Heavenly God Mnemonic

"Hmph, haven't you suffered enough?"

Han Zhun sneered, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and then slapped Yin Yue Yi finger out.

The other seven struggled again and attacked Han Zhun.

Han Zhun shouted: "All retreat. I originally thought that these people would have a little strength, but I also wanted to use them as my subordinates. I didn't expect all of them to be stubborn. If that's the case, let's get all the lunch boxes."

The monstrous devil qi gushes from his body, transforms into a palm in the void, and slaps the eight people wildly.

The clutches of the clutches shuttled in the air like a butterfly, and the eight people fought hard to resist, and moved quickly under their feet to fight with them.

"Ok?"

Han Zhun showed a slightly surprised look. Originally, he thought that with this palm he would be able to send eight people to pick up the lunch box, but he did not expect to be cleverly avoided by them, and used the power of the formation to switch from defense to offense. Come out of the gap, hit **** at yourself.

"Huh, is this what you were unwilling to do before you died? It's useless. In the face of absolute strength, any technique is just a fancy clown."

Han Zhun sneered, and his figure flickered, before squeezing out the two fingerings, and then patted a person with his backhand. He planned to kill one first, break the formation, and then kill one by one.

At this moment, three finger lights came through the air again, shuttled on both sides of the man, and hit Han Zhun. The man also hurriedly made a finger by himself, which was the Jumang **** of one of the eight-tone string fingers, together with the three fingers.

With four fingers out, even Han Zhun frowned slightly. He didn't hold it hard, but just turned his feet and avoided him.

But in an instant, the other three pointed out one after another, forcing them to come over.

"what?!"

Han Zhun's face changed slightly, and the eight people joined forces to suppress him, which surprised him.

If one move and two moves suppressed oneself, it can be said to be a coincidence, but now that four or five moves have suppressed oneself, it is definitely not a coincidence.

Moreover, these eight people were injured in the first battle, and their strength is far less than just now.

Brigadier General Han glanced at Su Ying, sullen in his heart, and said in his heart: "The eight-tone string array must have been passed to these eight people by Su Ying. At this moment, Su Ying is watching the battle from the sidelines, and she must be secretly pointing. She can see everything clearly from the side. Really, under guidance, the formation is so powerful that it can suppress the power of breaking my Nirvana."

He was frightened and angry in his heart, and at the same time raised expectations for the eight-tone stringed array. If they could obtain this array, their Ancient Demon Sect would have another support.

"Small bugs are just a bunch of clowns, watch me send you to pick up lunch boxes!"

Han Zhun yelled and jumped into the air, countless terrifying powers gushing out of his body, and all martial arts in all directions were shocked by this coercion.

"Broken Nirvana...really is Broken Nirvana..."

Su Ying's face was pale, her lips murmured, her face was full of despair.

As the pinnacle of the Sanhua realm, she naturally understands the terrible shattered Nirvana realm. This kind of realm gap cannot be filled by a number of people.

The eight people of Su Qian were equally shocked, but they soon calmed down, and each moved according to the formation method, and at the same time pinched the Jue Seal. For a time, in this tumbling demonic energy, it seemed that a rhythm was born, shaking everyone's heartstrings.

"what is this?"

Su Ying was shocked, her heart trembling under the sound of the piano.

Everyone was in a daze, and there was no piano, but after Su Qian's group of eight, the sound of the piano did appear. It was not an illusion. Everyone heard it.

Han Zhun was also shocked, with a sense of inexplicable anxiety, as if he was going to be planted in the hands of these eight people, "Impossible, absolutely impossible." He hurriedly comforted himself, eliminated the distracting thoughts in his mind, and shouted. Launch directly from the palm.

"Moying aspect!"

"Boom!"

Countless demonic energy turned into a storm, raging in the palace, hitting eight people separately.

Su Qian's breath sank and shouted: "Shoot!"

Eight people each made a finger, and the sound of "swish swish" broke through the air. I saw a few finger lights flying through the air, and then the strings appeared inexplicably between the sky and the earth, red orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, a total of seven. .

"Zheng!"

As soon as the sound of the piano sounded, a ray of light burst out.

"Boom!"

Cut on the devilish aspect.

Han Zhun's face changed drastically, and the power of the piano sound directly penetrated the devil qi and shook into his body.

"puff!--"

Han Zhun spurted out blood, retreated several steps, and was actually injured.

The eight people of Su Qian also vomited blood out of their mouths, and the blood in their bodies was very uncomfortable. They kept retreating, and three of them fell directly to the ground.

When the two sides played against each other, Han Zhun won by half.

But the performance of the eight people has been impressive, and Su Ying is even more excited. The comprehension power of the eight people of Su Qian on the eight-tone string finger is already above hers, "You are very good, you are very good! "

Su Qian was also extremely excited. Although he was seriously injured, he stood up forcibly, held his fists in the air and bowed, and said loudly, "Thank you for your guidance!"

When this remark came out, everyone was in an uproar.

Su Ying suddenly, it's no wonder that these eight people have all changed. They were able to fight such a perfect battle with the weak and the strong. It turned out that someone secretly pointed out that it should be the case. She hurriedly clasped her fists and said in the void: "I don't know which of my fellow students came to Cangnan, Su Ying has lost a long way to welcome."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked, half happy and half sad. Who is Su Ying's "same door"? That was the force that came to the top of the sky star field-Tian Cong Academy. If Tian Cong Academy really intervened in this matter, it would give the Ancient Demon Sect a hundred courage, and they would not dare to peer into Cangnan.

But Su Ying shouted several times without any response.

Han Zhun's face was gloomy and uncertain, and he didn't know if Su Ying and others were doing the show, or if someone was really secretive. He released his divine consciousness, but he didn't feel anything, and said in his heart: "With my cultivation of Broken Nirvana, even if the opponent is a strong celestial power, there will be some clues. The people of the Cangnan Sect must be fooling around. Want to startle me back."

He looked at Mrs. Su, who also looked dazed, and shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't know anything.

Now Han Zhun even more determined that the other party was playing mystery, and hummed: "A group of clowns who are jumping on the beam, dare to play tricks when they die." He waved his hand and shouted, "Go!"

The people of the Ancient Demon Sect immediately besieged, and the battle stood up, and the palace guards desperately resisted in panic. But helplessly, the opponent is crowded and the battle circle is shrinking.

Su Qian shouted: "Catch the thief first, capture the king, kill Han Zhun first, and join me."

The eight of them rose into the air and killed Han Zhun.

"Huh!" Han Zhun's face was ugly. After just a few moves, he felt as if he had seen a ghost, and a trace of fear arose in the hearts of these eight people. But thinking of the strength of these eight people, only oneself can hold them, and when the murderous aura appeared, they rushed up and fought together.