Golden light mask!

A layer of spiritual light shrouded Zhang Xiaoyi in an oval shape, protecting him.

——The Five Elements Golden Method of the Nascent Soul Realm!

Zhang Xiaoyi first ensured his own safety and immediately began to create a technique.

His movements are not unpleasant, and his tactics are standard for dealing with sword monks.

Even the intensity of the golden light mask emits standard spiritual energy fluctuations in the Nascent Soul stage.

The second technique is the extremely lethal Golden Light Slash.

Among the Five Elements of Gold Techniques, this one can shoot out thirty-six extremely sharp golden beams, all of them slashing at the enemy.

The trick is done!

Zhang Xiaoyi’s golden masterpiece.

The elders outside the field all held their breath and kneaded the secrets, ready to rescue Wu Xiaode.

But the next moment.

A voice emerged behind Zhang Xiaoyi:

"I've thought about it. There are always things that make you feel more uncomfortable than killing you."

——Behind again!

The sword move last time was from behind. Do you think I didn't guard against this move?

"Go to hell!"

Zhang Xiaoyi roared angrily and released the spell behind him without hesitation.

But he saw thirty-six sharp golden lights rising suddenly, airtight, and strangled Wu Xiaode with all his strength.

Wu Xiaode looked calm and dodged back and forth with small steps.

His dodge was so understated, as if he had experienced this type of battle countless times.

A moment.

All the golden light shot through the air and flew onto the wall of the Discipline Hall, forming chaotic sharp marks that were several inches deep.

"The body skills are so good."

Bai Zongmang praised in admiration, staring at Wu Xiaode as if admiring a priceless treasure.

"That's all." Song Qingsi said.

Her eyes were slightly lowered, her expression was indifferent, and she secretly wiped the sweat from her palms on the Xiushui scabbard.

There are changes in the field.

Zhang Xiaoyi struck out with all his strength, and his whole body's spiritual energy suddenly fell into chaos.

He was exposed!

Taking this opportunity, Wu Xiaode took a step forward——

"Who do you think you are!"

Zhang Xiaoyi roared and patted his storage bag, took out his sword and held it in his hand.

——We must never lose to him again!

Even if you violate the rules, you will never lose to Jin Dan!

"presumptuous!"

"No!"

"Zhang Xiaoyi!"

Everyone was unexpectedly surprised by this change. They were shocked and angry when they saw Wu Xiaode take a step forward again and shook his head slightly.

One punch -

boom!!!

The golden light shield covering Zhang Xiaoyi's body was hit by a punch, sparking a flickering light.

"You want to break through my golden light shield? You are wishful thinking!"

He laughed wildly and waved his sword at Wu Xiaode.

--Um?

The sword was like an afterimage, but it didn't hit Wu Xiaode at all.

The punch just now knocked Zhang Xiaoyi and his golden mask off the ground, flying into the air!

Song Qingsi's slightly drooped eyes suddenly opened.

yes!

Although the golden mask has strong protective power, it can cover a large area.

Wu Xiaode didn't have to look for any vital points at all, he just hit the golden light shield——

Just like hitting a ball -

From a "point to point" perspective, he has already won!

But it's more than that!

I saw Wu Xiaode taking two steps forward, leaping high, and gaining momentum——

He dodged the sword and spun around to kick a football!

Boom——

In the extremely dull sound, where his feet collided with the golden light shield, the air was distorted.

This kick is so powerful!

Zhang Xiaoyi and the golden light shield on his body were like a ball. They were kicked away by this kick and turned into a golden light that shot into the sky.

Crash--

The ceiling was broken.

The golden ball flew away in the night sky, accompanied by Zhang Xiaoyi's unwilling voice:

"Ah ah ah, I didn't lose -"

The sound gradually faded away and disappeared.

The golden light flew farther and farther, even drawing an arc in the sky.

——Curved ball.

There was a moment of silence.

——Is this still called not losing?

What a loser!

What a waste!

Wu Xiaode put his feet away, landed on the ground, raised his fists towards the stage, and said with a playful smile:

"Report to the leader."

"I always act according to the sect's moral principles, so even though Master Zhang violated the rules, I didn't do anything ruthless. He won't die."

Bai Zongmang sighed: "You didn't kill him...but..."

"We fought very harmoniously, and there was no blood, so we just kept going." Wu Xiaode added.

Bai Zongmang wanted to say something, but finally gave up.

No one spoke a word.

Yes.

Uncle Zhang has a golden light shield, even if it hits flowers and plants, he will not die.

But--

The dignified Nascent Soul monk was kicked out by a golden elixir as a ball, which cut through the night sky and disappeared without a trace.

How can he have the nerve to stay in the sect and act like his uncle in the future?

How can he have the face to meet people?

You do have moral integrity, but not much.

Song Qingsi could no longer hold back, patted the scabbard and said:

"What a great move to thank the world for its kick..."

"Martial Daoist friends are willing to grudge each other and are worthy of being a member of my generation."
Chapter completed!