On the edge of the imperial capital of China, the manor of the Zhuo family.

The evening sun shines brightly, and the March breeze blows.

In this luxurious and graceful scenery, the giant palm that swirled with the light of internal force directly penetrated a distance of hundreds of meters, galloping above the people of the Martial Arts Sect Alliance, and fell decisively towards the terrified Zhuo Bicheng.

Han Dong made a move, and the killing was decisive!

This slap blasted out a terrifying force that shook the audience, the strength condensed, the light was shining, and the more than ten people of the Martial Arts Sect Alliance were all stunned in place, feeling like a crisis on their backs, and the people of the Zhuo family were even more unbearable.

"Ahh

"What is this, the Art of Oneness?"

Countless people got up from their seats and fell on top of the delicate blankets one after another.

And even the people of the Zhuo clan, who were tenacious and tried to sit firmly like a mountain, were crumbling, as if an earthquake disaster was coming, shaking the land of the manor.

Round table in the middle.

Zhuo Bicheng stood in place, so frightened that his mind was blank, he couldn't think at all, and could only subconsciously roar.

No!

Father, help!

Zhuo Bicheng trembled, raised his head in despair, and looked up at this light palm that broke through the sky, but he was at the peak of the martial arts realm and had no power to resist.

Especially.

On the light palm, there are clear palm prints.

Side.

The white-haired old man Zhuo Yongshi was shocked.

"Penetrating strength?"

"Condensing substance?"

As the helmsman of the high-ranking Martial Sect Realm and the Zhuo family, he has seen a lot of knowledge over the years, but witnessing the Martial Generals Realm playing such a mysterious technique is also thrilling.

What is a legend in the world, he finally saw it.

"I respect you as a contemporary Tianjiao. ”

"But kill me in front of me, I'm afraid you're thinking too much. Zhuo Yongshi snorted coldly, and his body as steady as Mount Tai rose in the air, and with a grasp of his right palm, he actually condensed a lightsaber.

The unity level of art can communicate the power of heaven and earth.

But the degree of substantiation of the art of unity, where can it be combined with the internal force, he Zhuo Yongshi is a dignified and upright martial arts realm, controlling all things, condensing the sword in his hands, and exhaling the sharp sword light.

No exaggeration.

Even if a missile hits, it doesn't matter.

"Sword up!"

Zhuo Yongshi didn't use martial arts at all, and tempered a light sword with internal force, which turbulent the surroundings and directly smashed this giant palm of light.

Click.

The Giant Palm of Light collapsed and dissipated into the air.

"Father!"

Zhuo Bicheng, who escaped death, burst into tears with excitement, both fear and ecstasy.

One way or another.

I finally survived...... The other Zhuo clan members in the main hall also breathed a sigh of relief, if they allowed Han Dong to slap Zhuo Bicheng to death with one palm, they would also feel humiliated.

Zhuo's affairs are ultimately handled by themselves.

If outsiders are allowed to act unscrupulously, the family cohesion of the Zhuo family will also decline greatly.

Entrance to the main hall.

More than ten people from the Martial Arts Sect Alliance, the highest is only the peak of the Martial Generals Realm, and they hurriedly retreated to the side, with a look of shock in their eyes: "This is a thorough internal force, using your own strength to affect everything around you, and condensing the essence in the blink of an eye." ”

And the woman who took out the ruling order earlier trembled.

Imagine.

If this giant palm of light was directly pushed sideways and swept in, I am afraid that these members of the Martial Arts Sect would definitely be seriously injured on the spot. In severe cases, it can even be life-threatening.

Thinking of this, the woman felt resentment in her heart.

"Hmph. ”

"Contemporary Tianjiao Han Dong. Without waiting for Zhuo Yongshi to ask, the beautiful woman stared at Han Dong a hundred meters away with round eyes, and her willow eyebrows stood up and looked at Han Dong who was a hundred meters away: "We belong to the Martial Arts Sect Alliance, and we are here to arrest Zhuo Bicheng, interrogate him, and deal with it in accordance with the regulations." ”

The middle-aged woman at the head of the group had a slight change in her face.

But the beautiful woman was young and vigorous, her pretty face was like frost, and she spoke: "Please leave, don't disturb our martial arts sect alliance." ”

As soon as this statement came out.

The middle-aged woman opened her mouth and sighed lightly: "Zhuo Bicheng at this time can't be killed for the time being." Anyway, I have to dissuade Han Dong, it is better to let Xiao Xue, who has just joined the company, come forward to avoid offending this Han Dong. ”

As we all know, Han Dong is not only Tianjiao.

Even since the successive Huaguo Tianjiao, no one can compare to Han Dong.

And the silence of the middle-aged woman also made Zhuo Bicheng seize a glimmer of life, and his eyes were full of pride: "There is the obstruction of the martial arts alliance in the front, and my biological father stands with a sword in the back, let you be a legend in the world, and I am helpless." ”

The people of the Zhuo clan around also felt at ease.

