Chapter 1173 Xiao Jinfeng
"Hou Lie, in this capital, although I can't kill you directly, I can't do anything to you if I cripple your cultivation. In ten breaths, I want to hear your answer, otherwise don’t blame me for being ruthless.”
After solving the troubles of these Jindan monks, Lu Xiaotian looked at Hou Lie under the Demon Suppressing Tower again, and said calmly. said the voice.
"I just kept two juniors in my house as guests, why should I detain them? Besides, as an important minister of the Immortal Dynasty, I can't be abolished by you." Hou Lie resisted forcefully. He managed to respond to the heavy pressure of the Demon Suppressing Tower.
“A waste of time.” Lu Xiaotian shook his head, and the Demon Suppressing Tower flashed again.
Poof. Hou Lie's face turned red, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and the pagoda above his head fell down again. Just now, he could barely hold on and was pushed to the ground.
It’s just that with so many people watching, Hou Lie couldn’t afford to be embarrassed. He gritted his teeth and looked at Lu Xiaotian with eyes full of fear and hatred. His body shook, but he persisted.
However, Hou Lie's temperament was resolute, but the ground under his feet could not hold on. Cracks appeared in the hard stone bricks. Under the weight of the Demon Suppression Tower, Hou Lie's knees began to sink in.
“Father!” Hou Xiyu, who had been a bit domineering before, couldn’t help but cry out sadly when she saw her father being suppressed and unable to move under the Demon Suppressing Tower. He was about to be pressed into the ground.
"You are so brave, you actually broke into General Zhenyuan's mansion and committed murder in Xiangdu. I want to see how much you weigh." A loud shout sounded, the wind howled loudly, and the green shadows were like shooting stars chasing the moon. Come.
An arc-shaped green blade slashed straight towards the Demon Suppression Tower.
"Sister Yu, don't be afraid. My father is here and will definitely deal with this madman." Another man with sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes pulled away a lot from behind, and then he rushed over and shouted to Hou Xiyu loudly.
“Brother Chong.” Hou Xiyu’s eyes suddenly turned red when he saw the person coming, Xiao Yang, with a look of being wronged, “Uncle and Brother Chong have to make the decision for my father.”
< br>"Don't worry, Sister Yu, I won't let this madman have an easy time." Henry Zhang held Hou Xiyu's hand and comforted him.
Hou Lie was greatly relieved, and finally persisted until Xiao Jinfeng arrived. Not to mention that Xiao Jinfeng was the younger brother of the head of the Xiao family, his own strength was also quite impressive. The powerful people in the middle stage of Nascent Soul are also famous in Xiangdu. The silver-haired monk in front of him was little-known. Even if he was stronger than him, it was hard to win over Xiao Jinfeng, who had been famous for many years. What's more, behind Xiao Jinfeng was a huge family of cultivators. Even before fighting against ordinary people, he was already timid.
What made Hou Lie puzzled was that even after Xiao Jinfeng arrived, the pressure on the Demon Suppression Tower above his head did not weaken at all. It was so stressful that it was difficult for him to even speak.
The Demon Suppressing Tower pressing on Hou Lie burst into a black curtain, wrapping the slashed wind blade inside. There was a crackling sound inside, and the wind blade and the black light that just burst out disappeared at the same time.
"It seems that you two in-laws are planning to get married together, but I weigh a few pounds, which you two can't weigh." Lu Xiaotian glanced at Xiao Jinfeng who was running towards him and said. .
"What an arrogant boy, you are the first one who dares to look down on my Xiao family." Xiao Jinfeng's eyes suddenly became covered with green shadows, his gray beard and hair were moving, and the wind was howling on all sides of his body. The low-level monks around them suddenly swayed and were almost blown away by the huge wind force. Looking at each other in shock, they each retreated violently.
"Princess, let's move back a little bit." Yuan Gang couldn't stand it anymore and hurriedly said to Xiang Lian'er.
Xiang Lian'er's beautiful eyes were full of brilliance. Hearing Yuan Gang's persuasion, he nodded and retreated with everyone.
Xiao Jinfeng finished his words, and his figure flashed, turning into a faint blue light and disappearing into the air. Even Hou Lie, a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul, couldn't catch Xiao Jinfeng's movements with his naked eyes. trajectory.
As for the Jindan monks who were watching the battle in General Zhenyuan's mansion, they couldn't even see a shadow clearly.
"Sister Yu, this is the wind shadow technique that my father has practiced for many years and is close to perfection. Not only is it extremely fast, it is difficult for monks of the same level to support it, but its power is also extraordinary. This person in front of me dares to offend the general. Let’s see how my father teaches him.” Xiao Yang comforted Hou Xiyu.
"Uncle is indeed the mainstay of the Xiao family. I can't even see his shadow, so I guess it's easy to deal with him." Hou Xiyu nodded in agreement.
"I'm afraid that may not be the case. Although this silver-haired young man is not well-known in Xiangdu, his strength is astonishing. There are more than one or two people who have suffered in his hands. But due to some reasons, It just didn’t spread.”
Nie Chen shook his head and said, he is Nie Shizhao's son. A few years ago, his father and Xiao Jinming saw Xiang Yuze trapped by this man with a sword formation. If his father and Xiao Jinming hadn't arrived, , I’m afraid Xiang Yuze’s end will be worrying. It's just that Xiang Yuze didn't have the shame to publicize it, and his father Nie Shizhao didn't disclose it to the outside world. However, as Nie Shizhao's son, he had heard a little about it.
"My father has defeated more than one or two Nascent Soul cultivators. This unknown person in front of me will never be my father's opponent." Xiao Yang said proudly.
"Since Mr. Xiao is so confident, let's wait and see." Nie Chen chuckled, his eyes completely attracted by the Nascent Soul cultivator in the field.
But before Xiao Yang finished speaking, a look of shock appeared on his face, followed by a look of anger and fear, and he saw that the unknown silver-haired Nascent Soul cultivator was nowhere to be found. Xiao Jinfeng, who was trapped in the middle, staggered. He fell backwards and flew dozens of feet away. Immediately after, several seven-story pagodas with brilliance came towards them, one after another. Only those watching the battle realized that the silver-haired Nascent Soul monk had only used a small part of the means to deal with Hou Lie.
Even Xiao Jinfeng, the Nascent Soul ancestor of the Xiao family, was staggered and repelled within a few rounds. The silver-haired young monk in front of him was a bit too shocking.
Although Xiao Jinfeng's Wind Shadow Technique was broken and repelled by the opponent, he was not injured. But when he looked at Lu Xiaotian, there was an unavoidable look in his eyes that he was not thinking silently. This was the first time that his Wind Shadow Technique had been cracked so cleanly by someone below the level of a great monk.
Lu Xiaotian’s eyes were calm, without any trace of pride. Xiao Jinfeng’s Wind Shadow Technique was indeed extraordinary, but it was used in the wrong place. If it was used for defense, it would not be easy for Lu Xiaotian to do anything to Xiao Jinfeng. But Xiao Jinfeng used it to enter Attack and bully those who are approaching, Lu Xiaotian's Yuan Shen is much better than Xiao Jinfeng. In addition, he has fought with Xiang Kuang no less than a hundred times in the past two years. His rich combat experience is not in vain. Xiao Jinfeng is famous in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. , compared with Xiang Kuang, his methods are more than one level behind. Although the opponent's realm is higher than Lu Xiaotian's, among the strong men Lu Xiaotian has faced, those who are stronger than Xiao Jinfeng are already more than one palm.
(End of this chapter)