Chapter 269 Life and death in the palm of your hand!
The cloud sky was silent for a moment.
On the seventh floor, a thin old man with a gray beard walked out of the white jade wing. The white jade corridor shattered silently. The old man stepped into the void and hung above the Yunkong Tower, overlooking the bottom.
It's really him!
Many people recognized the identity of the old man. He was an unscrupulous master who walked alone in the world without any worries. He was a real killer. When he went crazy, he would kill even if he was a human being. He once caused a lot of confusion.
It caused a lot of trouble. If it weren't for the fact that he had some friendship with a saint ancestor of the Black Feather clan in his early years, plus his various methods, in this place where strong people are like clouds, even the sacred would be robbed.
In front of the arena, the Heavenly God Saint raised his eyebrows. This old guy is here too. He is not only the Saint of Killers, but also the number one troublemaker among the saints. Although he ranks at the top, not many of the saints want to see him.
Then, a look of amusement appeared in the eyes of the Heavenly Skill Saint. Who is this person next to him? He has already learned that no matter how hard this old thing is, he will probably hit his head and bleed.
"Young man, I'm afraid you don't know what etiquette is."
In the sky above Yunkong Tower, the bearded old man spoke slowly, with a cold tone. His long and narrow eyes were sharp and majestic, and his gaze was like a sword, and he fell in front of the arena.
"It seems you are in mood."
Su Qinian had no expression on his face, raised one hand and grabbed it towards the sky above Yunkong Que.
Buzz!
This is an ordinary-looking palm. When it is enlarged at extremely high speed, it can be as big as the entire arena in an instant, as if it is hanging upside down in a cave in the sky, generating a huge tearing force.
"How dare you, Shuzi!"
The roots of his gray beard were taut. The old man was filled with anger, frightened and angry. He took the initiative to attack before he could even say a few words. This was the first time he had seen such an unruly and arrogant young man.
boom!
The divine energy burst out, and the murderous energy was as thick as ink, like a black sea. This famous killer in the world sea was decisive and sharp, which made the saints in front of the arena admire in their hearts, even if they couldn't stand it.
This person's cultivation, enlightenment, and decisiveness in killing are rare among the best.
Unfortunately……
The sky above Yunkongque.
The gray-bearded Killer Saint changed color with a snap of his fingers. Whether it was the divine energy or the killing energy accumulated over the years, it was like a mud cow entering the sea. In front of the huge palm, not even a ripple appeared, and it was annihilated into ashes.
Clang!
In an instant, he reached into the void and pulled out a dark red iron gun. The bright black tip of the gun burst out with cold light, like an ink dragon. Countless dark chains of law emerged and wrapped around the gun body, like dragons.
Totem, he thrust out a spear and pierced the void. In a trance, the heroes in the cloud sky seemed to see an endless expanse of burial soil. The sky was filled with blood, the remaining soldiers had broken bones, and countless angels with broken wings fell, covered with white feathers.
the earth.
This shot shocked all the saints. On the ninth floor of Yunkong Palace, there was Ao Yu with gorgeous silver hair and a pair of sword eyebrows, which was somewhat interesting.
clang!
However, the spear pierced the palm like a cave in the sky, and it made an impact sound like a yellow bell. Sparks flew everywhere, and then the dark and shiny spear tip clicked under the reflection of the rapidly shrinking pupils of the saints.
There was a crash.
puff!
Opening his mouth and spat out a stream of blood, the aura of the murderous saint with a gray beard suddenly withered away, and all the muscles and bones in his body were shaken apart. It was as if he was stuck on a mountain wall of divine iron and could not be shaken at all.
The next moment, he was taken into the palm of his hand, like an ant under the palm of Buddha, and was pinned down on the arena.
boom!
The entire Yunkong Palace shook violently, and various complex and mysterious array patterns emerged on the white jade corridor wall. This was the activation of the Tianji Array that protected Yunkong Palace and its independent resurrection.
Cough! Cough!
It was so embarrassing that the bearded old assassin stood up staggeringly, barely able to stand still. He could only stand with a broken gun. As if facing a formidable enemy, he looked at the young figure in a coarse white robe, who was he?
When did the younger generation have such a monster, and he couldn't even get past a single move?
"Young overlord! This is a young and powerful overlord."
"Could it be that the young heroes have returned?"
"Who is this?"
…
In Yunkong Palace, many powerful men were chatting, but they could not identify Su Qinian's identity, because the battle was too fast, and the gap was so big that even the saints could not detect a single claw.
But at the same time, some holy figures also fell silent. With this kind of force, a young overlord comparable to a saint could so easily suppress this famous killer saint in the world. Everyone began to think seriously about what kind of farce this was.
What is the reason for finding the barter, and what is involved?
"Heavenly power!"
On the eighth floor of Yunkong Tower, a vicissitudes of life and majestic voice sounded. This was an old man with a wrinkled face and few snow-white hairs left. He looked very old. He was wearing a pure white silk robe that reached his knees.
Shi Zi walked out of the white jade wing, followed by several middle-aged people with graceful temperament and solemn faces. Many powerful people were familiar with them. They were clearly one of the eight tribes. Several big figures from the Fu family had already entered the divine realm.
territory.
"Could it be..."
An older generation of holy figures froze their gazes, and saw the Heavenly God Saint who was standing indifferently in front of the arena. At this time, he bowed slightly and saluted seriously: "I have met my uncle."
"It's... Fuhai Saint!"
On the seventh floor of Yunkong Palace, a great saint was surprised. The saint of Tiangong was of a high rank among the eight clans. The one who could be called his uncle came from the Fu family. The heads of the contemporary Fu family were one step behind.
Of all the generations, only the legendary old patriarch has lived for nearly ten thousand years.
Ordinary holy figures can only live for five thousand years. Only saints who stand at the top and have initially transcended can live for ten thousand years. An era only lasts one hundred and eight thousand years, and each of them can live for more than ten thousand years.
All of them can be called living fossils and monuments on the road of evolution.
"I've seen the floating sea saint!"
Almost at the same time, countless people in Yunkong Palace walked out of the white jade wing and bowed to salute, even many sacred masters were no exception.
A strange look appeared in Su Qinian's eyes, because he could see that everyone was not in awe of his cultivation, but actually had a kind of reverence and respect that came from their own hearts.
At the same time, the voice of the Saint of Heavenly Powers reached his ears, and he was solemnly warned that the Saint of Fuhai was not an ordinary person, and had made great contributions to sealing the ancient heavenly road. He fought outside Longmen until he was nine thousand years old before he suffered from rapid exhaustion of Qi and blood.
, returned to Yunkong Island under the forced expulsion of the Dragon King of the Four Seas.
Su Qinian was also attentive. He had the title of Purple Gold. He could clearly capture the blessings of the human world in this old saint more clearly than ordinary saints.