Qiu Xiuming originally thought that Han Jiulin was in the mood to fight, but his brain was not very good, so he dared to confront himself, a master of the eighth-level magical power realm, so he concentrated all his strength on his right fist, intending to destroy one of Han Jiulin's arms with one blow.
But he never imagined that as soon as he touched Han Jiulin's palm, he would be instantly repelled by a force like a turbulent wave.
However, Han Jiulin's offensive did not stop. He launched a series of rapid and violent attacks towards Qiu Xiuming. Under Han Jiulin's attack like a sudden storm, Qiu Xiuming finally couldn't even use the strength to resist.
With a "boom" sound, Qiu Xiuming's body suddenly collapsed a wall, and then streams of blood spurted out from his mouth.
"How could you suddenly become so powerful?
How on earth did you do that!"
Qiu Xiuming looked at Han Jiulin in disbelief. Every previous attack from Han Jiulin was like a strong man at the ninth-level magical power level beating himself up. Every blow was as powerful as a mountain.
Han Jiulin had no intention of responding to him. All he could see was that black evil aura was exuding from his eyes, and then silver thunderbolts gathered between Han Jiulin's palms and then slammed into Qiu Xiuming's chest.
Receiving this huge force, Qiu Xiuming was instantly knocked out and fell heavily on the rain-filled street like a wild dog. At this moment, his wounds were covered with burnt black, and his internal organs were also severely damaged.
Blood spurted out all the time.
The remaining dozen Feihong League disciples also fell out one after another under Han Jiulin's transformation into thunder, and they all fell to the ground in a state of confusion.
Han Jiulin walked out of the attic unhurriedly. His clothes were completely soaked in blood. Silver lightning flashed around Han Jiulin, and the silver snakes dancing wildly in the sky flashed before everyone's eyes.
At this moment, Han Jiulin was in full swing. With a flash of light in his eyes, the star sword energy from "Star Picking from the Sky" flew out in an instant, picking off one star after another in the air.
A big good head.
In the street, only Qiu Xiuming, who was seriously injured, was left.
He used his own spiritual energy to support a body-protecting spiritual energy shield, which was used to reach the star sword energy that attacked him when the "Star Reaching from the Sky" was activated.
Han Jiulin, however, just stood on the side of the street and quietly watched everything happening in front of him.
"Impossible, impossible! Even if you have broken through to the sixth level of magical power, it is absolutely impossible to become so powerful all of a sudden. What evil method did you use!"
Qiu Xiuming gritted his teeth at this moment, endured the severe pain in his internal organs, and used all his strength to resist the continuous attacks of "Star Reaching from the Sky".
In today's battle, the Feihong Alliance could really be considered a total defeat. Almost all the dozens of people who were originally brought to encircle and suppress Han Jiulin had been killed by him. Even he was almost unable to resist, and a life was about to be ruined here.
In fact, with Qiu Xiuming's cultivation, he could have fought against Han Jiulin, but he was confused by Han Jiulin's previous performance, and actually had a close combat with Han Jiulin, who at this moment had a stronger physique than the average Nine-turn Divine Power Realm expert.
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It's really a recipe for death.
But when he realized this huge mistake, it was too late. Qiu Xiuming, who was now seriously injured, had lost any chance of making a comeback.
In fact, this is not entirely because he lost in terms of physical fitness. The most fundamental problem is still the same as Han Jiulin's judgment on this guy when he first saw Qiu Xiuming -
This guy obviously doesn't have a bright mind.
"I said that enemies who dare to threaten me with the people around me will have only one idea in the end!"
Han Jiulin moved, and once again turned into a silver thunderbolt that instantly broke through Qiu Xiuming's body-protecting aura shield, and then grabbed Qiu Xiuming's head and pulled him up.
Then a black wave of flames erupted from Han Jiulin's eyes, instantly smashing Qiu Xiuming's head to pieces, and his body was burned by black flames and turned into coke.
The little golden dragon came here quietly at some point. When he saw this scene, he was so frightened that he fluttered his wings and turned around to run away. However, Han Jiulin's senses were so sharp at this time that he moved in front of the little golden dragon.
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"Xiao Jin?
You came just in time! Come on, come with me and kill everyone!"
After a fierce battle, Han Jiulin finally showed a smile.
Unexpectedly, this timid little golden dragon shook its head vigorously and tried to turn around and run away again, but this time Han Jiulin immediately grabbed the long tail.
Han Jiulin persuaded: "Xiao Jin, as a descendant of the Divine Dragon Clan, you are destined to be accompanied by killing and war throughout your life from the time you were born. If you do not transform normally in battle, sooner or later you will die at the hands of other Divine Dragon Clan."
"Fighting is our destiny. We have no other choice."
The little golden dragon seemed to remember something when he heard the word "Shenlong Clan". Then he looked at Han Jiulin with his eyes, and his heart was filled with confusion.
Within the Dragon Teeth Club.
Han Lingyun, Baili Xinghuo, Ji Tianhua, Jin Yufeng, Li Dao, Hailiang and others gathered in the lobby of the Dragon Ya Club. Although their faces had different expressions, they were all worried about Han Jiulin.
Hai Liang stood on the wall beside him, with a rather gloomy look on his face, and said, "The sound of fighting outside has gradually disappeared. It seems that Junior Brother Han may..."
"elder brother!"
Han Lingyun was bursting into tears at this moment. She held the long whip tightly in her hands and was about to go out. When Jin Yufeng saw this, she naturally moved and stopped in front of Han Lingyun's body.
Jin Yufeng sighed, and then said to Han Lingyun: "Junior Sister Lingyun, the disciples of the Feihong Alliance are all very powerful. Even your brother Han Jiulin can't defeat them. If you go out now, you will only die in vain!"
"I can't control that much anymore! I'm going to find my brother!"
Han Lingyun forced Jin Yufeng back with a palm, and then ran towards the door again.
However, Li Dao also blocked the door at this time, faced Han Lingyun, shook his head, and then said:
"Junior sister Han, since your brother entrusted you to us before he left, we will never sit idly by and watch you go and risk your life in vain."
Before Li Dao finished speaking, Han Lingyun had already whipped him with a whip, causing him to jump away.
Taking this opportunity, Han Lingyun immediately rushed out of the door.
At the same time, a group of cultivators from the Blood Moon Palace walked on the street, looking at the dilapidated buildings in front of them due to the battle and said:
"The sound of killing has stopped. It seems that Han Jiulin, the peerless genius, died in the siege of the disciples of the Feihong Alliance after all. It is such a pity and a shame!"