Chapter four hundred and sixteen there is a strong enemy
"That's unreasonable!"
"If he's so arrogant, then just kill him."
"Come on, come on, you are not as good as a dog, right? Now I will beat you into a dog."
Thirty-eight sub-sages formed a large net and enveloped Su Haoran.
When Jiang Ming saw Thirty-eight Lords taking action, he shouted with satisfaction: "Su Haoran, I don't think you will die this time? You dare to say that Yasheng is not as good as a dog, and you dare to despise the Tianjiao of my immortal mansion, I don't think you will die this time?"
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Facing the thirty-eight sub-sages, a strange smile appeared on Su Haoran's face.
Once upon a time, he was the Immortal Martial Emperor above the nine heavens, and he could annihilate the galaxy with a flick of his hand. But after his rebirth, he struggled hard to break through to the Grandmaster realm. A sub-sage was once someone he had to look up to.
existence, which made him very unhappy.
But now!
Facing the first Yasheng who rushed in front of him, Su Haoran stepped forward, his feet and horses were in one, he raised his fist and waved it out, exhaled and said: "Lie down."
Bang!
In the fierce collision with Su Haoran, a sub-sage's arm broke with a crack, the broken bones protruded from the skin and flesh, splashing large amounts of blood, and the body fell to the ground with a bang.
Ya Sheng was the second one to reach Su Haoran's side. Murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he hit Su Haoran's head with a high whip.
From the perspective of Su Haoran's clairvoyance, his fierce and extremely fast kick was like a movie in slow motion.
"Very good, I will unleash all my fighting power today to see if there is any sub-sage in the Immortal Palace who can arouse my true fighting spirit." Su Haoran whispered to himself, as if to his opponent, also
As if saying to myself.
Click!
He raised his hand to block and extended his arm, which actually severely broke the tibia of this sub-sage's calf. The pain caused the sub-sage to scream loudly and roll outwards with his legs in his arms.
"Junior, you are too cruel, you are seeking your own death!"
The third Yasheng rushed in front of Su Haoran, opened his big hands, and clasped his five fingers like steel hooks at Su Haoran's throat: "Eat my phaseless dragon claw move!"
puff!
Unfortunately, Su Haoran raised his left hand with this seemingly terrifying claw move and pointed the sword at his palm.
A sharp sword energy penetrated his palm, and then nailed his shoulder. The terrifying inertia drove him backwards and flew more than ten meters away.
"It's not that I was too harsh, but that you were too weak."
Su Haoran completely let go of his true nature and faced dozens of sub-sages, not only to test his strength, but also to practice his skills with them.
"Junior, if you say we are weak, I will tear your mouth apart."
Bang!
The fourth sub-sage attacked Su Haoran, but Su Haoran turned around and whipped him, hitting the opponent's chin with an empty fist, knocking the sub-sage out directly.
"You bastard, everyone gathered around and beat him up. Every one of them will be beaten into a dog by him."
The fifth Yasheng rushed up and called everyone to take action together.
Boom!
As a result, after he shouted just one sentence, a size 44 foot smothered his face.
The terrifying power knocked the sub-sage upside down, and seven or eight bloody teeth spurted out from his mouth.
Immediately afterwards, at least four Yasheng attacked Su Haoran at the same time, launching killing blows from his front, back, left and right.
However, Su Haoran's body rotated violently like a top, using centrifugal force to disperse all the fist power of the four sub-sages.
Bang!
While spinning, Su Haoran's left fist hit his back, and the force of the whip collapsed the chest of a sub-sage, causing him to vomit blood and fall backwards, and then he sat on the ground with a plop.
At the same time, Su Haoran wrapped his right hand with silk, and with a move of Baguazhang's cloud hand, he slapped the shoulder of another Yasheng with a snap.
As a result, the young saint's back blade exploded with a bang, and a large piece of clothing was shattered into pieces by the strong energy that penetrated it.
Boom!
Immediately afterwards, Su Haoran jumped up and performed a graceful swing in the air. He kicked the other two Yasheng away with his two powerful long legs.
These four moves are so fast that they seem to take a long time to decompose, but they actually take less than one-fifth of a second.
When other Yasheng came around, they wanted to defeat Su Haoran before he landed and had no focus.
But!
Su Haoran turned over in the air and swung his fists downwards: "Thirty-sixth Tiangang Fist!"
