Facing the eight swords of the Nine Yang Divine Sword, the Fourteenth Prince just smiled indifferently. He still carried his hands behind his back, not dodging or dodging. In an instant, an unprecedented brilliant golden light suddenly released from the body of the Fourteenth Prince, overshadowing Han Lin'er's Jiuyang Divine Skill. Precisely......

Golden-colored ripples scurry away - pure gold!

The strongest talisman in the "Six Styles" can achieve the incorruptible body of King Kong. Water and fire are invasive, the gods are difficult to hurt, and they are indestructible. The mere Jiuyang Divine Sword, on the "pure gold" side, is only equal to a breeze.

"Dangdang~~"

Eight sounds of gold and iron resonated in succession, sonorous and piercing, shaking all directions. The fourteen princes were sturdy, and they were hit by eight swords, but they were still unharmed. But when it was too late, I saw Han Lin'er's body move suddenly, and the thumbs of both hands were combined, and a brilliant cloud of golden light burst out that had never been seen before.

"The surname Xiao, you go to die!

With the power of the Nine Yang Sect, even if the White Lotus Sect Master only issued a Great Yang Sword or a Young Yang Sword alone, the power was strong enough to penetrate the nine bronze statues at the same time. The combination of the two yangs, the power has skyrocketed exponentially, and it is definitely not something that human flesh and blood can withstand. Han Lin'er was convinced that after his move, he would definitely be able to break the incorruptible golden body of the Fourteenth Prince and take his life.

"The two swords are combined, what is the way? Give me: break!"

Hey snorted coldly, the fourteenth prince put the two fingers of his right hand together, understated, and moved forward a little. "Armed with color ripples - finger guns!"

At the moment of lightning speed, the four fingers, impartial, and without any pretense, directly shook each other, and suddenly burst out with a shocking sound of metal impact.

Everyone in the mourning hall felt as if they had been pierced into their ears by a red-hot needle, and the pain was terrible. Those who are slightly worse in cultivation will fall unconscious on the spot. Even Xu Da and Chang Yuchun and other people with advanced skills must hold their ears tightly and protect their bodies, which is slightly more comfortable. Such a momentum is simply earth-shattering and terrifying.

The sword fingers are fighting, the sound is still in the ears, and suddenly the sound of "ping pong~" breaking out again. The Shuangyang Sword Qi completely collapsed and shattered, and the residual power turned into fragments, like thousands of dense flying locusts, and at the same time, it slammed into Han Lin'er's body in turn.

The White Lotus Sect Master used the Nine Yang Divine Sword to his fullest, and his true qi was exhausted, and he was unable to resist the residual power of the sword qi, so he suddenly shook back. It flew out of the gate of the mourning hall like a cannonball, and slammed into the large pine tree planted in the courtyard, which was several feet tall and had many leafy branches.

Although the tree is as thick as an adult's waist, it also couldn't stand the blow and broke off on the spot. The upper half of the tree, together with the canopy, collapsed violently, stirring up the sand and rocks, and the momentum was mighty and domineering.

"Hehe, Jiuyang Divine Sword? hehe, the rainbow breaks the sun?"

The Fourteenth Prince withdrew his fingers, smiled faintly, and shook his head. Although he didn't say much, the look of disdain and contempt was overflowing, and it was worth a thousand words.

Although he was outside the mourning hall, he was buried by a fallen tree, so that he couldn't see the expression between the eyebrows of the fourteenth prince. But just by the sound that drifted into his ears with the wind, Han Lin'er could already completely imagine it. How proud that hateful enemy is at this moment. And in the eyes of Liu Bowen, Li Shanchang, Xu Da, and Chang Yuchun, how embarrassed they are. It's just imposing, like a ...... who can't help himself Clown?!

Han Lin'er was afraid of failure, even more than death. Because death can only take his life, but failure will make him an incompetent person in the eyes of the world.

If it's just an ordinary person, incompetence is incompetence, and it's not a big deal. After all, aren't more than 90 percent of the people in this world living their lives in mediocrity? However, Han Lin'er is not an ordinary person. He is the leader of the White Lotus Sect, the living Buddha of Maitreya, and the incarnation of King Ming. What's more, he is the bloodline inheritor of Han Shantong!

Han Shantong, he personally founded the White Lotus Sect and grew it from an obscure small sect to the largest sect in the world. He is also the number one master in the world, and he is the leader of the uprising against the Yuan. When the world's heroes mention the word "Han Shantong", who doesn't worship and admire?

Now, the inheritance has been passed on to him. How could he tarnish his father's reputation and let his father's life's work come to naught because of his own incompetence? If this is the case, how can he be worthy of his father and mother under the Nine Springs?

Therefore, Han Lin'er can die, but he must not be defeated! Even if he sacrifices his life and burns his body, he must not let his father's reputation be damaged, let alone let the White Lotus Sect become a joke in the eyes of the world. Absolutely not!

With a horizontal heart, Han Lin'er clenched her fists, and her eyes burst into red light. Between the loud shouts, he was desperate and suddenly urged the Jiuyang Divine Skill in his body to the peak realm.

said that it was too late, and then it was fast, and the nine blazing flames were like nine little suns, revealing through Han Lin'er's body. The temperature is so high that the heat is better than the oven, the iron is boiled and the gold is melted, and it is indestructible! I only heard the loud sound of "boom~" erupting, and the whole big tree that pressed on him was incinerated into ashes by Jiuyang Divine Skill on the spot!