Seeing Han Dong's Xuanqi force with their own eyes really made them tremble, but the two lines of defense of the Sect Alliance personnel and the patriarch Zhuo Yongshi cut off all fear.

However.

The words of a beautiful woman have no effect.

Phew!

Han Dong dusted off his pitch-black trench coat, thirty meters in one step, ninety meters in two steps, straight as a pine, and stood in front of the door of the luxuriously decorated main hall.

The black and white eyes are unparalleled.

"Zhuo Bicheng. ”

"I only want to ask you, you can get the Qingshan East Sea Chart. Han Dong stood with his hands in his hands and said lightly.

He is here alone, shaking the sky.

Whether it is a young and beautiful woman, or a middle-aged woman led by the members of the Sect Alliance, they all tremble, and they can't open their mouths at all in the face of the fierce murderous machine.

Berserk!

It's just unscrupulous!

The face of the beautiful woman is flushed.

Her pupils constricted, her teeth clenched, and her slender jade hands clenched into fists, but she finally hung her head, and her trembling delicate body leaned against the inside of the door of the main hall. Including the middle-aged woman and the rest of the clan alliance members, they also involuntarily moved two steps to the side.

Tianjiao's words deter the audience!

It was like a momentum that swallowed thousands of miles of desolation, swept the sky and the earth, and directly overturned the pure gold plaque at the main entrance of the main hall.

Click.

The plaque smashed to the ground and shattered in two.

There are only more than ten military generals in the realm, Han Dong is just air, and his cold gaze falls directly on Zhuo Bicheng's face who is trembling: "You can't take it, can you?"

"Han, Han, Han-"

Zhuo Bicheng was so shocked that his whole body froze and stumbled.

Sonorous.

Hearing only a sword sound, Zhuo Yongshi held a sword that pierced through the air, and walked forward leisurely, standing in front of his son Zhuo Bicheng: "I can't take it, how can I take it?"

He boasted of being a high-ranking martial arts realm that had lasted for a long time, and he had polished the realm for decades. Rao is title three-step martial arts realm is here, and he can also maneuver around for a while.

But it doesn't make sense.

There were only two loud shouts in response.

"If you can't take it, you'll die!"

"If you can take it, you will die!"

Han Dong stepped forward, the light blue figure was like thunder and lightning, no more words, no hesitation, like the Xuanhe fist wind of Jiaolong going out to sea, oppressing the whole audience and gathering in Zhuo Bicheng.

Three thousand merry, condensed into a touch of edge.

The art of unity shows the power of brilliance.

"Oops!"

Han Dong didn't agree with a word, I'm afraid he would really kill Zhuo Bicheng on the spot. The middle-aged woman leaned against the doorway, and could only stare at a pair of eyes in horror.

Hiss!

The beautiful woman also gasped.

But she adhered to the regulations of the Zongmeng, and she was most unaccustomed to people who violated the regulations, so she opened her mouth and shouted: "No, Zhuo Bicheng must be arrested and interrogated, and you can't kill him." ”

Between the silence of the audience, there was only the wind and flow.

Whew!

Han Dong's right finger moved slightly, pointing directly at Zhuo Bicheng, and the three thousand winds were churning: "I can kill it." ”

The face was as indifferent as frost, and the indescribable light flowed sharply, killing Zhuo Bicheng in the air, and the aftermath of the turmoil alone had already prompted more than ten round tables to be thrown into the walls on both sides.

Merry and sharp, open up a path.

Brand new blankets, tearing and lingering.

It seemed that a century of dead silence was long, and everyone present was moved, retreating backwards, all staring at this scene nervously and frightened, leaving only Zhuo Yongshi and Zhuo Bicheng in the center of the main hall.

"You're going too far!"

"Sword out!" Zhuo Yongshi carried the long sword formed by the solid internal force, and slashed obliquely, mixed with thick and inexplicable strength, like the undulating tide of the sea, rolling up a thousand layers of waves.

In an instant, the sword light was entwined.

Whew!

The wind flow containing the power of the mysterious Qi continuously hit the sword light, gradually dissipating, and reinforcing the air.

"Huh?"

The middle-aged woman was stunned.

"It is worthy of being a high-ranking martial arts realm Zhuo Yongshi who is well-known in the imperial capital, and he is obviously superior to Han Dong. The beautiful woman's face showed joy, she didn't care for any reason, anyway, Zhuo Bicheng couldn't die.

Otherwise.

Didn't they make a trip in vain?

As for the Zhuo family, they stretched out their necks almost overjoyed, staring at the swirling sword light, their eyes filled with pride and pride.

Look!

This is the force of the patriarch Zhuo Yongshi! Even if Tianjiao Han Dong comes to the door to ask for the guilt, it is nothing more than that.

After a moment.

The sword light suddenly swept up the remaining wind current, shattering it into nothing.

"Alright. ”

Zhuo Yongshi stood with his sword in his hand and said coldly: "Do you know that you are advancing and retreating, you can't kill my son, so you still stand aside obediently, let the Martial Arts Sect Alliance personnel arrest him, and punish him with their own regulations." ”

Actually, he didn't want to be an enemy of Han Dong.

