Now, Shen Nan finally doesn't have to be afraid!

......

After Su Hongjin withdrew from the dynasty, he walked towards the harem.

When he came to Su Qin's door, the door to the current room was closed. Su Hong paused, did not knock on the door, but turned around and left.

He guessed that Su Qin might be practicing closure and didn't bother him.

Back in the dormitory, Su Hong continued to read the folded sheet, and soon a noise and reproach came out of the door.

"What people!"

"Ahh

There was a faint quarrel and screaming, and it seemed that someone had broken into the palace and walked straight to the place.

"Huh?"

Su Hong frowned, she didn't seem to have much fluctuation, calm and calm.

Liu Yu and Wei Zhihao looked at each other, hurriedly protected in front of Su Hongti, and whispered: "Uncle, go from behind." ”

Song Qi stood up and took out a flying sword from the storage bag. He looked serious and shook his head: "I'm afraid I can't go." ”

Click!

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the dormitory was knocked open by a huge force and was torn apart.

More than a dozen practitioners broke through the meteor, looking forward to the arrival and domineering of the meteor.

As soon as Song Qi's eyes were swept over, he couldn't help but be shocked and out of breath.

Samurai Monk!

More than a dozen cultivators, all basic monks!

Building higher for two people is the foundation of the later stage!

This power is almost devastating for the vassal states.

"When will Yan offend such a force?"

Song Qi suddenly thought, "There is no reason, I rarely had contact with cultivators before, and it is impossible to offend these people." ”

Song Qi's gaze fell on the marks on the waists of a dozen basic monks, and he looked at them intently.

Bixia!

Bixia Palace, one of the five major families!

Something is wrong!

Song Qiqiang pretended to be calm and smiled: "Several ancestors of Bixia Palace have come to the king's city, they have lost their way to greet them, and they are still forgiving their sins.

Liang Hao didn't even look at Song Qi, raised his head slightly, looked up at the sky with his nostrils, looked around, and finally looked at Su Hong, who was sitting in the middle. He frowned and asked, "Are you Yan Wang Su Hong?"

"It's me"

Su Hong slowly stood up, looking calm. Liu Yu and Wei Zhihao were pushed away and looked directly at Liang Hao.

"Oh"

The corners of Liu Hongyi's mouth showed a hint of mockery, and he smiled: "It's really ignorant and fearless, you can still be so calm now, I don't know if you will be afraid, get urinated for a while!"

"I don't know what you were doing when you broke into the Salt Palace. ”

Su Hong had a dull tone, not inferiority.

"What are you doing?"

Liang Hao's face sank, and he suddenly took a sip: "Su Hong, how dare you look at my Bixia Palace fairy, don't kneel down for me!"

The sound was deafening, echoing through the dormitory, full of power.

It seems that there really is a fairy who looks down at the child and asks loudly.

Not to mention mortals, even Song Qi's face was a little pale, he felt tightness in his chest, and his heart suddenly jumped.

Su Hong raised her head, suddenly smiled, and asked, "Why do I kneel?"

"Sure enough, it's ignorant, it seems that you can't see the coffin without tears, you really have to endure a little bit!"

Liu Hongyi, this face is fierce. Just as he was about to walk forward, a voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"The people in Bixia Palace are really nice, they often force people to kneel, hehe. ”

This sentence was obviously full of ridicule and contempt, and it immediately aroused the anger in Bixia Palace's heart, and she looked back again and again.

I saw a man in a green shirt walking around, his eyebrows were beautiful, like a Confucian scholar, but his eyes were squinted, as narrow as a knife, and there was a cold light shining in them, to the extreme.

Behind the man in the green shirt was a woman in a pink dress, her beauty breathtaking, her eyes generally seemed to talk, expecting the flow and ripples in the hearts of many monks.

More than a dozen monks of Bixia Palace, both men and women, were attracted by the appearance of this pink-dressed woman and forgot where they were for a while.

It wasn't until the man in the green shirt and the girl in the pink dress passed through the crowd and into the hall that people gradually crossed God.

Liang Hao and Liu Hongyi hurriedly used peeping techniques to explore them.

The woman in the pink dress seems to have practiced some kind of secret art, and the realm is vague and profound.

This green-shirted monk is nothing special. He is nothing more than a mid-term and san of a Kergi

Liang Hao and Liu Hongyi laughed at themselves.

The two men saw that the green monk and the pink skirt girl did not have any identity signs. They are considered decentralized or from the patriarchal gates, and they are not afraid.

Seeing the woman in the pink dress, whether it is Liang Hao or Liu Hongyi, there is an idea that it is to show great strength and win the favor of the girl in the pink dress.

The green-shirted monk and the woman in the pink dress were naturally Su Qin and Ji Chun.

Su Qin walked into the hall, couldn't take his eyes off it, and saw that no one was injured in the hall, and his heart's will converged slightly.

Although Song Qi didn't speak, he kept winking at Su Qin, reminding him that the other party's cultivation was higher than him, from Bixia Palace, with a deep background and strong strength.

Su Hong saw Su Qin appear, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

Su Qin smiled and nodded to Su Hong, Song Qi and the others, signaling them to rest assured.

