"Che, Shen, Nian!"

A faint white light shone around Sang Lao's thin hair.

It's very light, very shallow, and can only stir up the rustling of the coir raincoat.

But when those three words were settled, the skyless mighty force that erupted from the hundreds of thousands of mountains, like a shining sun falling into the world, seemed to be summoned by Sang Lao's gentle call.

No!

It doesn’t seem like it!

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes widened and he stared in horror at the dragon melting world that was tens of thousands of miles away and shattered in an instant.

The scorching white flames used Sang Lao's body as the base point of the black hole, and instantly traveled through time and space, even faster than Gou Wuyue's sword, and instantly merged into Sang Lao's body.

The world is dim.

The vast white stripes disappeared.

Everyone who was previously in the Dragon Fusion Realm looked up at the sky. After adapting to the intensity of the white flames, they fell back into reality. They should have been lucky, but everyone seemed to have their eyesight distorted.

Darkness, just for a moment!

At this moment, even the golden light of the ladder style was difficult to move back!

Mr. Sang raised his hands high, and the straw hat covered half of his face.

"Sleeveless·Red Burnt Hands."

Tsk~

What rose in response were pieces of the coir raincoat-sleeve robe that had withered after being blown by the breeze.

From fingertips, wrists, to elbows, shoulders...

Sang Lao's withered hands quickly turned black and scorched from the outside to the inside at a speed visible to the naked eye.

high temperature!

Extreme heat!

Xu Xiaoshou is obviously far apart.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the scorched black sleeveless hands showing dark red, and his eyes were directly ignited by the white flames, which made him look away immediately in pain.

"Through Shen Nian..."

He was shocked.

Mr. Sang, he knows how to penetrate the mind!

It's not the weak and half-experienced mind of the little monk Bule.

This style of "sleeveless, red-scorched hands", at first glance, is the same level of transcendent spiritual thoughts as the "God Punishment Tribulation" created by Kui Leihan, the leader of the ten thrones!

"Is this an absolute attack?"

Xu Xiaoshou's heart was beating wildly.

He can't move anything!

Reason told him that when these two peerless bosses were fighting, the most important thing he should do was to immediately activate the disappearing technique.

But even the soul was locked by Gou Wuyue's move.

Xu Xiaoshou's thinking was even stagnant, and he wanted to shout out the names of the three awakening skills that could lead to liberation in his heart, but Sang Lao could only think one thought forever.

——Want to, but can’t do it!

The God of Death raised his sickle and waved his hand. The world was dimmed in golden light and white light, and Xu Xiaoshou's face was earth-colored.

Before the sword came, his soul was already torn apart.

But at this critical moment, Sang Lao's sleeveless red hand that traveled through time and space was stuck in front of the sword energy.

"sword?"

He sneered, stretched out only two fingers of his burnt black hand, and lightly pressed it, "What I hate most in my life is the sword."

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound in the heaven and earth, like the heart of a god shrinking suddenly.

Xu Xiaoshou let out a pop of blood and flew out upside down.

But the sword energy that tore through the ladder seemed to have been put on the brakes.

After Sang Lao's second finger got stuck, it was difficult to move forward.

And the next moment.

"boom!"

Thousands of miles of void suddenly exploded, and steam surged up and down, pushing layers into the sky like a tsunami.

The space debris withered and melted in the mist.

The clouds turned into mist, and the sunset suddenly arrived in the sky.

Xu Xiaoshou felt a tightness in his chest and felt dizzy.

He had been blown away, and the battle didn't even happen beside him, but he couldn't even catch the slightest aftermath.

Is this the battle scene between truly strong men?

"Plop."

The sword energy stuck by two fingers suddenly lit up with white flames, and within half a breath, it burned away.

Old Sang raised his head and smiled: "Old dog Wuyue, do you know why I haven't killed your subordinates for so long?"

Gou Wuyue drew back her sword and immediately rushed forward, as if she understood something.

"How dare you?!"

Sang Lao lowered his eyes, just like a Bodhisattva who lowers his eyelids and sees no mercy.

"Your subordinates dare to touch my apprentice and use the throne to fight against the innate, such a shameless person. I will kill him again in front of you, Wuyue Sword Immortal!"

You can burn Gou Wuyue to pieces with just two fingers.

At this moment, Mr. Sang had an entire arm stretched out!

An arm that was completely charred and blackened, with no trace of flesh color visible at the extreme heat!

"Gu Gu Gu Gu..."

The figure of Yu Lingdi in front of him struggled quickly and twisted.

The outline of his face was looming, and there was panic in his eyes. But he used all his strength to create a mouth, spit out a little black light, and roared.

"Old man, do you really think you can kill me, Yu Lingdi? I still have evil crimes on my hands..."

laugh!

The black hand blade cuts across.

It should be splashing.

But Gou Wuyue, who floated over, and Xu Xiaoshou, who was swept away by the battle, could be seen clearly.

That elemental body seemed to be completely ineffective in the face of the absolute power of this sleeveless red-scorched hand.

Blood is flying and flying.

Blade behind with one hand.

At the same moment when Yu Lingdi was beheaded, his entire body and the blood splashing vaporized on the spot, giving him not even half a moment to react.

Mr. Sang lowered his arms, nodded his head, and snorted under the straw hat.

"Why should a dying person make noise?"

The scene was extremely silent.

Xu Xiaoshou was dumbfounded.

He watched from a distance, never understanding why the names of the other Saint Slaves were so iconic.

The storyteller, the old woodcutter, the Eighth Sword Immortal...

Du Du Sang Lao is just an ordinary "sleeveless".

But what I saw today was the figure of the old man Cao Li who dared to kill his closest relatives and subordinates with one hand in front of the Seven Swords Immortal, the black and rotten hands, and the coir raincoat-sleeved robe that even the heavens could not protect because of the activation of the Divine Mind...

…

"sleeveless?"

Xu Xiaoshou murmured in a low voice.

No.

This shouldn't be called "sleeveless", this is called "invincible"!
To be continued...