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 was nothing more than a mid-term monk of Keji.

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 small 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 Xiaochun.

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.

"Is that what you said?"

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 wildly, pouring into the handprint 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 the sky, breaking the sky, crushing the air, and pressing on Liang Haoren, with a terrifying momentum!

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 small mouth and looked around with her eyes looking around in disbelief.

As a magical door, she was born with good 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, eyes wide open, full of blood, and trembling.

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 of the golden handprint to stab.

"Kill!"

On the other hand, Liu Hongyi also revealed spirituality, a huge mirror shrouded over the heads of two people, which shimmered and rippled with water, as if it could 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!

When! When! When!

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.

No one had expected this before.

Ji Demon Spirit knew that Su Qin's melee strength was terrifying.

But she really didn't expect that in the way of immortals, Su Qin could also show such a powerful power!

The two were seriously injured in the later stages of infrastructure construction and lost their combat effectiveness.

After all, the remaining ten Bixia Palace monks were not shrouded by Voldemort's seal, but were attacked by Voldemort's seal and were not injured.

But even so, the spiritual power of the ten people had been consumed a lot, and looking at Su Qin's eyes, they were full of fear.