The blazing flames erupted into the sky. Rolling heatwaves, boiling and surging. Han Lin'er's whole body was shrouded in flames, as if he was a god of fire from above the sun, and strode back into the mourning hall. Everywhere I went, the bricks that were laid on the ground were burned and melted on the spot, turning into magma!

The air was scorched like water, blurring vision. All the furnishings in the mourning hall, such as the white cloth curtains, could not stand the heat and disappeared without a trace in an instant. The generals were even more unable to resist the high temperature, and were forced to retreat again and again, and even had to hold their breath for fear of the heat invading, and burned their throats, trachea, and lungs on the spot.

However, this kind of temperature is not in the eyes of the Fourteenth Prince. His eyes were like electricity, he swept a few glances at Han Lin'er, and frowned: "The true qi is running too quickly, the flame is fierce and impure, and it can't be put away." Sect Master Han, listen to my advice and leave. Otherwise, if you continue to fight, you will only play with fire and bring about your own destruction. ”

"Fart! This sect leader is Maitreya Living Buddha descended to earth, and it is King Ming who descended into the world! Jiuyang has achieved great achievements, and I am invincible in the world!"

The raging flames enveloped his body, and he couldn't see the expression between Han Lin'er's eyebrows clearly. His voice, however, was firm, not full of fanaticism. He raised his right hand, gritted his teeth and said, "The surname Xiao, don't think that if you break the Jiuyang Divine Sword, you will be able to defeat this sect master." Jiuyang Divine Skill's most powerful move, the Thunderbolt Divine Palm, will burn you to ashes today!"

Before the words fell, Han Lin'er gathered fire into a ball, as if holding a round of sun in his palm. In an instant, the pupils of Liu Bowen's eyes contracted suddenly, and he exclaimed: "Thunderbolt Divine Palm! It is the strongest Thunderbolt Divine Palm in Jiuyang Divine Skill! Everyone retreat quickly, all exit the mourning hall, and go as far as possible!"

couldn't help but say, Liu Bowen suddenly moved to the spiritual platform, and snatched Zhu Yuanzhang's ashes jar and tiger talisman in his arms. immediately grabbed Ma Xiuying, turned around and ran.

Half of the Vientiane True Treasure was fused in his mind, so that Liu Bowen was completely clear about how terrible the Jiuyang Thunderbolt was!

Everyone in the mourning hall, including the strongest Xu Da and Chang Yuchun, there was no one who could resist the Thunderbolt Divine Palm. Even, even if the two masters of Han Shantong and Temujin, who fought against Bailuzhuang that day, may not be able to retreat under the thunderbolt of Jiuyang.

Will the Fourteenth Prince be able to resist it? Liu Bowen didn't know. He only knew that even the aftermath of the Jiuyang Thunderbolt explosion would be absolutely devastating. At this moment, the mourning hall has become a forbidden place for life, and no one should approach it. If you continue to stay, you will be asking for your own death!

Since Liu Bowen took the lead in leaving, the rest of the generals naturally have no reason to insist on staying. In an instant, everyone rushed as if they had been pardoned. However, in the blink of an eye, above the mourning hall, there were only two left, the Fourteenth Prince and Han Lin'er. Even those lotus petal maids who were twisted off their joints and couldn't move were taken away by the kind Chang Yuchun by order.

"Hmph, it's all a bunch of cowards. It's all useless. Han Lin'er sneered disdainfully: "Surnamed Xiao, you won't be as useless as them, right?" If you don't want to be a bear, just stay and take over the Thunderbolt Divine Palm of this sect leader." ”

"As the saying goes, it's a good saying. If you don't reach the heart of the Yellow River, you won't die, and you won't turn back if you don't hit the south wall. Han Lin'er, your stubbornness will be the biggest reason for the destruction of the White Lotus Sect. ”

The fourteenth prince paused, and said lightly: "I don't know how to advance or retreat, I just want to be strong." For the sake of some face, he did not hesitate to fight hard? It is simply unreasonable. You, Han Lin'er, are actually not qualified to be the leader of the White Lotus Sect at all. Even, he is not qualified to be Han Shantong's son. ”

Han Lin'er gritted her teeth, furious, and almost uncontrollable in anger. Because the fourteenth prince said everything in his heart. is not qualified to be the leader of the White Lotus Sect, and is not qualified to be Han Shantong's son, this kind of thing, for Han Lin'er, is a thousand times more painful than death, ten thousand times!

In order to escape this pain, in order to prove that everything the Fourteenth Prince said was all nonsense, White Lotus Sect Leader Han Lin'er had only one choice.

"Surnamed Xiao, you've talked enough nonsense. Han Lin'er's eyes radiated a fire of hatred. He said sharply: "Now, you give this sect master to roll down to the eighteenth layer of hell!

The shouts were still in his ears, and Han Lin'er burst out of the air with a palm. The blazing fireball that was holding it in his palm and spinning at high speed immediately blasted towards the Fourteenth Prince like a cannonball. On the ground of the mourning hall, the fierce force that was broken through the air by the fireball when he landed fiercely drew a straight and long pit. The boiling heat wave is rolling wildly, turning the entire space in all directions into an oven in hell!

"Well, this is the Thunderbolt Palm? The Fourteenth Prince nodded slightly. With just a glance, he had roughly estimated the power of this fireball, far surpassing the level of the Great Grandmaster. Unless it is a half-step innate, it is impossible to resist at all. Just a light touch, and immediately the fireball will be burned to ashes.