Chapter 417 The invincible hand under the great sage
Three true saints have arrived.
In Su Haoran's eyes, the three martial saints from the Immortal Mansion may not be stronger than the family heads in Two Realms City, but their eyes reveal a confidence that those family heads do not have.
The three of them stepped forward, and each time they seemed to flash, they quickly appeared five meters away in front of Su Haoran.
Jiang Ming retreated behind the three martial saints, his arms drooped feebly, and a sickly smile appeared on his face: "Haha! Although I don't want to admit it, your strength is indeed far greater than mine. You let me, the immortal manor,
Tianjiao's belief collapsed, so you must die. If you don't die, you will become my inner demon."
"Inner demon?"
Among the three martial saints, the one on the left glanced back, and then said seriously: "If you can't defeat this person, your inner demon will always be with you. If this continues, even if you can still improve your cultivation, but
But I will never be able to enter the Tao realm."
After Jiang Ming heard these words, he knelt down weakly on the ground to accompany him. He raised his right hand unwillingly and punched the ground.
"Forget it, after all, he is a genius cultivated by our Immortal Mansion."
The Martial Saint on the right stepped towards Su Haoran and said coldly: "I will be responsible for this evildoer. I will kill this Su Haoran, hoping to help Jiang Ming eliminate his inner demons."
This Martial Saint was not just talking. He strode forward and raised his fist to hit Su Haoran in the face.
Bang!
Su Haoran's face was expressionless, and he raised his hand to catch Wu Sheng's fist.
Without the added combat power, Su Haoran relied on his own basic strength to receive Wu Sheng's punch. Although he received it, he still felt heavy pressure.
He seemed to have received a punch, but it was as if he had received a mountain with his hands.
"Sure enough, he has some strength."
Wu Sheng punched out quickly and retracted his punch even faster. At the same time, he shook his wrist with his left hand and grabbed Su Haoran's neck with his five fingers.
Su Haoran stepped back, Wu Sheng's five fingers passed in front of him, and the strength of the finger tips actually penetrated an ancient tree to the left of the two of them into five transparent holes.
"You can actually hide away."
A look of horror flashed in Wu Sheng's eyes.
Although he had emphasized before that he should not underestimate Su Haoran, deep down in his heart he still felt that he was absolutely capable of suppressing Su Haoran at the level of a true Martial Saint. The level of a Martial Saint was definitely not something that a strong Tiangang Realm person could surpass.
"More than just avoiding it!"
After Su Haoran avoided the attack, he shook his right shoulder and punched his opponent's chin like a spindle.
Bang!
Wu Sheng raised his left arm to block, and the two masters exchanged moves without too many tricks, but the physical collision between attack and defense produced a loud sound like thunder.
With one attack and one block, the two men's Gang Qi burst out a ripple of air visible to the naked eye, spreading in all directions.
Originally, neither of them wanted to take a step back, but at this moment, they both couldn't help but take three steps back.
"This kid really has something. He can compete with the Martial Saint and not fall short."
"He can fight against the thirty-eight sub-sects alone. Judging from this combat power, the power he is showing now is definitely not his limit. Maybe he really has a trump card to fight with us."
The fighting prowess displayed by Su Haoran made the two martial saints watching the battle from behind couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.
"Interesting, interesting!"
The Wu Sheng who was fighting with Su Haoran had a ferocious look on his face.
As a member of the Immortal Palace Holy War Protector Group, a genuine martial saint, he actually competes with the juniors in the Tiangang Realm. This is the shame of his life!
He dived slightly, and the aura buried in his body exploded, shouting loudly: "From now on, if I, Lu Youwei, can't kill you, a little Tiangang realm, within three moves, I will let you kill me.
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"Three moves?"
Su Haoran's right hand was clenched at his waist, and there was a golden light in his eyes. When his opponent exploded with all his strength and punched him again, Su Haoran's fist suddenly burst out: "The tiger collapses!"
Bang!
The first of the eight movements of King Fist, Fu Hu collapses the strength, doubling Su Haoran's combat power.
After the two fists collided together, an arc of electricity exploded that lit up the sky. This shows that the power that the two burst out at this time was too terrifying, and the laws of heaven and earth were shaken with one blow.
The most frightening thing is that after Su Haoran fired this punch, his body was as stable as a mountain, while Zhen Youwei's face was red from the blow to his feet, and he took one step, two steps, three steps back!
Every time his footsteps fell, he made a deep foot pit.
"That's it?"
Su Haoran seized the opportunity and followed up with a punch, "Is this how powerful you are to kill me in three moves? I doubt you can catch my three moves!"
As he spoke, Su Haoran raised his right arm and unleashed the second form of the Eight-Fist Wang Fist, Subduing Dragon Whip.
"This is unreasonable, I will never lose to you!"
Lu Youwei roared with red eyes and raised his fist to fight.
Boom!
Su Haoran's fist fell, as if using the earth as a drum, knocking Buzhou Mountain with a loud sound.
Four times the combat power!
The power of this punch was enough to shake the heaven and the earth. Lu Youwei was blasted so hard that the sleeve on his right arm was shattered into pieces. His feet were nailed into the soil with a thud, until his feet stepped on the rocks, and both of his calves were completely broken.
Hole into the ground.
However, Su Haoran's strength was so terrifying that it forced Lu Youwei's arm to fall quickly, forcing him to raise his left arm to block.
Bang!
As a result, the sleeve of Lu Youwei's left arm was also blown to pieces. Only then was he able to receive Su Haoran's punch, and his arms were pressed above his head by Su Haoran's strength.
puff!
After trying his best to withstand the punch, Lu Youwei couldn't help it anymore and a mouthful of old blood spurted out.
"The third move!"
Immediately afterwards, Su Haoran raised his right fist, and opened his left hand downwards with a force that seemed to be able to crush the world.
"No, he's going to kill Youwei."
"Junior, if you dare to kill him, I will kill you."
The other two Martial Saints appeared in front of Su Haoran and raised their fists at the same time.
Lu Youwei also took advantage of the situation and stood up, hitting Su Haoran with his shoulder, and at the same time shouted: "Holy Dao Realm!"
The three martial saints took action at the same time, and the holy realm was opened.
If this move is executed by someone else, it will definitely be an unstoppable kill.
However, Su Haoran's third move has been fully charged, and Emperor Xianwu's soul is not afraid of the holy realm. He struck forward with his left palm and shouted: "I'm afraid three martial saints are not enough. Look at this move of mine."
Cook Hai Kun Jin!"
boom!
The force of this palm actually shook the space, and an obvious palm print-shaped space pit appeared in front of Su Haoran.
Eight times the combat power, this blow was already a very powerful method for Su Haoran without exchanging the combat power.
Lu Youwei was the first to bear the brunt. His shoulder exploded due to the shock from Su Haoran's palm. Half of his body collapsed, as if he had been hit by a tank running at full speed. His mouth and nose were bleeding and he was thrown back.
Immediately afterwards, this extreme power hit the fists of the other two martial saints.
The majestic martial arts true saint was supposed to despise the world, but under Su Haoran's blow, he was also knocked upside down, and before he even hit the ground, he spurted out a large mouthful of blood.
Deep in the Immortal Mansion, looking at Su Haoran through the magical pool of water, the middle-aged man with the red tire mark on his forehead raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and said excitedly: "What a miracle, he has completely broken the Martial Saint Realm.
The natural chasm is probably invincible to the great sage."