"Damn it!"
The hair of the remaining hooknose protector stood on end, and his expression was extremely ugly. He could feel the dense killing intent coming from Xia Ping's body, as if it had locked onto his own aura.
If it was before, he would have scoffed. Wasn't such a young child seeking death by locking onto his aura? He did not take it seriously at all.
However, two of the four guardians were already dead and one was seriously injured. He was the only one left.
In terms of strength, although there were high and low among the four guardians, the difference between them was not very big.
If the other party could kill the other three guardians, then killing him would not be particularly difficult.
"Patron, this poor monk will send you on your way.”
Xia Ping smiled and said to the hawk-nosed protector.
However, such a smile was like a devil's smile to the hawk-nosed protector. This was not an accomplished monk, but a Rakshasa from hell.
In an instant, he was scared out of his wits. His entire body was trembling, and he could not exert a single ounce of strength. He felt as if he was being stared at by an evil ghost. There was simply nowhere to escape.
"Storm Sword Technique!"
Even though he was trembling in fear, the hawk-nosed protector was still a peak Houtian realm expert. After hundreds of battles, he still resisted in the face of a life and death crisis.
With a clang, he pulled out a silver longsword from his body and displayed an exquisite sword technique.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
In an instant, sword qi immediately appeared in the air. Like a storm, hundreds and thousands of sword qi attacked Xia Ping. There was almost no blind spot.
Moreover, each sword qi had terrifying lethality, enough to easily pierce through the bodies of hungry wolves.
Back then, this hawk-nosed protector had relied on this Storm Sword Technique to sweep across the entire grassland. Even if he was surrounded by hundreds of people, he could easily kill them all.
With this one photo, he became a famous sword master in the Tubo Kingdom.
"Dragon Elephant Ring."
Xia Ping circulated the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art in his body, and a huge amount of Dragon-Elephant True Qi gushed out from the depths of his Dantian. He took a step forward and casually threw a punch.
In an instant, a terrifying fist force erupted from the depths of his fist. The air trembled, and it was as if nine giant dragons and nine giant elephants had run out from the depths of his fist, causing a phenomenon in the world.
Boom ~~
With just one strike, all the Sword Qi was instantly shattered into powder under the condensed fist force. It was as if the sky had collapsed and pierced through.
"Ah!"
The hook-nosed protector felt the fist force shake the surroundings, forming a terrifying resonance. It passed through the air and directly bombarded his body. First, the long sword in his hand was instantly shaken into a pile of scrap metal.
Then, his entire body flew backward. The fist force hit his chest. He could not help but let out a miserable cry and spit out a mouthful of blood.
With a thud, he fell from mid-air and fell down. His breath was weak, and it was obvious that he had lost half his life.
"Stop!"
At this moment, Tashi Dorje shouted angrily. He finally couldn't help but attack. If this continued, the four great guardians would be killed by this brat.
Even if he could recruit experts everywhere and continue to strengthen the power of the Black Cult, it was not so easy to recruit such a loyal and powerful guardian.
Whoosh!
He immediately flew up from the ground like an eagle. His speed was extremely fast, and his body carried a terrifying innate Gang Qi Qi. He emitted a powerful killing intent, shocking every Ningma Sect disciple present.
"Damn it, Tashi Dorje has made his move.”
"What should we do now? That's a Xiantian expert, how can we resist him?”
"Junior Brother Jiu Mozhi, will something happen to you?”
"He killed a peak Houtian expert. Junior brother Jiu Mozhi won't die so easily.”
"You're right. If something really happens, we'll attack together and save Junior Brother Jiu Mozhi even if we have to risk our lives. This is the future of our Ningma Sect.”
Many Ningma Sect disciples and elders were discussing among themselves. Their faces were solemn. They could feel the terrifying killing intent and the powerful innate Gang Qi from the leader of the Black Sect, Tashi Dorje.
Just now, Tashi Dorje's power was beyond doubt. With a casual palm, he had beaten several Ningma Sect elders to the point where they were half-crippled and had no strength to resist.
Even the master was helpless in this situation because the difference between the peak Houtian realm and the Xiantian realm was too great. It was simply an earth-shattering transformation.
A hundred peak Houtian experts might not even be able to kill an expert who had just entered the Xiantian realm.
Therefore, after Tashi Dorje advanced to the Xiantian realm, he claimed to be the number one expert in the Tubo Kingdom. Not many people dared to say that he was not. This was enough to prove Tashi Dorje's tyranny.
"Go to hell, Jiu Mozhi, Seven Severing Seven Deadly Palm!”
The leader of the Black Cult, Tashi Duoji, shouted angrily. He immediately used his famous ultimate technique, the Seven Severing Seven Deadly Palm. It was obvious that he was completely determined to kill Xia Ping and wanted to completely eliminate this mortal enemy.
He had only cultivated for a little more than a year, but his martial arts had actually advanced to such a level. If he was given another year, wouldn't he be soaring to the heavens?
At that time, no one in the entire Tubo would be his match.
No matter what, he had to get rid of the root of the problem today. Even if he couldn't kill Guru, he had to kill Jiu Mozhi.
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