Chapter 1081

"Really?"

"Old bastard, if you want to kill your grandpa and me, first of all, you have to see if you have this ability!"

Hearing this, Xiao Jiao instantly became angry, and the Qi of Xiao Sha on his body was even more violent.

"Little reptile, you are so arrogant!"

"I will kill you!"

In Liu Zong's eyes, the killing intention suddenly soared.

The next moment, I saw Liu Zong hit his chest with a punch. With a punch on his chest, his muscles suddenly soared.

The tendons and flesh of his body are extremely hard. From a distance, Liu Zong is like a rock hill several feet away, and his body exudes a hard breath.

"Then stop talking nonsense and do it!"

"Your grandpa Xiao Jiao, I haven't had a war for a long time, just let me move my muscles and bones!"

Looking at Liu Zong in front of him, Xiao Jiao's eyes were cold and arrogant.

Although the cultivation of Liu Zong is the perfect state of the emperor, Liu Zong is about to break through to the early days of the emperor. In terms of cultivation, Liu Zong is a little better than him.

But if there is a fight, Xiao Jiao is not afraid of Liu Zong.

And Xiao Jiao is confident that the last two who fell must be Liu Zong.

Mo Wentian's strength has never been measured by accomplishments. His strength is not measured by accomplishments either.

"Exercise your muscles and bones?"

"Little reptile, you really look up to yourself!"

"I'll let your muscles and bones move well, but after you peel them and stew them in the pot!"

"Hahahaha..."

In Liu Zong's eyes, anger suddenly soared.

But the next moment, it seemed that he remembered something, and Liu Zong suddenly laughed wildly.

It's as ferocious as it looks.

"Still want to stew me?"

"Old bastard, let's go!"

Arrogant words came, and Xiao Jiao's eyes suddenly soared.

"Tianniu fist!"

"Little reptile, die!"

Suddenly, Liu zongleng shouted, his body soared at the moment, and his clothes were stretched open.

"Tear..."

The sound of torn strips of cloth instantly rang out.

In the next moment, his body soared to dozens of feet, and the king's perfect authority rolled out of him that day.

His palm, at the moment, also clenched into a fist, a fist several feet in size, without the slightest hesitation, rushed directly at Xiaojiao.

"The smell on the Lord of the city is terrible!"

"The Lord of the city, unexpectedly directly used his tianniu fist. The Lord of the city's tianniu fist, even if it is a martial artist whose cultivation reaches the early days of the emperor, it is not easy to block it!"

"Can the little dragon stop the Lord's punch?"

"I saw that Bruce Lee was going to die under the punch of the Lord!"

……

Looking at Liu Zong's fist, countless Jincheng disciples instantly talked.

"Little reptile, die!"

Liu Zong stood proudly in the void, and his thick voice rolled out.

"Ho ho..."

But the next moment, the small Jiao's body, hundreds of feet in size, hovered in the void, and the terrible dragon came out of the vast.

At the moment, Xiao Jiao's breath was not much worse than that of Liu zonglai opposite him.

"The power of this dragon is also terrible. I feel that this dragon may really be able to block the punch of the Lord!"

"The strength of Bruce Lee seems to be more terrible than the Lord!"

"I haven't seen such a duel for a long time!"

"This war must be wonderful!"

……

Feel the terrible dragon power of Xiao Jiao. In Jincheng, among countless warriors, it instantly boils.

Their eyes are more filled with the appearance of watching a good play.

"Boss, can this little Jiao defeat this Liu Zong?"

At this time, not far away, magic sky looked at the war in the void, and the shining Tao in his eyes.

"Don't worry, this bastard is not Xiao Jiao's opponent!"

Don't ask the sky. The corner of your mouth is slightly raised, and your face is full of confidence.

Xiao Jiao's talent is terrible. Even Mo Wentian doesn't know how powerful Xiao Jiao's talent is.

Mo Wentian originally thought that Xiao Jiao's accomplishments would at most break through the realm of heaven, but who would have thought that Xiao Jiao's accomplishments have been growing.

And it seems that there is no end, and the growth cannot be stopped.

Now, even Mo Wentian doesn't know how terrible Xiao Jiao's talent is!

Mo Wentian has never understood what kind of monster Xiao Jiao is. From time to time, Xiao Jiao brings him some surprises, which makes Mo Wentian more curious about Xiao Jiao in his heart.

Thinking like this, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a complex light.

"Boss, but the smell of this old bastard is much stronger than that of Xiaojiao!"

Suddenly, it seemed to think of something, and a cold light rose in the eyes of magic sky.

Looking at Mo Wentian, he said in a deep voice.

"Don't worry, this Liu Zong can't fight Xiaojiao, and this Liu Zong will definitely die miserably!"

Don't ask the corners of heaven's mouth, a smile spread instantly.

"But, boss..."

Huan Tian listens to Mo's words and wants to say something, but in the end, he doesn't say anything.

"Tianniu fist!"

Roar, Liu Zong's huge fist, a terrible force, shaking in the void.

From a distance, it's terrible.

"Kill!"

"Bang..."

With a roar, the next moment, Liu Zong's huge fist, which was tens of feet in size, flew directly at Xiao Jiao.

Liu Zong's breath was extremely terrible at this moment. This punch seemed to want to blow Xiao Jiao to pieces.

"The Dragon wags its tail!"

"Old bastard, if you want to smash me with this punch, you are daydreaming!"

The angry voice rang out, and Xiao Jiao flashed, and the huge tail, which was tens of feet in size, pulled directly at Liu Zong, who was tens of feet in the void.

"Bang..."

The violent collision came, and at the next moment, Liu Zong's figure of dozens of feet directly flew backwards out.

The tendons on his body hit the ground at this moment, making a pit several feet in size.

"Qiang Qiang..."

What's more, at the moment when Liu Zong's body hit the ground, there was a sound of metal collision.

And Xiao Jiao was no better. His body, hundreds of feet in size, also retreated dozens of feet.

"Poof..."

A mouthful of blood gushed out of Xiaojiao's mouth.

"The old bastard's strength is really good!"

"It seems that I should listen to the boss and never underestimate the enemy!"

His mouth whispered to himself, and a cold light rose in Xiao Jiao's eyes.

"Xiao Jiao, are you all right?"

Looking at this scene, Mo Wentian suddenly changed his look, and the voice of care rang out in Xiao Jiao's mind.

"Boss, I'm fine, but I'm just injured by this old bastard!"

Hearing this, Xiao Jiao's mouth was slightly raised, looking at Mo Wentian, with a indifferent look on his face.