But at this point, instead of being polite and kind words to persuade him, it is better to break it with a sword, so that Han Dong can know what the sky is high and the earth is thick.

"It's just a sword light, it's insignificant. ”

Han Dong leaned on his left palm behind his back and slowly poked out: "Zhuo Bicheng is a prisoner and steals himself, colludes with the Sakura Island Country, and secretly steals the relics of my Qingshan Sect with Murakami, and he will return it with his life." ”

Anyway.

The left palm is shining, like a brilliant jade seal, devastated and pressed forward.

Faced with this unpretentious palm, Zhuo Yongshi felt an unparalleled crisis, and he didn't care about it carefully, he shouted in the air, and his long sword was sprinkled.

"Sword out!"

It seemed that the golden long sword, vibrating violently, turned into a brilliant meteor light, instantly piercing the air and dust, like a river of gold.

The crowd was shocked.

The sword that was comparable to the golden river slashed at Han Dong's left palm, which was as clear as jade.

Sonorous!!!

Five fingers together, pinching the alloy-colored sword.

"What?"

"Your skin is like jade, are you about to enter the realm of the Martial Sect?" Zhuo Yongshi, who was urging the lightsaber, stood in place with a pale face, in disbelief.

The body is like a crystal jade, which is the characteristic of the Martial Sect Realm!

Click!

Han Dong pinched out the long sword in his left palm, and no matter how the lightsaber trembled violently, he still didn't move, and at this time, he looked at Zhuo Yongshi lightly.

"I still exchange gifts from the Qingshan Sect, and the flying sword will be returned to you. ”

After the words fell, all the internal forces of the strength flowed.

With a flip of his left palm, he threw his lightsaber straight forward.

At this time, the sword light, which was far sharper than before, broke through the sky brightly, like a golden rainbow that ran through the sun, moon and starry sky, dragging a long tail flame.

"Shhh

Zhuo Yongshi subconsciously took a half step back.

This rebounding sword light actually gave him a fiery charm of a meteor tearing through the night—it contained an unpredictable inspiration!

Meanwhile.

Han Dong stepped into the air, and the light that evolved and swirled around his body was merry, and his right finger suddenly pointed out: "Steal my Qingshan Sect treasure, and I will take your life." ”

Although Zhuo Bicheng was in the center of the main hall, it seemed that he was alone.

Between heaven and earth.

All that's left is the lightning of your fingers.

Zhuo Bicheng, who was panicked, was unwilling to roar: "You are provoking my father who is a high-ranking martial sect realm, you are provoking the entire Zhuo family!"

"Martial Sect must not be humiliated, Zhuo Clan cannot be humiliated!"

However.

No matter how he roared, Han Dong seemed to ride the wind and waves.

The right finger of the wind and light lightly touched the center of Zhuo Bicheng's eyebrows, filled with a cold chill, the internal force flowed, and the shock spread, killing Zhuo Bicheng of the Zhuo family on the spot.

"You know—"

"My Qingshan Sect is even more insulting!"

Han Dong stood in the air, looking at Zhuo Bicheng, who was frozen in place and had no life, his eyes were like the indifference of a ghost mirror lake.

Master Ning Mo left, and his life was short.

During these days, those who dared to provoke the Qingshan Sect were destined to face the thunderous killing of him Han Dong.

"Dead. ”

"Zhuo Bicheng is really dead. ”

The people of the Zhuo clan held their breath in panic, their minds were blank, and more than ten people from the Martial Arts Sect Alliance were also trembling with their legs, not daring to look directly at Han Dong, who was as majestic as a god.

Sonorous!

The sword light is like a tide, and the internal force is flowing.

Zhuo Yongshi slashed at Han Dong with a sword, all the white hair drifted in the air, and his whole body revealed a terrifying and sharp edge: "You came to kill my son, today I will cut off your arms and destroy your Tianjiao qualifications." ”

"Oh. ”

Han Dong looked back, his face indifferent.

"I'm afraid I've always been too elegant and gentlemanly, so that you will forget—I, Nai, Qing, Mountain, Zong, Sect, Disciple!" The voice was low and cold, and his left palm suddenly stood up, like a majestic mountain piercing the sky, instantly slashing towards Zhuo Yongshi.

It is like a light blue Xuanxuan god, with the spirit of eight desolations and thousands of miles, with the mighty momentum of stepping through the clouds, coming out of the world, descending boundless majesty.

Click!

The blood is boiling, the muscles and bones are roaring, and the internal force is collapsing!

Han Dong's left palm slashed out, manifesting the immeasurable slash of chopping waves, attracting the surrounding air, causing everyone in the audience to hold their breath and stare at their eyes straight, as if looking up at the existence above the Nine Heavenly Gates.

Knock! Knock!

Three steps into the air, Han Dong split Zhuo Yongshi with his palm.

Disheveled!!!

The left palm collided with the sword, and time froze.

The indescribable majestic waves swept through the main hall, spread in all directions, and resounded under the sky.