Boom, boom boom boom!
The martial arts that Ling Feng, the God of War in the North, was most proud of, has now exerted another level of power in Su Haoran's hands. Fist seals fell like meteors one after another.
He used the Mo Sect's Great Tiangang Divine Skill to activate the Tiangang Fist, which continuously increased his combat power. The thirty-six Tiangang stars in his body formed a pattern-like vein, constantly flashing the brilliance of the temple.
"Ah, what kind of martial arts is this... Ah poof!" Yasheng, who was the first to be punched, was knocked to the ground and his whole body was smashed into the soil.
"I'll fight with you...ah!" Another Yasheng attacked with all his strength, but his fist was hit by Su Haoran's punch mark and the entire sleeve of his arm was shattered into pieces, and then he fell back bleeding profusely.
"You bastard, I don't believe it. A little guy from the Tiangang Realm, can he really defeat so many of our Yashengs?"
"I'm not convinced either. If we don't kill this brat today, will we still have the dignity to call ourselves members of the Immortal Mansion?"
"Fight...Ah poof!"
At least seven or eight Yasheng were furious and tried their best to fight Su Haoran.
Unfortunately, under Su Haoran's Tiangang Fist Seal, all of them were shaken violently, their mouths and noses were bleeding, and they were striding backwards.
Seven or eight Ya Saints joined forces to fight against Su Haoran, and were blessed with more than 50% of their combat power by the Great Summoning Technique. However, they were all blown into the ground by Su Haoran.
Down.
Fortunately, the soil layer in this battle area is thicker, and the kung fu foundation of these sub-sages in the Immortal Mansion is deep enough, otherwise they would have to be beaten to death by Su Haoran.
When Su Haoran landed again, the number of thirty-eight sub-sages had been reduced by one-third.
The remaining twenty or so people all retreated, and no one dared to continue the attack.
"It's so awesome."
Mu Gui, who had been following behind, waved his big fist vigorously and said: "Master's combat power has once again refreshed my understanding. It turns out that he didn't use all his strength to deal with several immortals just now!"
“The owner is amazing!”
Ying Ye was extremely shocked and said: "Although I have only been with him for a few days, my master seems to be making leap-forward breakthroughs at any time. His combat power is like a bottomless pit."
Ouch!
The Han tiger also raised its huge tiger head and let out a roar that shook the mountains and rivers, looking extremely proud.
"This, how is this possible?"
Jiang Ming, who used the magical power of the Great Summoning Technique to summon the thirty-eight sub-sages, turned pale with fright, put his head in his hands and said: "Is this combat power a cheat? Even our immortal mansion can't do anything about it.
Who trained such a genius monster?"
Jiang Ming's mentality collapsed, and his Great Summoning Technique was unstable. The light curtain behind him suddenly trembled, sucking back all the remaining sub-sage powerhouses.
"Hey! Don't leave!"
Seeing this scene, Su Haoran said anxiously: "I haven't had enough of fighting yet. Jiang Ming, please summon me again. This time I summon the true saint. It's not challenging to fight the sub-sage."
"Who is that person?"
"It seems to be called Su Haoran. Which force trained this ruthless person?"
"It's so scary. I have never seen such a ferocious Tiangang Realm junior. I almost wet my pants in fear."
The twenty-odd young saints who were sucked back to the Immortal Mansion by the Great Summoning Technique were still frightened even though they were in a safe place.
As for the dozen or so Yasages who were not sucked back and were knocked down by Su Haoran, they were all pretending to be dead at this time. How could they have the nerve to get up again?
Jiang Ming watched Su Haoran step towards him, his arms were shaking violently with fear, and then he shouted: "As the number one true disciple of the Immortal Mansion, I join the Breathing Holy War Protector Group to fight. I have a strong enemy."
Why!
Immediately, a sigh sounded in the air.
Three middle-aged men with medium builds but long breaths appeared at the same time.
"To deal with a junior in the Tiangang Realm, we actually want our Holy War Protector to fight. We will definitely lose face today!"
"We from the True Saint Realm are here to deal with the Tiangang Realm, haha! No wonder only the three of us showed up, and others were too embarrassed to come out!"
"Don't underestimate this Su Haoran. Thirty-eight Yashengs can't do anything to him. If we underestimate the enemy, we may suffer big losses."