"Yes, what Brother Jiang said is reasonable, Chen Hao is young, how can there be anything terrible, when I heard Yun Ting describe his strength, I was still a little shocked in my heart, I saw it at this moment, but so. Tian "Lai Xiao" said.2.

Feng Yunqing laughed and looked at the sky, revealing disdain.

He also didn't take Chen Hao in his heart, Chen Hao was too young to be wary.

The other elders of the hermit clan in Beijing all nodded in agreement, and a tacit smile appeared on the corner of their mouths.

However, many car owners watching from a distance were shocked and discussed.

"Oh yes, this is a peerless blockbuster movie for free. You say, who is the best between the young man who just flew out of the car and this old man?"

"The young man must be more powerful, his sword is so handsome, and it still flashes with electric sparks. ”

"You know a fart, I haven't heard that ginger is still old and spicy. Although this 'young white head' looks pretty good, compared to the old man, it shouldn't be good. ”

......

They speculated and refuted, so it was not lively.

And above the sky, Chen Hao was holding the Heavenly Thunder Sword in his hand, his face was cold, looking at Lao Yang Le's face full of anger, shooting out, and finally standing a hundred meters away from the opposite side.

"Earlier, if you handed over the Imperial Seal, the seven of us would spare your life and let you go back to Funiu Mountain. But now, your mouth is too stinky and insulted Elder Ben, only if you die can you relieve the hatred in my heart!"

Old Yang Le looked at Chen Hao and roared loudly, eager to cramp and peel Chen Hao's bones.

As the elder of the Yang family in Beijing, Chen Hao dared to be his grandfather, but he was really impatient.

"If you want me to die, your strength is not enough!" Chen Hao looked at Lao Yang Le, his eyelids blinked, and he snorted coldly.

"Ahh ”

"Turn the sky upside down!"

When Lao Yang Le heard Chen Hao's words, he rushed to the crown angrily, and in his body, the true qi of the late congenital stage was like a rolling river, and in an instant, it surged up and condensed towards the palm of his hand.

In an instant, on the palm of his hand, a three-meter-wide handprint was condensed, scattering terrifying ability fluctuations, this time, he used all his strength to give Chen Hao a lesson in death.

"Hey, Mrs. Yang looks down on Chen Hao'er, and he actually took out all his strength, and under this palm, Chen Hao'er is still not dead. ”

Under the sky, Jiang Yishan stroked his beard, his old mouth cracked, as if watching a play, and said with a smile.

Also in the late congenital stage, he could see the power of Yang Le's palm at a glance.

Chen Hao'er made Lao Yang very angry, otherwise, Lao Yang would have tried it first. However, this is fine, Chen Hao'er is destroyed, and the imperial seal can be obtained. As a thing that supports the luck of China, the imperial seal cannot fall into the hands of others except for the emperor of a country, and can only be owned by my seven hidden clans. ”

Ji Yun squinted his eyes slightly, his old face was relaxed, and he said slowly.

At this moment, he already thought that Chen Hao could not have the power to resist under Yang Le's full palm, and he would definitely die.

Even the onlookers not far away, even if they were high-level law enforcers, at this moment, when they saw the three-meter square pure palm print that shrouded Yang Le's palm, they sighed with sorrow, and felt that Chen Hao would definitely die.

It's really Yang Le who is too powerful, that huge palm print, exuding a terrifying momentum, shrouded in their hearts, making their hearts beat, and there is a feeling of being out of breath, it is conceivable that in the face of this palm, how much pressure Chen Hao is under, how can he cope with the past and be safe and sound?

"Die!"

Yang Lebai fluttered, his clothes hunting, his old mouth open, and he roared loudly.

Then, his palm, carrying a palm print with a radius of three meters, slapped it towards Chen Hao fiercely.

Call!

The palm print was huge, detached from the palm, swept the surrounding air, attracted the aura of heaven and earth, and turned into a huge tornado, whistling.

The tornado blew up dust and swept the clouds in the sky, so that the onlookers and law enforcers were all blinded, and sand blew in, crying.

However, curious, they found sunglasses from inside the car, found a scarf, put it on their heads, and showed only two eyes, looking high into the sky. A once-in-a-millennium natural war, and they don't want to miss it.

'This palm is extremely powerful, enough to slap Chen Hao'er into a pulp!'

Ji Yun and the others looked up at the sky, made a conclusion in their hearts, and waited for the moment when the blood and rain in the sky fell and Chen Hao turned into mud.

"Old horseman, look for death!"

Chen Hao's eyes were cold, he didn't expect Lao Yang Le to be ruthless, with such a palm, he obviously used all his strength, wanting to kill him.

Suddenly, he snorted coldly, and within his body, the incomparably powerful spiritual power was like a surging river, gushing out of his palm along the meridians, and pouring into the Heavenly Thunder Sword.

In an instant, the Heavenly Thunder Sword groaned and stirred, and in the sky, countless sharp sword qi was emitted, and the sword qi cut through the void, drawing a series of subtle black space cracks, so that the crazy tornado did not dare to approach, once it approached, it would be cut by the space cracks, and then swallowed without a trace.

"Sword up!"

Chen Hao suddenly raised his head and looked at the palm print made by Yang Le. The palm print is majestic, condensed like a jade, it is enough to see that the strength of the late congenital stage is strong, not comparable to the early and even middle congenital stage, and in the entire Chinese martial arts, it is almost the top existence.

However, as long as he is not a martial artist at the peak of the innate foundation, the strength of his cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building can still be crushed.

Suddenly, he held the Heavenly Thunder Sword in his palm, lifted it up, and raised it high, and the long sword light shot out from the sword body, under the clear sky, like an optimus giant pillar, stirring the vitality of heaven and earth, making the sky and the earth even more chaotic, making Ji Yun and the others face change suddenly.

"His sword is a bit extraordinary, how does this son cultivate, how can he be so strong, it's too incredible!" Ji Yun looked up at the sky and was a little stunned when he saw the sword.

"This powerful sword qi can actually compete with the strength emitted by Lao Yang's palm print, it should not be underestimated!" Jiang Yishan's eyes narrowed and he spoke. He didn't expect that the sword that Chen Hao hadn't yet swung would cause such momentum.

Several other people also sank in their hearts, a little worried, Chen Hao's sword aura was too strong, and Yang Le's palm print, there was a feeling of confrontation.

At this time, the sky.

The tip of the Heavenly Thunder Sword pointed straight to the sky, and Chen Hao's whole person was slender, like a long sword that covered the world, revealing an incomparably sharp aura, and his eyes were even more shining, like a god descending into the world.

"Slash!"

When his momentum reached its peak, he burst into a shout, grabbed the hilt of the Heavenly Thunder Sword with his palm, danced the sword body, danced the sword, and with an invincible spirit, drew an arc in the air, cutting the space, and a spatial crack with the thickness of an arm appeared, devouring everything around, even the air, even the storm.

In the end, Zhang Xu Jianmang was slashed on the palm print.