Urban super cultivator

Chapter 293 It's Not Over

"court death!!!"

The patriarch of Tianmen was completely enraged by Su Zhuo. He was already ready to go, and he squeezed his palm again, and deafening noises exploded around Su Zhuo.

It was as if the air around Su Zhuo had turned into gunpowder and exploded directly.

"Today I will cut you into pieces and teach you how to be a man!!"

The voice of the ancestor of Tianmen was full of sincere killing intent.

The xinxing cultivated in ten years of retreat collapsed in an instant when faced with Su Zhuo's disdain.

After all, in the eyes of the ancestor of Tianmen, Su Zhuo's words were a provocation and contempt for Chi Guoguo.

Seeing the ancestor of Tianmen falling from the sky like an eagle, Su Zhuo narrowed his eyes, and his whole body seemed to turn into a sharp sword in an instant, and said coldly: "Today next year will be the death day of you old thief."

At this time, the eyes of everyone in Tianmen were full of excitement. They even saw the scene where Su Zhuo was killed by the ancestor of Tianmen.

Especially when they heard Su Zhuo's words, everyone was furious, feeling that their idols and beliefs had been challenged, and could not help but curse again and again.

"go to hell!!"

Tian Xing saw that the ancestor of Tianmen rushed to Su Zhuo, and the air around Su Zhuo seemed to be compressed into substance, he gritted his teeth and cursed angrily.

"He's dead!! No, he won't be able to live, he won't be able to die!!"

Everyone in Tianmen also cursed.

Endless oppression rolled in from all around, and Su Zhuo was in the center of this oppression, as if he couldn't move at all.

His clothes rattled as if in a hurricane.

The ancestor of Tianmen laughed loudly: "Really Su, this is the true meaning that I have comprehended after more than ten years of retreat. Although I am still only a martial artist, not an ancient martial arts practitioner, my strength is already comparable to that of the peak of the prestige state. Comparing shoulders, everything, you are dead!"

Su Zhuo closed his eyes slightly, feeling the power rushing from all directions.

Soon, he made sure of one thing.

The power gathered like a substance is exactly the aura possessed by warriors above the level of martial arts saints.

However, after more than ten years of research, the ancestor of Tianmen has reached a state of perfection in the use and mastery of stellar qi, so when he uses it, he even has a faint feeling of surpassing stellar qi.

If it wasn't for Su Zhuo's strength being strong enough, he would not have been able to perceive that the power exerted by the ancestor of Tianmen turned out to be Gang Qi.

Even if it has been confirmed, Su Zhuo can hardly believe that Gang Qi can have such terrifying power.

This is like a peerless swordsman who can hurt people by flying flowers and picking leaves. If he didn't see it with his own eyes, but just heard it, who would believe that he could defeat the peerless magic weapon just by falling petals and leaves? !
If it is an ordinary master who suddenly encounters this move of the ancestor of Tianmen, maybe he will be caught by surprise.

But for Su Zhuo, everything is completely different.

Immortal cultivators pursue not only the control of power, but also the control of subtleties.

Therefore, after he quickly gained insight into the true meaning of the power of the ancestor of Tianmen, he immediately thought of a way to deal with it.

In the face of such a powerful and domineering force, the only way is to overcome strength with rigidity.

His feet took a step back slightly, and his hands were gently stretched out at his waist.

And as he made these two inconspicuous movements, the aura on his body suddenly rose rapidly.

""Eighteen Forms of Qianyuan", the first form, Tongtian Fist!"

Su Zhuo's speech was very slow, like soothing piano music, faintly transmitted from the sky.

Immediately, he punched slowly towards the void in front of him.

At first glance, this punch also looks like an understatement, like a weak willow supporting the wind, making people feel like they are in the soothing music.

However, at the end of the punch, the momentum changed suddenly, as if Hong Zhong Dalu had been transformed from the violin without any transition.

The first form of "Eighteen Forms of Qianyuan" seems to have a simple name, but with the improvement of Su Zhuo's strength, the power of this punch is no longer comparable to what it was back then.

Boom! ! !

How to describe Su Zhuo's punch?

It was as if a thunderbolt exploded in the void, a big hole was torn open in the sky and the earth, and the rain fell like the Milky Way falling nine days.

The Yellow River entering the sea and the great river bursting its embankment cannot compare with this punch.

The sky and the earth shook accordingly, and countless crackling sounds were produced in the air in an instant.

This punch collided with the oncoming strong energy.

There is no suspense in everything, as if Hulk's punch hit the window paper, piercing through and shattering in an instant! !

Bang! !

The strong qi, which was so thick that it tended to be substantive, and even the ground was crushed and trembling, was bombarded into countless fragments in an instant when it encountered this punch.

The power contained in it was naturally shattered and disintegrated in an instant! !

Why couldn't the ancestor of Tianmen feel his powerful power, and was instantly destroyed. His wrinkled old face was instantly completely occupied by shock and disbelief.

"You, what kind of boxing technique is this, how can you be so overbearing?!"

He couldn't help blurting out, his voice full of endless horror.

"Don't rush to ask, this punch is not over yet..."

At this time, a smile appeared on the corner of Su Zhuo's mouth.

"what?!"

Immediately, all the expressions on the face of the ancestor of Tianmen, including the subtle expressions, froze in an instant.

He clearly felt that the powerful force of destruction was rolling in like a volcanic eruption.

The target was his chest! !

(End of this chapter)