Brothers and sisters are all big brothers, but I am a small waste

Chapter 1212 The real slap in the face

Although the aura of heaven and earth in the comprehension world has recovered a lot, it is far from recovering to the level of the Dharma-ending era. It is not easy for a young and powerful man like Nangong Yuzhan to emerge. She really does not want Nangong Yuzhan to be killed Qingchen's two slaps slapped out the demons in his heart, and his way of cultivation was ruined, so he tried to persuade him.

But now it seems that her hard work is doomed to be in vain.

"Lu Qingli, if you fight me openly, maybe I will let you go, but you actually play such a sinister trick, then don't blame me for being cruel!" Now that he has seen through what Lu Qingli is planning, Nangong Of course Yuzhan was not interested in talking nonsense to her anymore, so he flew up, raised his long sword and slashed at her.

Immortal energy of the color of colorful colored glaze filled the whole body in an instant, and the ancient long sword let out a melodious sound full of spirituality, and also ignited a colorful flame.

The color of the world changed, and even the invisible space followed his sword swing, and a mysterious crack appeared.

"Miss Lu, be careful!" Lu Shize and several elders of the Shengyuan Xianzong shouted in unison, and their bodies tensed up instantly.

As one of the three great earth-level immortal sects, Shengyuan Xianzong also had a Supreme Elder who was in the realm of catastrophe. When they were young, they had seen the Supreme Elder make a move, and they were impressed by his powerful strength. Deeply shocked and fascinated.

Many years after the death of the Supreme Elder, none of them could forget the beauty of his sword, which became their greatest motivation to practice hard.

It wasn't until they saw Nangong Yuzhan's sword at this time that they realized how big the difference was between the Supreme Elder who forcibly raised his cultivation level to the state of catastrophe by relying on secret techniques, and the real strong man of catastrophe.

Nangong Yuzhan's sword was as powerful as Changhong, and the sky and the earth changed. It was not comparable to their Supreme Elder.

Although Lu Qingli has also been promoted to Jiebian, it's too late. Can she block Nangong Yuzhan's sword?
On the other hand, Xiang Dingtian and the others on the opposite side saw this and their eyes lit up. They had vaguely heard that Nangong Yuzhan came from the immortal sect of the evil realm, but they didn't expect that his sword would be so stunning and unstoppable.

"Okay, okay, it's fine if this Lu Qingli doesn't pay attention to our Ancient Sword Immortal Sect, and dares to repeatedly ruin Mr. Nangong's important affairs, now she is dead." An elder said.

"As a member of the Immortal Sect, I don't know how to advance and retreat, and I don't know the heights of heaven and earth, so I deserve to die." Xiang Dingtian also said with a sneer.

"It's a pity that she died like this. It's a good thing for her. The old man still counts on Mr. Nangong's mercy, so he can find a way to avenge He Rong in the future. It seems that there is no chance..." Chang Zhenxiong let out a long sigh.

Although he was embarrassed today and didn't have the guts to grab this opportunity with Nangong Yuzhan, but as long as Lu Qingli didn't die, he could always find a way to help his daughter vent her anger.With Gu Jian Xianmen's consistent domineering, there is no need for excuses, just hit the Supreme Dao Sect directly.

But looking at Nangong Yuzhan's sword, Lu Qingli's life would probably be lost in all likelihood, so how could he have another chance.

When speaking, Chang Zhenxiong had a look of regret and unwillingness.

"Crack!" Just then, there was a crisp sound.

Nangong Yuzhan, who was unstoppable in mid-air, suddenly turned his body sideways and flew out straight.

In the boundless world, there was a dead silence again in an instant.

Chang Zhenxiong's long sigh stopped abruptly, and he couldn't say a single word after that.

The others also looked dull, their eyes almost popping out.

Being slapped away, Mr. Nangong, who is in the realm of catastrophe, was slapped away again... Hey, why did you say "again", oh yes, it is because it is said that he has been slapped like this before... A slap flew by, and it was still twice.

Pain, Lu Qingli was right, being slapped like this, even a strong man in the realm of catastrophe should feel pain!Looking at Nangong Yuzhan, who had five bright red fingerprints quickly appearing on his face before landing, everyone touched their cheeks involuntarily. "Bang!" After flying more than ten feet away, Nangong Yuzhan fell heavily to the ground.

"How is it possible, how is this possible?" He covered his face and muttered to himself, in addition to shock and horror, there was more shame in his eyes.

Although he was slapped away by Bu Qingchen twice last time, he knew that it was just slapped on his body, and it was not the same thing as the slap that others imagined.

But today, Lu Qingli's slap in the face actually slapped him in the face.

Stretching out his hands to cover his cheeks, he could feel the five fingerprints swelling rapidly, and at the same time, there was a burning pain.

He is a strong man in the realm of catastrophe, how could he be slapped away so easily by a half-step catastrophe, and he was slapped in the face?

"I'm sorry, your cultivation base is a bit stronger, and I will inevitably lose my sense of proportion when I go all out, and I accidentally hit you in the face." Lu Qingli said apologetically.

Of course she also knows how shameful it is for a cultivator to be slapped in the face like this, but there is no way, Nangong Yuzhan's strength is there, even if she still retains the memory of her previous life, she still dare not be careless, so she can only choose The best place to start is to hit hard.

Nangong Yuzhan struck out with a sword, and his whole body was protected by the immortal power of the seven-colored glass, and only this face was the best to hit.

Hearing her insincere apology, Nangong Yuzhan suddenly wanted to cry: I was slapped in the face by you, and it was all my fault, because I blamed my cultivation base for being too high. The taller you are, the more you should be slapped in the face?
"Lu Qingli, how dare you humiliate me like this. Today, I, Nangong Yuzhan, will never die with you!" Nangong Yuzhan became more wronged and angry, and once again raised his long sword and flew up.

Just like before, this sword is still imposing and unstoppable, the seven-color glazed light is burning like a flame, and its power is even more than [-]% stronger than the sword just now.

Everyone felt their hearts clenched and their breathing stagnated, as if time had stopped under this sword.

"Crack!" The crisp sound came to my ears again.

Flying again, flying again... Before Xiang Dingtian and the others recovered from the shock, they saw Nangong Yuzhan flying out again like a kite with a broken string.

On that rather handsome face, five bright red fingerprints appeared again, but they were on the left just now, but this time they were on the right.

Not only was his face swollen, but the tie that tied his hair was also blown away, and his hair danced wildly with the wind along with his soaring figure.

"Boom!" This slap was obviously harder, so Nangong Yuzhan flew farther and hit harder.

After flying more than twenty feet, he hit the ground like a meteor.Amidst the loud bang, the gravel shot out and dust flew up, and he smashed out a pit with a radius of nearly ten feet on the solid ground.

(End of this chapter)