Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

It all sounds like a long story, but in fact, it only happened in a blink of an eye.

"boom!"

The void trembled, and there were still cracks torn open. The shield kept shaking, as if it could not withstand it. As the five-color palm knives continued to fall, an extremely small black hole appeared on it, almost invisible to the naked eye. .

At the moment when the black hole appeared, the old woman spurted out a mouthful of blood again. At the same time, her wrinkled eyes suddenly widened and she screamed, "Impossible!"

"Crack!"

Others were confused when they heard this, but Su Han soon cleared up their doubts.

The moment the old woman finished speaking, this extremely precious low-grade purple-gold shield, worth more than one billion gold coins, began to crack from the tiny hole, just like the shattered void just now.

This shield... is broken!

The fragments emitting purple-gold light scattered from the void, and there was no longer any power to stop the five-color palm knife. When they were scattered, they did not fall to the ground, but the fragments turned into powder, and finally dissipated between heaven and earth. .

"Puff puff!"

The old woman spat out three mouthfuls of blood and her whole body was shaking.

This purple-gold level shield has been claimed by her with blood, and it has affected her mind.

It wouldn't matter if she wasn't in the Dragon God realm. The shattering of the purple-gold level shield would only shock her physical body.

But she was in the Dragon God realm, and the shattering of this shield not only implicated her physical body, but also implicated her soul.

At this moment, she felt as if her soul was about to be ripped apart, more like it was about to be shaken apart.

"What kind of magic is this?!" The old woman raised her head.

She didn't care about the injuries to her physical body and soul, and even though she felt distressed about the broken purple-gold level shield, she didn't care either.

At this moment, the only thing she cares about is Su Han's strength, the five-color palm sword that Su Han used!

"The five elements destroy the true meaning."

Su Han's plain words came from the void.

The shield's blocking was only for an instant, but it still failed to intercept the five-color palm sword.

The golden bell is now Zhao Chen's only defense.

At this moment, Zhao Chen's face was completely pale, and a deep despair emerged from his heart.

Under this despair, there was even more indescribable regret, spreading like a flood.

If he had known this earlier, he would never have fought Su Han even if he had to endure the punishment from the Zhenwu Sect!

At the same time, the old man's face was equally solemn.

The golden bell belongs to him. Like the shield, it is a low-grade purple-gold defensive equipment. Su Han can split the shield in one piece. He really has no confidence that his big bell can block it.

"Second way." Su Han spoke again.

As he opened his mouth, the five-color palm sword finally landed on the big clock.

"Buzz~"

The big clock reflected a buzzing sound, and an indescribable impact came from it. Zhao Chen's originally pale complexion disappeared, and instead a ruddy color appeared.

"Puff puff……"

He spurted out blood, and his body seemed to have been subjected to countless huge blows. His internal skeleton was completely shattered, the Dragon Pill on his chest shattered with a bang, and his body collapsed directly at this moment!

Zhao Chen, die!

After Zhao Chen died, the golden bell made a cracking sound and then completely collapsed.

"boom!!!"

After the big bell was broken, the five-color palm knife fell to the ground again, and a huge crack several miles long was torn from the ground, just like an earthquake. Its depth could not be measured with the naked eye. It was at least hundreds of miles long. rice!

At this point, the five-color palm knife completely disappeared.

"Bang!"

The old man was like the old woman before. The big bell was broken, and his soul and body were affected. Blood spurted out from his mouth, and he flew backwards.

It wasn't until he actually came into contact with the five-color palm sword that he realized its terrifying power.

"Su Baliu...Su Baliu!"

The casual cultivators in the distance were looking at the miles of ground that had been torn apart. The void would be torn apart and would soon heal, but the earth would be torn apart and would exist here forever.

They simply couldn't imagine that the five-color palm sword swept away the middle-aged man's air sealing technique, crushed the old woman's purple-gold level shield, and even shattered the purple-gold level bell. In the end, there was Such power can split several miles of ground to a depth of hundreds of meters.

If someone were to withstand this five-color palm sword with physical strength, wouldn't he be killed tens of millions of times?

Looking towards the void, there was a figure in white standing there, with his hands behind his back, his white clothes fluttering, his jet-black hair moving in the wind, and his diamond-like starry eyes revealing depth.

No one can believe that this is just a young man under twenty years old!

With an army of 100,000 people and three dragon gods, no one can stop him.

One person and one sword is enough to sweep through any ninth-rate sect!

It’s not an exaggeration to call him ‘Su Balu’!

"The third way."

Su Han glanced at the three Dragon God realms, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and finally cast his eyes on the trembling He Ruan.

"There are three leaders in the coalition this time. Li Yuan is one, Zhao Chen is the second, and you...are the third."

He Ru'an's heart was beating wildly, an indescribable sense of crisis arose in his heart, and his scalp was numb!

He could clearly see how Zhao Chen died tragically just now. He was at the peak of the Dragon Core Realm. He was shattered into pieces before the big bell was broken!

He Ruan believed that he was no weaker than Zhao Chen, and even stronger than Zhao Chen.

But so what if you are stronger?

No matter how strong he is, he is only in the Dragon Core realm!

Even these three strong men at the peak of the Dragon God Realm suffered heavy blows all over their bodies because their purple-gold-level shields and bells were shattered. Blood spurted out continuously. How could they, who were only at the Dragon Core Realm, be able to stop them? live?

He is not Su Han, and he cannot fight beyond the level.

"Pavilion Master Su!"

At this moment, the old man suddenly clasped his fists and said, "I am Heng Yue, the supreme elder of the Qi Ming Sect. Although he is not a member of the Zhenwu Sect, he is at least in the Dragon God realm and can speak well among the Zhenwu Sect."

Su Han paused and said with interest, "Go on."

"I don't want to fight with Pavilion Master Su anymore. After I go back, I will discuss with Zhenwu Sect not to start a war with Tushen Pavilion again. I hope Pavilion Master Su can let the sect master go for once!" the old man said.

The 'sect master' he was talking about was naturally He Ru'an.

"Is it daytime now?" Su Han suddenly asked.

Heng Yue frowned, "What happened during the day?"

"I said you were dreaming!"

Su Han's figure flashed and went straight to He Ru'an.

His cold words also reached everyone's ears.

"Not only He Ru'an, but I will not let go of any sect that attacks our Tushen Pavilion today!"

"If you really want to go to the Zhenwu Sect, please tell me something and ask the Zhenwu Sect to wash your neck and wait for me!"

"I will personally lead the Tushen Pavilion to take his head from his flat head!"

End of this chapter