Chapter 1072 (2/2)

His injured body can only be recovered through pills.

But because of the overdraft potential, Nie Zhuo's accomplishments in this life are difficult to make further progress.

Unless we have great opportunities, we will stay in the position of five-star emperor forever.

However, Nie Zhuo felt that as long as he could kill the person in front of him.

Any price is worth it.

In the sky, Nie Zhuo, the elder of the king's gate, spread out his dark wings and his whole body was surging with strength.

After hitting Wang Xiaojian in a row, he looks cruel and slaps Wang Xiaojian again.

Boom!

In the sky, came the sound of rushing thunder.

With the power of thunder, the palm print cuts through the air and hits Wang Xiaojian's body head-on.

Majestic power, with Wang Xiaojian heavy hit on the cliff of a volcano.

The volcano vibrated and boulders rolled down, burying Wang Xiaojian's body in the deep hole.

Seeing Wang Xiaojian disappear in front of his eyes, Nie Zhuo's heart gave birth to a happy mood.

He knew clearly how powerful his thunder startling dragon palm was.

Even if it's not a killing move to startle long Xiaotian, Wang Xiaojian will surely die if he hits three palms in succession.Even if you don't die, you have only one breath left. It's not far from death.

”So young, I have such talent and cultivation. Once you grow up in the future, it will soar. ”

”But even a genius, as long as he dies, is just a pile of loess.”

”If you want to blame, you kill my apprentice and break my arm. Those who fight against the king's gate should die! ”

Nie Zhuo opened his mouth, and his face was grim.

He spread out his dark energy wings and flew to the volcano.

In his eyes, Wang Xiaojian must be dead now.

But for the sake of conservatism, he still condensed the surging palm strength, let the palm aim at the cliff pit where Wang Xiaojian was buried.

He wants to let Wang Xiaojian die completely and thoroughly. He wants Wang Xiaojian to die without a burial place.

However, his palm wind has not yet been shot, suddenly the mountains shake.

With a bang, the boulder exploded.

A figure covered with golden flame flew out of the crater.

Nie Zhuo, the elder of wangzhemen, was shocked.

He didn't think that Wang Xiaojian, who had been repeatedly shocked by his thunder, would surely die.

Even if it's not dead, there's only one breath left.

But now, alone, he blasted the boulder out of the pit and flew out.

He was burning with golden flame all over his body, and there was a strong smell in his body.

Nie Zhuo, the elder of wangzhemen, thought he was wrong.

It's just the ghost of Wang Xiaojian, not himself.

Nie Zhuo, the elder of the king's gate, scattered his surging palms and rubbed his eyes vigorously. However, no matter how he rubbed them, the people in front of him did not disappear.

Nie Zhuo looked carefully and found that the person in front of him was indeed injured.

All his clothes were destroyed because of the terrible thunder mark.

There is also blood on the young and powerful body.

However, the blood, is not from the inside out - viscera burst, the result of flesh.

And it's just skin damage.

There was only a trace of blood on the inside of his mouth.

But the extent of the injury, and Nie Zhuo expected, a hundred and eight thousand li.

Wang Xiaojian flies out slowly. His golden wings have been replaced by the original fire of the ancient emperor.

The power of the Seven Star emperor and the level of thunder is very powerful, which makes him hurt and bleed when he has nine turn gold body protection.

But, absolutely not to the point of killing him.

At this time, Wang Xiaojian flies out.

He was clearly injured, and in his eyes, he was a man of extraordinary strength.

”Old dog, is this your card? I'm so disappointed. ”