Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

The sword light struck by Nan Hong was obviously practiced by many disciples of Yidao Palace. It can be regarded as a basic sword technique, but it has been practiced to the top and extremely powerful sword drawing technique.

Among the many dragon skills in the Yi Sword Palace, the sword drawing technique has no level. When ordinary people practice it, it only has ordinary power, but when practiced by the strong, it has earth-shattering power.

Although Nan Qing and Nan Hong were both disciples of Nangong Duanchen, their sword-drawing skills were completely different.

There was a sound of wind coming, Su Han heard the wind and went away, but saw the shocking sword light cutting through the space, coming from above his head with an unparalleled pressure, it seemed that if he didn't dodge immediately, he would really do it. Split in half with a knife.

"It does have some strength."

Su Han smiled faintly, but did not confront him head-on. Instead, he dodged aside.

If he wants to get out of the way, not even Nan Hong can stop him.

Just from the light of the sword, Su Han could tell that Nan Hong's cultivation level was similar to that of Ji Fengyun, the genius of the older generation of the Ji family.

Ji Fengyun is very talented, but because he has delved into the extreme realm of each realm, his cultivation level has still been hovering between the peak of the Dragon God Realm and the Dragon King Realm so far.

But Nan Hong is not. His talent may be similar to Ji Fengyun, or even better than Ji Fengyun, but his strength is definitely not as strong as Ji Fengyun!

Cultivation is cultivation, strength is strength, the two are not the same.

Ji Fengyun is because he has delved into the extremes of each realm. He has been immersed in each realm for a long time. He is invincible among the same level.

But Nan Hong is still young, and it is considered extremely good for him to reach this level of cultivation at this age. He simply cannot settle in every realm like Ji Fengyun.

Su Han could defeat Ji Fengyun without breaking through before, let alone breaking through now and fighting against Nan Hong.

"Wow!"

Su Han dodged, but the sword light did not strike straight down, but followed him.

"roll!"

Seeing this scene, Su Han frowned slightly and suddenly shouted loudly. His voice turned into a sound wave and boomed out. At this moment, it seemed to have turned into substance and directly collided with the sword light.

"Bang!"

The two collided, and a muffled sound was heard. A crack appeared in the void. Nanhong's sword light paused slightly, and then spread directly into the void.

"What?!"

"So strong?"

"With one word, did Senior Brother Nanhong's sword light collapse?"

When many Yidao Palace disciples around saw this scene, their pupils shrank and they couldn't believe it.

Nan Hong's face also darkened, obviously he didn't expect Su Han to be so strong.

Before this, he felt that Su Han's strength was at most comparable to his own. Even if he couldn't beat him, he would not lose at his hands.

Many people regard Su Han as a legend, but in the eyes of arrogant geniuses like Nan Hong, they have never taken Su Han seriously. For all the legends Su Han created, they can find a very special one. A reasonable reason. Using this reason, they compared themselves with Su Han and felt that Su Han was not as scary as the legend said.

As everyone knows, this is just self-deception.

They are arrogant and cannot tolerate sand in their eyes, so they always compare others with themselves. To be precise, they always like to compare other people's shortcomings with their own strengths.

This is what those so-called geniuses think.

This is true for Nanhong and Nanqing.

But at this moment, Nan Hong's heart suddenly sank when she saw that Su Han's one word directly shattered his own sword light that could kill the late Dragon God Realm.

However, he still didn't feel that Su Han was any better than him, because the sword drawing technique was just Nanhong's simplest dragon skill. As Nangong Duanchen's direct disciple, he ranked second, so he naturally had it in his hands. There are many secret techniques. Under these secret techniques, Nan Hong is confident to fight against Su Han.

"Luo Tian Dao!"

Taking a deep breath, Nan Hong stared at Su Han for a moment, then turned his palm over, and a long knife emitting milky white light appeared in his hand.

"Luo Tian Dao?!"

"It turns out to be the Luo Tiandao. This is Senior Brother Nanhong's natal weapon. Under normal circumstances, he will not take out the Luo Tiandao."

"It seems that Su Baliu's strength has attracted the attention of Senior Brother Nan Hong."

"Huh, who is Nanhong? How can he be comparable to Su Zun?"

There was noise from the crowd, and they all obviously knew Nan Hong's weapons. Some people cheered for Nan Hong, but there were also people who stood by Su Han.

Among the many disciples of Yidao Palace, most of them agreed with Su Han. Whether it was the matter of the Divine Medicine Mountain or everything Su Han himself created, they were enough to admire him.

Many people felt from beginning to end that Nan Hong was not worthy of fighting Su Han. He did not have the strength.

"Luo Tian Dao?"

Su Han glanced at Nan Hong and said with a sarcastic smile, "It is said that people in Yida Palace carry weapons on their backs, and whenever they strike, they must hit with all their strength, but you and your ridiculous brother , it doesn’t seem to be the case?”

"What do you know?"

Nan Hong snorted coldly, "I'm just a frog in the well. Can you understand my Yidao Palace's behavior?"

"Okay, I'm the frog in the well."

Su Han nodded, not bothering to talk nonsense with him. He stretched out his right hand and tapped Nan Hong gently.

"Certainly!"

As soon as the word fell, Nan Hong's expression suddenly changed, and he felt as if countless threads were wrapped around his body. The speed was so fast that he almost had no time to react.

At this moment, Nan Hong said nothing, his mind flashed directly, and a stone shining with golden light appeared, and was immediately crushed by it.

"Buzz~"

The stone shattered, and Nan Hong broke away from Su Han's calming technique, still feeling terrified.

"Um?"

Su Han looked at the broken stone and sighed, "It's actually a sacred stone. As expected of the palace master's disciple, he even has such precious items, but only one hundred million. Let me see how many you have?" "

After the words fell, Su Han stretched out his finger again and tapped it fiercely.

After seeing this scene, Nan Hong's expression changed again, and he took out another sacred stone and crushed it directly.

But this time, after Nan Hong crushed the sacred stone, his expression turned extremely ugly.

Because the feeling of being entangled by silk threads never appeared at all, which meant... Su Han was playing with himself!

"asshole!!!"

Nan Hong gritted his teeth angrily, wishing he could kill Su Han with a knife.

As Su Han said, there are 100 million spiritual stones of this divine stone. Even if he is a disciple of Nangong Duanchen, he only has three in his body.

How could he not feel distressed when he just wasted one in vain?

Seeing that Su Han's finger was about to click for the third time, Nan Hong finally couldn't help it and shouted, "Su Baliu, what kind of skills do you have to use these magic arts? Do you dare to fight with me openly?!"