My friends are gods

Chapter 332 The broken sword, the giant palm that appeared in the sky

The violent spiritual energy fluctuated.

"die!"

The old ancestor roared, his hands flew in front of him, forming a strange handprint, where golden rays of light shone, he turned his hands over, and pushed towards Song Qiming's position.

"Boom!"

A huge palm print suddenly solidified at this moment, carrying a violent aura, and smashed towards it.

"Tips for carving insects."

Song Qiming smiled faintly and waved his hand lightly.

"Buzz!"

A ray of light burst out directly from the palm, and went straight towards the aura.

The two are handed over.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang.

The violent fluctuations spread from the junction of the two, like ripples on the water surface.

This wave of fluctuations was extremely violent, and the ground immediately cracked, but all the places affected were turned into powder in an instant.

"puff!"

The disciples, who were already seriously injured, spurted a mouthful of blood, rolled their eyes, and died completely.

Just the undulating power can kill people!
From this we can see how tyrannical this wave of fluctuations is!

"hiss!"

The disciples who didn't die all gasped, their faces full of horror.

"What a powerful strength!"

"Is this the power of the ancestor?"

"The ancestor is so tyrannical, he must be able to kill that guy!"

Even if they were seriously injured, these disciples didn't stop, they covered their wounds, and when they retreated, they didn't forget to talk one after another.

Everyone's eyes were full of joy.

This kind of power made them see the hope of their ancestors to avenge themselves and others.

In the deep pit, Wan Yuhai held his head tightly against the ground, fearing that it would be affected.

But fortunately, the fluctuation of the spiritual energy is in the plane, which just saved him from hiding in the deep pit.

"In my impression, the ancestor is not that powerful?"

Wan Yuhai's eyes were full of shock, and he thought to himself: "Is it because of the ancestor's strength, or because of that guy's strength?"

For a moment, his heart was full of doubts and a little apprehension.

If the ancestor's strength is improved, it is naturally the best.

If not...

That guy's strength is too terrifying!
"Humph!"

At the same time, the patriarch snorted coldly, his figure retreated instantly, and his face turned slightly pale.

He didn't expect Song Qiming's strength to be so tyrannical.

That handprint was a combat spell he was quite proud of, but he never expected that it would be so resisted.

Moreover, when the aura collided, he actually felt a sense of oppression and shock.

This made him look serious.

"This guy's strength is stronger than I imagined!"

The ancestor's eyes were serious, and he was still thinking about it. At the same time, he waved his palm lightly, and a sword shining with blue light appeared in his palm.

As the patriarch of Lingjian Villa, he is best at swords, of course!
With a sword and without a sword, the combat effectiveness can be quite different.

"what?"

Song Qiming was a little curious, and said to himself: "It was actually blocked."

He guessed that the strength at that time was enough to hurt the ancestor, but he didn't expect that the ancestor only retreated a little and was not injured.

It seems that the strength of this ancestor cannot be simply divided by realm, but that there is still a certain potential that has not yet exploded.

"Death to me!"

At this moment, the ancestor said coldly.

His figure, without knowing when, had already arrived in front of Song Qiming, his whole body soared into the air, and the sword in his hand pointed straight at the center of Song Qiming's eyebrows, stabbing violently.

This move is the most powerful killing move of the ancestor.

It looks ordinary, but what makes it so powerful is the elusive trajectory.

Few could see how he got here from where he was.

In the past, whenever the opponent used this move, he directly pierced the opponent's eyebrows before he could react.

But this time, he was facing Song Qiming.

It is undeniable that this ancestor's strength is indeed very strong, and this move is also quite strange and extremely fast.

However, in Song Qiming's eyes, it was still full of flaws, and it was just the most common move.

Song Qiming gently stretched out two fingers.

I don't see how hard he is, how fast he is, just a light pinch.

The swift, powerful and powerful sword was pinched by his two fingers lightly.

"what?!"

Patriarch was taken aback suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted in horror.

This move was unexpectedly caught!

This is a move that has never been missed!

The figure of the ancestor spun rapidly in the air, trying in vain to make the sword spin, thus directly cutting off Song Qiming's fingers.

however--

"Crack!"

A crisp sound.

The shining sword broke instantly.

Song Qiming's fingers holding the sword didn't even tremble, but the figure of the ancestor spun around.

The broken sword clanged and fell to the ground.

That crisp sound seemed to be the sound of a life-threatening bell, making the ancestor's heart beat faster at this moment.

"So strong!"

The ancestor was shocked, and the corner of his mouth twitched fiercely.

The sword was broken, but it was still tightly held between the two fingers, which was simply terrifying.

At this moment, the ancestor knew deeply that he was definitely not Song Qiming's opponent.

"No, I can't go on, run!"

The ancestor's eyes flashed, and such a thought flashed in his mind.

Before, he was furious and worried that his disciple would be killed, but now he only thought of running away.

If the disciple is killed, as long as he is still alive, he can continue to cultivate, but if he dies, the spirit sword villa will have no leader, which is impossible at all.

"Whoosh!"

At that moment, the figure of the ancestor turned into a flash of light, thinking of flying away from the sky, not daring to stay.

His inner thoughts are fully displayed as a double-standard dog.

But he didn't think so, on the contrary, he felt that it should be taken for granted, that's how it should be.

"Can you run away?"

Seeing this scene, Song Qiming raised the corner of his mouth, and instead of chasing after him, he slowly stretched out his palm and squeezed it lightly.

"Boom!"

Above the sky, there was a sudden explosion.

The sky became gloomy, and then, there seemed to be a huge crack in the sky.

In the gap, there was a huge palm, like it was made of gold, shining brightly, grabbing at the figure of the ancestor.

"what?!"

The old ancestor's face changed drastically, he let out an angry roar, his figure turned around in the air, and then turned around and flew to other places.

However, it is already too late.

The palm directly grabbed the body of the ancestor.

The figure of the ancestor, in front of the huge palm, was as small as an ant, and was directly caught in it.

(End of this chapter)