The three true saints arrived.

In Su Haoran's eyes, the three martial saints from the Immortal Palace may not be stronger than the heads of the two world cities, but their eyes reveal the confidence that the heads of the family do not have.

The three of them stepped forward, and each time they seemed to flash, quickly appeared five meters away in front of Su Haoran.

Jiang Ming retreated behind the three great martial saints, his arms drooped weakly, and a sickly smile appeared on his face: "Haha! Although I don't want to admit it, your strength is indeed far beyond me. You made my faith in the first day of the Immortal Palace collapse, so you must die. If you don't die, you will become my inner demon."

"Is the inner demon?"

Among the three martial saints, the one on his left glanced back and said seriously: "If you can't defeat this person, your inner demon will always be with you. If this continues, even if you can improve your cultivation, you will never be able to enter the Taoist realm."

After hearing this, Jiang Ming knelt on the ground and accompanied him weakly, raised his right hand unwillingly, and punched him at the ground.

"Forget it, after all, it is a genius trained by our fairy palace."

The Martial Saint on his right hand stepped towards Su Haoran and said coldly: "I will do this evil man. I will kill this Su Haoran, hoping to help Jiang Ming eliminate his inner demons."

This martial saint was not just a talk. He stepped forward and raised his fist to hit Su Haoran in the face.

Bang!

Su Haoran had no expression on his face and raised his hand to catch Wu Sheng's fist.

Without additional combat power, Su Haoran took over the punch of the Martial Saint with his basic strength. Although he took it, he felt heavy pressure.

He seemed to have taken the next punch, but he seemed to have taken the next mountain with his hands.

"It's true that there's some strength."

The Martial Saint punched faster and closed his fist faster. At the same time, his left hand shook his wrist five times and grabbed Su Haoran's neck with his five fingers.

Su Haoran retreated backwards, and the five fingers of the Martial Saint passed by him. The turbulent force that hooked his fingers actually penetrated an ancient tree on the left side of the two of them into five transparent holes.

"I can still hide."

A look of horror flashed in the Martial Saint's eyes.

Although he emphasized before that he could not underestimate Su Haoran, deep down he still felt that he was able to suppress Su Haoran with the real realm of the Martial Saint. The realm of the Martial Saint is definitely not something that a strong man in the Tiangang realm can overcome.

"It's more than just avoiding it!"

After Su Haoran avoided the attack, he shook his right shoulder and punched his fist at the opponent's chin like a spindle.

Bang! The Martial Saint raised his left arm to block the battle. The two masters fought, not too much fancy, but the physical collision between one attack and one defense suddenly sounded like thunder.

With one attack and one block, the two of them burst out with a wave of air visible to the naked eye, spreading in all directions.

Originally, neither of them wanted to retreat, but at this time, they both involuntarily took three steps back.

"This kid is really a little bit of a problem. He won't be at a disadvantage when he fights the Martial Saint."

"He can fight against the thirty-eight lords and saints alone. Judging from this combat power, the power he shows now is definitely not his limit. Maybe he really has the trump card to fight with us."

The combat power shown by Su Haoran made the two martial saints watching the battle behind him breathlessly exclaim.

"Interesting, interesting!"

The Martial Saint who fought with Su Haoran had a ferocious look on his face.

As a member of the Immortal Palace Holy War Protector Corps, a real martial saint actually competes with the juniors in the Tiangang Realm. This is a shame in his life!

He dived slightly, and the aura buried in his body burst out loud, shouting loudly: "From now on, if I, Lu Youwei, cannot kill you, the small Tiangang Realm, within three moves, I will let you kill me."

"Three moves?"

Su Haoran held his right hand in his waist, and there was a golden light in his eyes. When the opponent burst out all his strength and punched him again, Su Haoran's fist collapsed: "Fuhu collapses his strength!"

Bang!

The first of the eight styles of Wangquan, the first of the Tiger's Break, doubled Su Haoran's combat power.

After the two fists collided, an arc that illuminated the sky actually exploded. This shows that the power the two burst out at this time was too terrifying, and they had already shaken the laws of heaven and earth with one blow.

The most terrifying thing is that after Su Haoran punched this punch, his body was as stable as Mount Tai, and his face turned red by the bombardment. He suddenly stepped back one step, two steps, and three steps!

Every time his footsteps fall, he steps into a deep foot hole.

"That's it?"

Su Haoran seized the standby opportunity and followed up and punched, "Is this the strength you want to kill me within three moves? I even suspect that you can't handle my three moves!"

While speaking, Su Haoran shook his right arm and the second dragon-subduing whip of the eight styles of Wangquan was released.

"It's outrageous, I will never lose to you!"

Lu Youwei roared with red eyes and raised his fist to fight.

Boom!

Su Haoran's fist fell, as if he was using the earth as a drum, and knocked Buzhou Mountain with a loud bang. Four times the combat power!

The power of this punch was enough to shake the sky and the earth. Lu Youwei was blown to pieces by the sleeves on his right arm, and his feet were nailed into the soil with a thunderous sound until his feet stepped on the rocks, and all his legs were holed into the ground.

However, Su Haoran's power was too terrifying, which made Lu Youwei's arm fall quickly, forcing his left arm to block.

Bang!

As a result, Lu Youwei's left arm's sleeve also exploded, and then he barely took Su Haoran's punch, and his arms were pressed against his head by Su Haoran's power.

puff!

After trying his best to withstand this punch, Lu Youwei couldn't help it and sprayed out an old mouthful of blood.

"The third move!"

Immediately afterwards, Su Haoran raised his right fist, spread his left hand and covered him with a general trend that seemed to be able to crush the world.

"No, he wants to kill Youyi."

"Junior, if you dare to kill him, I will kill you."

The other two martial saints flashed and rushed out at the same time.

Lu Youwei also took advantage of the situation and hit Su Haoran with one move, and shouted: "The Holy Way Realm!"

The three great martial saints took action at the same time, and the holy path realm was opened.

If the opponent is someone else, it will definitely be an unsolvable kill.

However, Su Haoran's third move was completed, and the soul of the Immortal Martial Emperor was not afraid of the Holy Dao Realm. His left palm burst out and roared: "Three Martial Saints are probably not enough. Look at my move to cook the sea Kun power!"

boom!

The palm power of this palm actually shook the space, and a clear palm print-shaped space pit appeared in front of Su Haoran.

Eight times the combat power, this attack was already a very powerful method for Su Haoran to exchange for combat power.

Lu Youwei was the first to be hit, and was shocked by Su Haoran's palm and his shoulders exploded, and half of his body collapsed, as if he was hit by a tank driving with all his might. He threw blood backwards.

Immediately afterwards, this extreme power encountered the fists of two other martial saints.

The dignified Martial Arts True Saint should have despised the world, but under Su Haoran's attack, he was also blown backwards. Before he could land, he spewed out a mouthful of blood.
Chapter completed!