dragon-in-law, and so on. As a result, the words of Sakyamuni, just like the leaves, are probably true. Even the chills are fighting in the crowd, it is not simple. fighting!
Xiao Wu’s eyes flashed a glimpse of the sorrowful color. The monks who had had an intersection in the day and night, and in a few thousand years, reached the point where they could fight with the sacred son, but they still stayed in place. Is the gap between Tianjiao and Tianjiao so great?
At this moment, Xiao no night began to doubt his own way of practice, whether it was wrong...
"town!"
Cold drink, Ning Qi double fists clenched, smashing hammer on the body of the sacred son, a bang, Yan Shengzi slammed into the soil.
In this scene, everyone’s heart is smashed.
Ning Qi fell to the pothole, and his mind was moving. The Laojundan furnace immediately flew over. At this time, the weak voice of Yanzi was heard in the pothole: "Ning Beixuan, my teacher is a Taoist Immortal, if you dare to take my alchemy today, this world will have no place for you, and the master will kill you, just as it is as simple as killing an ant ant! Kill me? Oh, do you dare?"
The voice of the sacred son, with a hint of ridicule.
Right... Ordinary monks heard this sentence, and their faces gradually became difficult to look. The Dao Xian Emperor ruled the Central Continent and killed his disciples. This is tantamount to burying a grave for himself. This is mortal!
"Why don't I dare?"
Ning Qi’s mouth was slightly raised, and there was a hint of ridicule in his eyes.
Tianyan Fairy and others only feel like a hail, this is a madman! The madman who is not afraid of Yan Xianhuang! !
In the pothole, suddenly silenced.