Su Qin casually found a chair and sat down calmly, without glancing at Bixia Palace.

Liang Hao and the others were very angry when they saw Su Qinxiu as a kingdom that was not as good as them, and so on.

"Are you so?"

Liang Hao stared at Su Qin intently and asked coldly.

"Yes"

Su Qin lowered his head, shifted his middle finger and thumb, and gently rubbed his face with a dull expression.

Liang Hao squinted his eyes and said coldly: "So I asked Su Hong to kneel, do you have any questions?"

Su Qin raised his head, squinted his eyes, and asked with a smile, "Do you deserve it?"

"Dead!"

Liang Hao pinched out the formula with his fingertips, and the dantian exploded spiritually, condensing a long sword from the thin air.

This is a more common truth in the field of spiritual art, fencing.

The sword is based on dense spiritual power, condensed, but the edge is not weaker than the spiritual weapon, the breath is terrifying, exuding ferocious pressure.

At this time, Su Qin was also moved.

I've been thinking about the shocking scene I saw when I saw the beads fall into the illusion.

Subconsciously, Su Qin's middle fingers and thumbs joined together, forming a strange handprint.

The secret art hidden in the beads - the seal of Voldemort

At this moment, the spiritual power of the dantian ran frantically, pouring into the handprint Zheng that had just been formed

It's so fast!

Voldemort's imprint is like a bottomless pit, swallowing cattle, constantly absorbing Su Qindan's spiritual power!

Su Qin had a feeling that if he didn't shoot again, Voldemort Seal could even absorb all of his spiritual power, little by little!

You know, the stronger the spirit, the greater the consumption of spiritual power.

At present, Su Qin is in the middle stage of base construction, and due to the existence of the flesh and bone palm, the quality and strength of its spiritual power can even be comparable to the later stage of the foundation building.

If Voldemort's printing can lay the foundation for future spiritual power and can be absorbed, how terrible is this spirit?

Su Qin didn't dare to wait any longer and acted directly.

Bang!

There was a loud bang.

In front of everyone's eyes, a golden palm fell from above, breaking the air, crushing the air, and pressing on Liang Haoren, the momentum was terrifying!

At this moment, everyone who was blocked in the way felt a burst of excitement.

Shhhh

Song Qi took a breath of cold air and trembled.

Even if this hand is not aimed at him, he can feel the suffocating pressure!

She opened her mouth and looked around with her eyes looking around in disbelief.

As a magical door, she was born with a good pair of eyes.

The spiritual power in front of her was even beyond her imagination.

Not to mention the illusory peaks, even in the ancient magic gates, there are not many such spiritual realms!

In Voldemort's prints of Liang Hao and Liu Hongyi, there is a terrible discoloration, looking up at the sky, his eyes wide open, his eyes covered with blood, and trembling all over.

They see it very clearly.

The lines on this golden palm are clearly visible, like essence, as if the god in the palm of his hand has supreme power, shattered, and wants to destroy all living beings!?

"All of you, help me!"

Voldemort's imprint came quickly, enveloping too large an area, and Liang Hao didn't have time to dodge at all, only a roar in his hurry.

Liu Hongyi's side is also when it is rushing.

At this moment, both men are hallucinating.

They are not faced with the intermediate stage of the foundation building, but a complete foundation building, the perfection of the foundation building, which opens up many meridians!

Liang Hao had just condensed the spiritual sword, and there was time to assassinate Su Qin, so he could only fight to the top gambling golden handprint to assassinate him.

"Kill!"

On the other hand, Liu Hongyi also revealed spirituality, a huge mirror shrouded the two heads, which shimmered and rippling, and seemed to be able to dissolve all power.

Although the remaining ten Bixia Palace monks were not covered in golden handprints, they also helped each other as they saw the two brothers in trouble.

In an instant, the flying knives were vertical and horizontal, the sword qi was like frost, and the spirit was frequent.

There is only one goal, and that is the fallen golden handprint!

Click!

Liang Hao's spiritual sword was the first to be broken, and under the golden handprint, like a local chicken and a dog, it was vulnerable.

Bang! Bang!

If!

The flying sword and the gods of Bixia Palace also hit the golden handprint at the same time, and the handprint shook hands, and the golden light dimmed a lot.

Even so, the golden handprints are still rolling down!

The spiritual contact between the golden mudra and Liu Hongyi is condensed.

Father!

The water waves instantly condensed, flapped and shattered on the surface of the spiritual environment, and the spiritual power collapsed.

Liang Hao and Liu Hongyi took out a body protector from the storage bag in a panic, and everyone was crushed.

A mask appeared around the two men.

Cut, cut, cut!

In the blink of an eye, a crack appeared on the surface of the mask, spreading quickly and densely.

Bang!

The protection mark is invalid!

"Shh

Liang Hao and Liu Hongyi were at a loss, as if they had been struck by lightning, spurting out a mouthful of blood, their faces were pale, and they looked very depressed.

Then, the two men knelt on one of their soft legs, trembling, their knees almost broken, and the pain pressed tightly together.

The golden handprint was so badly beaten that it collapsed.

There was no silence in the hall.