At present, among the martial arts mastered by Su Xuan, the one that cannot be shown is the fire, because although his own too little fire is also a bad fire, it is only a medium-grade one.

If the power of the middle-grade misfire corresponds to Lei Yuan, Jian Yuan, etc., it is at most equivalent to the 5 or 6th stage of Lei Yuan, Jian Yuan, but Su Xuan's Lei Yuan and Jian Yuan are all eight or nineth stages.

Not to mention the space law, it is almost close to nine dan!!! Taiyouhuo is not comparable to it.

What's more, there are trump cards like Moro Sword and Jianxin.

Let’s put it this way, Su Xuan only used one-tenth of his own strength to kill the old man Yinhuang, that’s all.

Just like that, it's still a flash sale.

At this time.

"Prince Palace Master, what should I do now? This person has ruined your plan. Do you want it..." One of the twelve ice sleepers standing behind Gu Ningbing lowered his voice, with anger and hostility towards Su Xuan in his voice.

"Don't be impulsive, this person is not simple." Gu Ningbing spoke.

Then, Gu Ningbing took a deep breath, forced a lot of his emotions, looked at Su Xuan, and said, "I am Gu Ningbing, from the eighth-level civilization, Hanyuan civilization, I don't know that the young master comes from..."

Su Xuan glanced at Gu Ningbing.

Too lazy to pay attention.

He was very interested in the "Hanyuan Civilization" mentioned by Gu Ningbing. After all, this is the place where he will go to a big fuss next.

Of course, even if he was interested in the Hanyuan civilization, he did not get any information about the Hanyuan civilization from Gu Ningbing. The reason was very simple. His strength soared, especially after absorbing the space source stone and refining Kongjue Sword Clothes, his confidence was so high that Su Xuan sincerely felt that he did not need to know any information about the Hanyuan civilization, so he could directly make a fuss. There was no way, his strength was too strong and his confidence was too strong.

Moreover, obviously, he could feel that everyone in the entire Jijian Pavilion seemed to be hostile to Gu Ningbing.

And he, Su Xuan, is a friend of Jijiange.

In this case, it would be reasonable to ignore Gu Ningbing.

Su Xuan ignored him, Gu Ningbing was naturally angry. She hadn't met this kind of treatment for a long time. However, before she could say anything, the great elder Wang Jianxian spoke: "Gu Ningbing, Jijian Pavilion does not welcome you, a noble master from the eighth level civilization. If there is nothing else, please leave Jijian Pavilion."

"Leave Jijian Pavilion!"

"Jijian Pavilion does not welcome you!"

"Get out of Jijian Pavilion!"

............

As soon as Wang Jianxian spoke, the seriously injured Jijian Pavilion disciples present in the ruins, whether they were intact Jijian Pavilion disciples, they all shouted loudly, their voices full of coldness and even murderous intent, staring at Gu Ningbing with great resentment.

Gu Ningbing's face looked a little ugly, and a trace of helplessness and anger flashed deep in her eyes.

But, there was no regret at all.

"Random!!!" At this time, one of the twelve ice sleepers shouted loudly, but he took action. His whole body was like a glacier, and he was bullied towards Wang Jianxian. His body was very fast, with the shadows moving, silver-white and dazzling. Moreover, as he walked forward, the cold aura on his body frozen into a solidified space channel. He held an ice sword in one hand and pointed directly at Wang Jianxian. The murderous intent and the cold aura were condensed together. It was indescribable. The air around him cooled down for several amplitudes. This person was at the seventh level of the killing realm. In terms of realm, no one could compare to him except the white robe. The white robe was injured and consumed a lot because he had fought against the old man Yinhuang before. In addition, there was no defense at this moment, so there was no time to stop him. As for the great elder Wang Jianxian himself, it was even more so.

In the midst of lightning, Wang Jianxian could only catch a cold murderous intent in his old eyes, and his mind did not react. The cold light was already in front of him and was about to sink into his heart.

However......

Time and space suddenly became frozen.

It can be clearly seen that the twelve people in the ice sect were holding the ice sword in their hands. The sword tip was already at the heart of Wang Jianxian's chest, only one inch away from the limit, but it stopped and frozen.
Chapter completed!