Just one name, like the power of Ning Dan, many monks present are cold at the moment, like falling into an ice cellar.

The bodies of the monks of the seventh-grade and eighth-rank forces trembled, and their faces turned pale.

"Senior, that young man is just a cultivator of the Divine Source Realm, why are you so afraid of him?" next to a middle-aged man, a young looking boy said softly.

The middle-aged man was also a third-turn monk, but he pulled the man and walked outside the palace, "I am willing to give up the opportunity of this palace, and I will retreat first today!"

Immediately, all the Divine Source Realm monks clasped their fists and saluted Qin Hao, and then retreated to the outside of the palace.

Qin Hao stood with his hands in his hands, and didn't care about those retreating monks, as far as he was concerned, if he didn't provoke him, he naturally didn't need to add a blood debt to himself.

A clear conscience is peace of mind!

At this moment, almost all the monks had receded, and only a few bold ones were still waiting, but they did not dare to make any moves.

Outside the palace, the young man asked the same question to the third-turn monk again, "There are so many of us, why should we be afraid of him, a monk who has turned around in the Divine Source Realm?"

These words made the middle-aged man stunned, and his eyes looked at the palace with a hint of fear.

After a long time, there was still no movement, and then he said solemnly: "That young man's strength is not comparable to ours at all, what is the use of more people, it's not just a few more corpses!"

"A few months ago, the killing god in the Ximan Mountain, the Great Perfection of the Immortal Martial Realm singled out nearly a hundred monks in the Moyun Palace, and killed more than 20 of the Divine Source Realm. And now, he is already a monk, and he can break through the big formation with one finger, slash three monks with one sword, and the fourth monk can't make two moves. ”

The middle-aged man pale, "Do you really think that many of our Divine Source Realm cultivators will be able to snatch the opportunity inheritance in his hands?"

The young man's face was shocked, and he raised his eyes to look inside the palace, and suddenly felt a chill.

At this moment, the middle-aged man's voice sounded again, "Counting us monks, there are only more than thirty people above the second turn of the Divine Source Realm, even if we can fight with the fourth or even fifth turn monks together?"

"That young man kills me and waits......" The middle-aged man paced, his voice solemn, "It's like killing a chicken!"

......

In the palace, on the bones of the Da Luo Immortal Realm, the pale golden light became more and more dim, as if all the understandings had been emptied, and the proud skull drooped impressively at this moment.

Qin Hao's eyes moved slightly, a faint smile appeared on his face, and his thin lips opened slightly, "It's over!"

As Qin Hao thought, at the moment when the skull drooped, an extremely terrifying aura erupted around Wang Hanxu's body.

At this moment, he seems to be a living golden immortal, but his cultivation is already only in the Divine Source Realm, and the cultivation of the original three turns of the Divine Source Realm has broken into the fourth turn.

The fourth transformation of cultivation is, there is the inheritance of the three-grade great sect Daluo Jinxian, and it is more than enough to face a six-grade sect!

Qin Hao was as indifferent as ever, his perception was slightly scattered, and immediately, his palm shook suddenly, and the sword light in the sky seemed to be attracted by Qin Hao, and in just a few breaths, it dispersed in this palace.

The clouds and smoke dissipated, revealing the exhausted disciples of the Refining Weapon Valley in them, under their feet, the originally flat ground, under the cloud smoke sword light, had already cracked and spread, and even the Xuan robe on their bodies was also under this sword light, the light was dim, and they could hardly play a defensive role.

Wang Hanxu's eyes were awe-inspiring, there was a jade box in his hand, he slowly walked in front of Qin Hao, and said softly: "This is that Tai Sui, this jade box can maintain the immortal qi for a long time." ”

Then, he walked towards Wang Anxu, and there was still a voice again, "Thank you Brother Qin for protecting you!"

The two brothers both threw deep thanks to Qin Hao, and then, those eyes were cold again.

"The enmity of your parents, I will draw a wave of blood from you first!"

Suddenly, a long knife appeared, and two blue-robed figures rushed into the disciples of the Refining Weapon Valley.

Rumble!

Li Hui only felt that he was being hit by a five-hundred-pound fat man, and it was difficult for him to resist with just one sword, not to mention losing an arm, and now his strength has dropped greatly.

Wang Hanxu's face is already hideous, and Wang Anxu is the same.

How they wished they would never know this secret, but now it seems that the only way to break the state of mind is to break it.

"Kill the Immortals!"

In the next moment, Wang Hanxu raised his arms, exposing his voice, he bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of essence blood gushed out, falling on the four-foot long knife, and the white blade of Senhan changed instantly, like a bloody blade, the soldier of Shura!

Rumble!

I saw that on the four-foot long knife, one after another flashed one after another, like blood, and one after another red fairy rays slashed towards Li Hui.

At the same time, in Wang Anxu's hand, the crimson bow appeared, and the bow and arrow were bent!

With each attack, three arrows dragged the rainbow mangs towards the disciples of the Refining Weapon Valley, even if they couldn't inflict fatal damage, they had no time to take care of each other and were tired of dodging the attack.

The entire palace was shaking, crumbling, and the battle between the disciples of the Refining Weapon Valley was like a decisive battle between kryptonite players, and one magic weapon after another appeared one after another.

Including the two brothers Wang Anxu, there are more than 100 seven-grade magic weapons appearing in this palace at this moment, and even the eight-grade and nine-grade magic weapons are even more unknown.

"What do you think you two brothers can do!?" Li Hui also burst out angrily, "I have already sent a message to the senior brothers of the Refining Weapon Valley, even if you can leave this palace alive today!?"

"The Refining Weapon Sect is also with you to the death!"

Li Hui's anger, but Wang Anxu didn't hear it, in his hands, two wooden boxes had already appeared, and the corners of his mouth even showed a touch of cruelty.

"Give me death!"

Suddenly, the wooden box was wide open, and there seemed to be a sharp edge in it, and more than a thousand millimeters of needles surged out.

This time, the rainstorm pear flower needle, even Qin Hao also changed color slightly, and he could feel the grade of those milli needles, each of which reached the eighth grade.

Compared to what I used before, I don't know how many times more terrifying.

The rainstorm pear blossom needles were overwhelming, appearing in the sky, and suddenly fell on the immortal source of a three-turn monk, and in the whooshing sound, the immortal source of the Xuan robe and even the body protection was all torn.

In the roar of the faces of the many Xuan-robed disciples, there was no trace of vitality in the body of the three-turn cultivator.

The wooden box fell to the ground, and Wang Anxu had another iron sword in his hand, which was extremely heavy.

"What if the Refining Weapon Valley is one of the four major sects, the ...... of the deceased father and mother?"

The next moment, two loud laughter resounded in the hall, the long knife in Wang Hanxu's hand was no longer there, and an iron sword also appeared, he wiped the blood on his face, and faced several third-turn monks, without the slightest fear.

The two brothers even said in unison, "How can you repay the blood feud?"

The two figures suddenly rioted, not at all like a sheep entering the mouth of a tiger, it was a jackal, a tiger and a leopard entering the flock!

With the blood shadows, the sound of the robe tearing, and the roar of the magic weapon colliding, the two green rays were almost seven in and seven out, unstoppable.

Until the last figure landed, his mouth was about to move, but he couldn't make a sound at all and fell into life, and the two blue-robed figures stood in blood, their eyes were calm.

"Blood!"