Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

The sword light that Nan Hong split was obviously also practiced by many disciples in Yidao Palace. It could be regarded as a basic sword technique, but it was cultivated to the top and extremely powerful sword drawing technique.

　　 Sword-drawing technique has no level among the many dragon skills in Ichidō Palace. Ordinary people practice only ordinary power, but strong people practice it, but it has earth-shattering power.

　　 Nanqing and Nanhong are both disciples of Nangong Duanchen, but the sword-drawing skills they use are the difference between heaven and earth.

When the wind hit, Su Han heard the wind, but saw that the sky-shaking sword light cut open the space, with an unparalleled pressure, coming from above his head, it seems that if he does not dodge immediately at this moment, he will really do Was cut in half by a knife.

　　 "It's a bit of strength."

　　 Su Han smiled faintly, but didn't face it hard, but flashed directly to the side.

　　 He wants to get out of the way, even Nan Hong can't stop it.

　　Only from this blade light, Su Han can see that Nanhong's cultivation base is similar to that of the genius Jifengyun of the older generation of Ji family.

　　 Monsoon Cloud is very talented, but because of studying the extreme realm of each realm, so far, his cultivation is still wandering between the peak of the Dragon God realm and the Dragon Sovereign realm.

　　 But Nan Hong is not. His talent may be similar to that of Monsoon Yun, or even stronger than Monsoon Yun, but his strength is definitely not as strong as Monsoon Yun!

　　 Cultivation base is cultivation base, strength is strength, the two are not the same.

　　 Jifengyun is because he delves into the extremes of every realm. He has been immersed in every realm for a long time, and he is invincible at the same level.

　　 But Nan Hong is still young. He can reach the current level of cultivation at this age, which is already extremely good, and he can't settle in every realm like Ji Fengyun.

　　 Without breaking through before Su Han, he was able to defeat Ji Fengyun, let alone breaking through at this moment, and it was Nanhong who was fighting.

　　 "Wow!"

　　 Su Han stepped away, the blade light didn't cut straight down, but followed.

　　 "Go!"

　　 Seeing this scene, Su Han frowned slightly, and suddenly shouted, his voice turned into a sound, and it burst out. At this moment, it seemed to have become a substance, and it directly collided with the sword light.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 The two collided, and there was a muffled sound. A crack appeared in the void. Nanhong's blade light paused slightly, and immediately spread directly into the void.

"what?!"

　　 "So strong?"

　　 "With just one word, Brother Nanhong's sword light broke down?"

　　 When many disciples of the Yidao Palace saw this scene, all their pupils contracted, and they couldn't believe it.

　　 Nan Hong's expression also sank, apparently he didn't expect Su Han to be so strong.

　　 Before this, he felt that Su Han's strength was at best comparable to himself, even if he couldn't beat him, he would not lose in his hands.

Many people regard Su Han as a legend, but in the eyes of such a proud genius as Nan Hong, Su Han has never been taken to heart. All the legends created by Su Han, they can find a very Reasonable reason. With this reason, when they compare themselves with Su Han, they feel that Su Han is not so terrible in the legend.

　　 As everyone knows, this is just self-deception.

　　They are arrogant and cannot tolerate sand in their eyes, so they always compare others with themselves. To be precise, they always like to compare others' shortcomings with their own strengths.

　　 This is the idea of ​​those so-called geniuses.

　　 Nanhong and Nanqing are all like this.

　　 At this moment, seeing Su Han's word, he directly shattered his sword light that could completely kill the late Dragon God Realm, and Nan Hong's heart suddenly sank.

However, he still didn't feel that Su Han was better than himself, because the sword drawing technique was just Nanhong's simplest dragon technique. As a direct disciple of Nangong Duanchen, he ranked second, and he naturally had it in his hands Many secret techniques, under these secret techniques, Nan Hong is confident to fight Su Han.

　　 "Luo Tiandao!"

　　 took a deep breath, and Nan Hong stared at Su Han for a moment, then flipped his palm, and immediately a long knife with milky white light appeared in his hand.

　　 "Luo Tiandao?!"

　　 "It turned out to be Luo Tiandao. This is Brother Nanhong's life weapon. Under normal circumstances, he would never take out Luo Tiandao."

　　 "It seems that Su Baliu's strength has already attracted the attention of Senior Brother Nanhong."

　　 "Hmph, what is Nanhong, how can it be comparable to Su Zun?"

　　 There was a noise from the crowd, obviously they were all weapons that knew Nanhong. Some people cheered for Nanhong, but some people stood on Su Han's side.

　　 Among the many disciples of Yidao Palace, most of them agree with Su Han. Whether it is the matter of the magical medicine mountain or everything that Su Han himself created, they are enough to admire them.

　　 Many people felt from the beginning to the end that Nan Hong was not worthy to fight Su Han at all. He did not have this strength.

　　 "Luo Tiandao?"

Su Han glanced at Nan Hong, and smiled slightly sarcastically: "It is said that the people of a sword palace always carry their weapons on their backs, and whenever they make a move, they will inevitably be a full blow, but you and your ridiculous Brother, doesn't it seem like this?"

"What do you know?"

　　 Nanhong snorted coldly: "It's just a frog at the bottom of the well. You can understand my style of doing things at the bottom of the well?"

　　 "Okay, I am the frog at the bottom of the well."

　　 Su Han nodded, disdain to talk nonsense with him~www.ltnovel.com~ stretched out his right hand and lightly tapped towards Nanhong.

　　 "Set!"

When the word 　　 fell, Nan Hong's expression suddenly changed, and he felt as if countless silk threads were entwined all over his body. The speed made him almost too late to react.

　　 At this moment, Nan Hong didn't say a word, his thoughts flashed directly, and a stone gleaming with golden light appeared, and it was crushed by him immediately.

　　 "Om~"

　　 The stones shattered, and Nan Hong directly broke free of Su Han's calming skills, feeling lingering.

"Ok?"

Su Han was looking at the broken stone, and sighed: "It turns out to be a **** stone, worthy of being a disciple of the palace lord, and even has such precious items, but one hundred million. I see how many you have. ?"

　　 The voice fell, Su Han stretched out his finger again, and jerked it down.

　　 After seeing this scene, Nan Hong's expression changed again, and he took out another sacred stone and crushed it directly.

　　 But this time, after Nan Hong crushed the sacred stone, his expression was terribly ugly.

　　Because of the feeling of being entangled with silk thread, it has never appeared at all, that is to say...Su Han is playing with himself!

　　 "Asshole!!!"

　　 Nan Hong gritted his teeth, wishing to slash Su Han to death.

　　 As Su Han said, this sacred stone is one hundred million spiritual stones, even if he is a disciple of Nangong Duanchen, there are only three on his body.

　　 just wasted a piece like this, how could he not feel distressed?

　　 Seeing that Su Han's finger was about to tap again for the third time, Nan Hong finally couldn't help but yelled: "Su Baliu, what kind of skill is using these sorceries, can you dare to fight me upright?!"