The first thousand seven hundred and ninetieth chapters about a palm
The entire battlefield suddenly seemed to become deathly silent. The alien seed prince's hands holding the bone-stealing sword hung down feebly, blood gushed out from the back of his head, and then he slowly fell to the ground.
"Hunt the viscount-level alien Iron Man and Horse, obtain the Iron Man and Horse beast soul, and discover the alien gene."
Han Sen was overjoyed that he actually had a beast soul, but he didn't have time to see what kind of beast soul it was on the battlefield.
"Where did this guy come from?" Mike and the other barons had already been stunned, with disbelief on their faces.
A baron was surrounded and killed by the Raging Steel Legion. Not only was he not killed, but he hunted and killed an alien baron. It was hard to believe that everything before his eyes really happened.
The alien seed prince was killed, and the momentum of the Raging Steel Legion suddenly declined. This kind of assassination is the most fatal, and the loss of soldiers is inevitable.
Earl Raging Steel's face turned red, and terrifying arrogance erupted from his body. He slightly saluted Mr. Ji and said, "Mr. Ji, my subordinates will go and kill that baron right now."
After saying that, Count Furious Steel was about to fly up and kill Han Sen through the air.
Although it is a bit sad and embarrassing for a count to personally kill a baron, the Count of Furious Steel can no longer control so much. If Hansen cannot be killed now, the losses of the Furious Steel Legion will be even greater, and he will lose face.
"Everyone retreat." Ji Gongzi suddenly said lightly.
The Earl of Furious Steel was shocked, looked at Young Master Ji in disbelief and asked, "What did Young Master say?"
"Are you so stupid that you can't even use your ears? Master, I want all of you to retreat." The maid pouted and said.
"But..." Earl Furious Steel still wanted to argue.
"This is the third time you have questioned Young Master's order. The Tyrius clan is so majestic." The maid gave Count Wrathsteel a cold look.
The Earl of Furious Steel was immediately soaked with cold sweat, and he quickly knelt down and saluted: "Young Master Ji, please calm down. I realize my mistake and will order the entire army to retreat immediately."
After saying that, he immediately issued an order to the remaining captains and ordered the entire army to retreat.
Those soldiers were frightened and their fighting spirit was extinguished. After receiving the order to retreat, they immediately retreated like the tide.
"Get out of here too." The maid glanced at Count Wugang with some disgust. If he hadn't been retained, he would still be of some use. However, Count Wugang had questioned Master Ji's orders three times and had violated Master Ji's orders. The maid had long wanted to give him up.
The head of the Earl of Raging Steel fell to the ground.
The Earl of Furious Steel dared to say no. He glanced at Mr. Ji, who looked as usual and didn't look at him at all. He quickly saluted and obeyed the order, and withdrew to the camp together with the Furious Steel Legion.
Han Sen was still charging and killing when he suddenly saw the army of men and horses retreating like a tide, and was slightly startled.
When the Kate people who were boarding the ship saw the army retreating, they all cheered.
Old Dolma and the other barons looked at the only figure still standing like a mountain on the battlefield from a distance, with indescribably complicated expressions on their faces.
Mr. Ji moved slightly and was already under the building, walking slowly towards the battlefield. The maid followed closely.
Han Sen saw Master Ji and the maid behind him from a distance, and was slightly startled. Their appearance looked very much like the Shura clan.
Mr. Ji walked all the way to Han Sen, saluted Han Sen slightly and said: "I am Luo Ji from the demon clan. May I ask your surname?"
When Old Zhuoma, Mike and others saw Mr. Ji, their expressions changed drastically. Although they didn't know Mr. Ji, they recognized the appearance of the demon clan.
The demons are a famous upper clan, and they are definitely not comparable to lower clans like Tyrius.
"Demons?" Han Sen looked at Mr. Ji and returned the greeting: "Human gold coins."
"Gold coins? What a good name." Luo Ji smiled slightly, not caring that Han Sen reported his real name and a pseudonym, and continued: "Gold coins, do you know that the Tyrius tribe is a subordinate race of my demon tribe?"
"I know." Han Sen replied.
"Now that you know it, it's easy to handle. I won't bully you for being a baron. As long as you can take my slap without being hurt, I will let you come and go today. I guarantee that no one will be hurt today."
You have half a hair on your head." Mr. Ji said in an understatement.
"What if I can't take it?" Han Sen asked back.
He knew that if Mr. Ji wanted to kill him, there would be no need to talk nonsense with him. He obviously came with a purpose and had no intention of splattering his blood on the spot.
"If you can't take it, you just need to do something for me. After the work is done, I will still let you come and go." Master Ji said.
"It sounds fair, but it seems you are not a baron." Han Sen curled his lips and said.
Mr. Ji smiled: "I am a viscount, but at that moment of palm, I will suppress my power to the same level as you. If you find that my power exceeds yours, I will lose."
"Okay, it's a deal." Han Sen agreed.
Although he is also a viscount, the Demon Lord Luo Ji in front of him is far from comparable to those Centaur Viscounts. It can be said that he is not on the same level at all.
Luo Ji gave Han Sen an extremely dangerous feeling, so he didn't dare to be careless. Since Luo Ji himself proposed such a condition, Han Sen had no reason not to agree.
With the same strength level, Han Sen didn't believe that he wouldn't be able to catch Luo Ji's palm.
Luo Ji smiled slightly and raised his right hand. His fingers were slender and round, and his skin was extremely white, tender and delicate, looking like the hands of a young virgin.
But the moment he raised his hand, Han Sen's expression changed.
As Luo Ji raised his right hand, strange power also condensed in his hand. The power was almost silent and invisible, and ordinary people couldn't feel it at all.
But Han Sen was too familiar with that power. There were many people in their family who were good at this kind of power, so how could he not recognize it.
"Not a heavenly scripture?" Han Sen was shocked. He looked at Luo Ji's right hand in surprise. There was no doubt that he was using a supernatural power, or the power of Asura. There was absolutely nothing wrong with it.
When Master Ji heard Han Sen's low shout, he couldn't help but smile slightly and corrected: "The power I used in this palm is still the power in my demon clan's "Tian Demon Sutra". If you can block this palm, today's Japan
Young Master will never embarrass you again."
Han Sen didn't know if it was the "Heavenly Demon Sutra", but the power was definitely a non-celestial force. Now Han Sen finally knew why Mr. Ji was so confident that he could hurt him with one palm. The non-celestial force was a sure hit, and ordinary people
It can't be stopped at all.
As Mr. Ji spoke, he placed his jade-like palm across his body and waved it out gently, just like a band conductor directing the melody of the music. It looked elegant and rhythmic, but it was completely impossible to feel the power from it.
There are not many people in the world who can withstand the extraordinary power. If Mr. Ji relies on his viscount-level strength to go all out, Han Sen may not be his opponent.
But now Mr. Ji only uses the same level of power as Han Sen, which is a bit too conceited.