The colorless scalp suddenly opened, and death came over me.

This is a punch that is enough to threaten the life of the semi-saint, and it is a punch that is enough to knock out his face!

Such a punch was something that Kong Yuhen... no, could Xu Xiaoshou be able to throw?

impossible!

Don't say that Xu Xiao suffered.

When the real hatred comes, it is impossible to condense such power that can open up chaos under such short control - pure, ultimate, exhausting the power of the physical body, and absolute output power!

"Die!"

A distorted roar exploded in my ears.

Yan Wuse wanted to dodge. He had the speed of light. As long as his consciousness reacted quickly enough, he could dodge the attack no matter what.

Even though he encountered three consecutive waves of control.

But as soon as his body moved, the pain in his chest intensified, and time on the Void Island was frozen.

The image transmitted by Sheng Nian was of Xu Xiaoshou holding nothingness with his left hand, but it was like grabbing something and stabbing it into his heart.

Yes, the Shadow Staff of the Ancestor of Time?

At this moment, time on the entire Void Island stopped due to Xu Xiaoshou's punch.

Yan Wuse finally moved, with disbelief on his face.

Lights and shadows flickered in his mind, and the information Gou Wuyue had reported jumped out:

There is a person in the Holy Slave who possesses a special spiritual skill that can blow his head off.

It's a bit like spiritual skills, but a bit different.

It is very powerful, but the source of the power is unknown.

Yan WuSe stopped thinking.

At the last moment, the name of the guy who had punched Gou Wuyue was resounding in his mind, and he also heard the laughter in the whole hall.

And, at this moment, the roar from that name really came to my ears:

"Yan Moutou, punch me!!!"

…

The stream of chaotic light cut through the Void Island.

On the Sin Palace, the energy rippled horizontally, distorting the space and turning the color of light into nothingness.

The great power that suddenly emerged from the nine heavens was, at this moment, even brighter and more dazzling than that light.

Even the so-called brightest "white" in the world has been suppressed.

"What's this?"

Heart-stopping fluctuations were generated at the same time in the Temple of Sin, the Forest of Miracles, and the Blood Realm.

The spiritual masters scattered all over the Void Island all raised their eyes to pay attention.

Zhandao, Taixu... Even on the Holy God Continent, everyone is already at the pinnacle of each realm.

At this moment, everyone felt that they were as insignificant as ants.

At this point in the battle, those with sharp eyes have already used various methods to identify who is involved in the mixed fight above Void Island.

The Seven Sword Immortal Mei Siren, the Divine Envoy of Heaven No. 2, the King of Hell Huangquan, the Five Declines of Heaven and Man, etc.

The most eye-catching thing among them is that after Wan Jing puts on his clothes, he looks like a god descending to earth with the colorless face of the Three Emperors.

Everyone was staring at Yan Wuse from a distance, wanting to see when this soul-refining light would be able to clean up those "dark garbage".

Or maybe the boat capsizes in the gutter - but not many people have thought about this possibility.

Even if the Seven Sword Immortal Mei Siren conferred the title of Sword Saint, in today's era, his reputation is still not as great as that of the Three Emperors, who are full of gold.

Unexpectedly, in such a battle situation, a slightly unfamiliar young man suddenly ran out and burst into everyone's sight.

Sword Saint Mei Si, are they all supporting him?

His main output, one punch, hit the Three Emperor Yan Wu Color?

"boom!"

After the brilliance passed, the minds of the spiritual masters on Void Island all went blank for a brief moment, perfectly responding to the vacuum created by that moment and that punch.

And when Yan Wuse's old face was severely deformed under a punch, all the bones in his body crackled and shattered, his body turned into a stream of light and smashed through the space, falling straight from the sky, blasting through the back of Zuiyi Palace...

Everyone, it’s like waking up from a dream!

"The Third Emperor's colorless face was beaten away by a boy?"

"How can this be?!"

Outside the Zuiyi Hall, Leng Qi, the leader of the Daxian Tian Sect, who had been away from the center of the battlefield for a long time, and Ming Yue, the master of the Gui Yin Pavilion, looked at each other, looking at each other.

"He looks familiar?"

"No, absolutely not! It's impossible, absolutely impossible! Maybe, they just look a bit alike..."

"Look, isn't Saint Slave Xu Xiaoshou also present, so the one who punched should be someone else?"

"Then have you seen his face? He no longer pretends..."

Beside the holy execution ground, the two Gu brothers, holding swords and carrying swords, looked into the distance, their eyes equally dull.

"Elder brother, Mr. Siren!"

"It's not important. What's important is the person next to him."

"Chen...er, Brother Xu?"

"Yes, Xu Xiaoshou!"

"Isn't this right? The last time we saw Xu Xiaoshou was in the city lord's mansion when he was beating his junior brother, or in Bai Cave, on the Lijian Grassland? Is he an innate? Grandmaster?"

"...I also forgot a little bit."

In the realm of extinct fire, after all, the two masters and disciples of the Jizhao lineage, who could no longer soak in the magma, sat slumped on the big rock and watched the battle.

The battle on Void Island, no matter how enjoyable it was, had nothing to do with the Holy Palace.

But suddenly, the face of the young man who raised his fist and tried to beat Yan Wuwei changed, turning into a look that was very familiar to the two of them.

That boy, Xu Xiaoshou?

The person facing him was clearly Yan Wuse, who couldn't even be beaten away by his master's punch. He was fucked by Xu Xiaoshou, but he disappeared?

"Master!"

Bai Zian stood up in shock, his eyes were shocked and frightened.

This punch represents so many levels of meaning, perhaps even more explosive than the explosion of Void Island.

With just this punch, the Holy Palace Jinzhao lineage could no longer save Xu Xiaoshou.

Xu Xiaoshou will also be completely included in the belonging of the dark forces of the Saint Slaves - even if he is already a member of the Saint Slaves.

However, he had never really come into the sight of a big shot before, and there was a holy slave supporting him sleevelessly. Before Xu Xiaoshou, there was room for change.

Now, there is a big shot, even his eyeballs were blown out by him!

room?

The land is gone!

"past."

"Master, we just came to the Yunlun Mountains to inspect the future disciples of the Holy Palace. You must not forget this."

"Don't worry, I will remember it, my teacher."

"Then wait for me, Master, you are flying too fast!"

…

"Attention, passive value, +682."

"Being in awe, passive value, +793."

"Being suspicious, passive value, +1162."

"..."

The information bar couldn't stop popping up, and with a passive punch, Xu Xiaoshou completely entered the high-level circles of Holy God Continent.

Even Taixu is afraid, and even half-saints are frightened.

At this moment, Mei Siren was holding his sword, almost grinning from ear to ear. While fighting the aftermath of the punch, he stared blankly at Xu Xiaoshou, who only had half of his arm left.

He even blinked hard, only to realize that all this was not fake.

Did your own student really beat Yan Wuse away?
To be continued...