The owner of the scimitar was already in front of Su Xuan, and he was the Seventh Palace Son on the first level of the Wendao Realm!!!

Huangquan Palace is best at killing one-hit, concealing and speed.

Just now, while Su Xuan took action against Zhao Yan, the Qidianzi seized this opportunity and took action decisively.

However, Su Xuan was prepared for a long time.

"roll!!!"

In the flash of lightning, Su Xuan shouted, and the murderous intent exploded. He turned his head suddenly, raised his hand and punched him.

This punch was attributed to dust and was under pressure of 600 million yuan.

Moreover, using the law of space, the space folds deepens the burst drive of power and speeds up the fist.

With one punch, everything sounds are silent, and the meteors have a chaotic smell of dying and returning to nothingness.

The fist print directly takes the head of the Qidianzi.

Kill the way to kill decisively.

There was no slight concern because the Seventh Palace is the Dianzi of Huangquan Palace.

The Seventh Palace Zi retreated with a pair of black cloud boots under her feet. A space magic array was hung above the cloud boots. The cloud boots were reversed, the formation flowed, and the true energy was evaporated, which actually increased the speed of the Seventh Palace Zi's retreat by more than three times.

While the Seventh Palace Son retreated, the old woman on the ninth floor of the Wendao Realm who was guarding the Seventh Palace Son was like a ghost, blocking in front of the Seventh Palace Son.

The old woman raised her thin arm and slapped it out with her palm.

The punch facing Su Xuan.

call!

Su Xuan's fist print turned into nothingness.

The old woman was unreasonable. After breaking Su Xuan's punch, she turned her palm into a fist and smashed it into Su Xuan's chest.

A quiet punch, a withered punch, was as suffocating as howling ghosts were.

The rich smell of the law of darkness accompanied by the clarity of the fist prints, ignoring the spatial distance, it went directly to Su Xuan's chest.

In the midst of lightning, a mysterious monument enveloped Su Xuan, easily blocking the old woman's punch.

And at this moment.

The end of the dome.

The clouds and mist are rising, the divine thunder rolls, and the pressure is shrouded!!!

The whole Yang Luotian was trembling.

Pieces of voids turned into black holes, reenacting chaos.

In the blink of an eye.

A huge face appeared in the sky.

It was a solemn and resentful face of a middle-aged man.

It is three points similar to Zhao Yan.

"Children, how dare you kill my son Zhao Yan, you..."

The middle-aged man was Zhao Yan's father.

He is known as the Fire Emperor Zhao Kang.

It is one of the furthest old monsters that have walked on the fire path in the vast world.

The top strongest among the top strong people.

Zhao Yan died, and as his father, Zhao Kang knew about it in the first moment.

fury!!!

He had great hope for Zhao Yan, but he didn't expect...

Zhao Yan suddenly died without even leaving his soul.

If it weren't for the fact that his true body was too far away, he would definitely come and kill Su Xuan.

"Tianji, kill me, kill me, what can you do? If you want to take revenge, my true body will come. I, Su Xuan, will not refuse anyone. Now, get out of here!!!" Su Xuan didn't even raise his head, only the Dragon Prison Sword in his hand, without hesitation, and was facing the sky with a sword.

This sword.

Very strong.

A sword that was doing all its strength.

"The Twenty-Three Swords of the Storm", "Nine Swords Shocking the Immortal", "Ten Swords Eternal", "The Shadow of Life and Death", combined with the two energy of life and death, power condensation, sword intent, space laws, etc.

In one piece.

A sword roared like the sword god's sword.

A sword comes east.

Death follows.

The sword entered the giant face, and the giant face collapsed layer by layer and turned into nothingness.

"Little... junior, be arrogant!!!" Zhao Kang was so angry that he could not control himself. Even though his true body had not arrived, the anger seemed to be coming from billions of miles.

And just as Su Xuan's sword rippled out.

The guardian of the Seventh Palace Son, the old woman at the ninth level of the Wendao Realm, came up again.

Already in front of Su Xuan, the old woman obviously had a big move, and her aura was restrained and cold.

Not only that, the two Taoist protectors of Zihuan and the two old men at the seventh and eighth levels of the Wen Dao Realm also came to Su Xuan.

Even more, Song Qiong, who was half a step into the Hengdao realm, was also eyeing her. Although she did not approach Su Xuan, she also locked in Su Xuan. Moreover, it was obvious that her ultimate move had already been prepared and she was waiting for a blow to kill her.

There is also Zihuan, grinning, and her breath is also irritating, as if she has to release her body at any time.

Su Xuan's face had no expression, but his eyes were quiet and cold.

"Death the Skeleton Hand!" In a flash, the old woman at the ninth level of the Wendao Realm took the lead in taking action. With one move, the magical powers rippled, the secret technique roared, and the secret text wandered around. The skeleton hand seemed to be stacked on the tenth level of heaven, and it was like being soaked in life and death. She suddenly grabbed Su Xuan. Obviously, the claw marks didn't look big, but inexplicably, gave people the feeling that the entire Yang Luotian was caught in the palm of his hand. It only took a thought to capture Yang Luotian, which was very strong.

The moment the old woman took action, the two old men from Zihuan at the seventh and eighth level of the Wendao Realm also had a tacit understanding, and the two suddenly turned into shadows of nothingness.

Take Su Xuan in the middle and the bottom lane.

The two of them had a very tacit understanding. They seemed to have some common magic tricks. The aura was combined, one plus one was far greater than two. The two were attacking and defense, and they complemented each other. They also used a magical power. One person used a sword and the other person used a sword. The sword was like a gossip. The sword was the foundation, and the sword was intent as the skeleton. The sword was moving and sharply cut the wasteland, making people stop their hearts from beating, forming a sword net, covering Su Xuan, while one person used a knife, the knife was heavy, short and flat, and the speed of the knife was driven to the extreme, too fast, piercing through the virtual and real, tearing the space, and the sword was intent with the sword, dancing like a god of death, pounced forward, swallowing and spitting, and the extreme cold front.

From a distance, it seemed like a freeze at this moment.

Three old monsters surrounded Su Xuan.

Seal Su Xuan.

Su Xuan was locked up and down.

"Kill you first!!!" During the limit of life and death, a trace of fierce coldness was pulled across Su Xuan's mouth, and the mysterious monument was directly added to his body, as if a wall of defense was blocking behind him, resisting the sword attacks of two old men from the seventh and eighth levels of the Wendao Realm in Zihuan, while Su Xuan himself shook his bracelet.
Chapter completed!