Holy Son is so arrogant

Chapter 50 It's just waste wood in white clothes.

"Hey, Nangong waste wood, don't you think that changing your clothes and changing your name will save you from dying?"

Su Ping shrugged, with a playful look, and yelled at the Nangong Monument.

Unlike everyone who was waiting in strict battle, Su Ping acted very relaxed.

Now that his master has spoken, let him kill Nangong Bei.

That also means that the Nangong Monument at this time is nothing to fear.

It's just that the high-level sects around who didn't know it, when they heard this sentence, they suddenly felt dizzy and their hearts were trembling.

"What did the Holy Son just say?"

"My God! This is the reincarnation of the Supreme God King Nangong Bei!"

"Holy Son is too unsteady."

Countless exclamations came, and everyone couldn't believe their ears.

At this moment, everyone once again realized the arrogance of their own son.

Could it be that my holy son has not figured out the situation until now? !
Isn't it clear that the person in front of him is no longer the Nangongtian who could be abused wantonly?

Instead, it became the Nangong Monument of the God King in White, who once suppressed an era and was most expected to become the Great Emperor!

"interesting."

Hearing the sound, a group of white-clothed Nangong Monuments finally turned their attention to Su Ping and Dugu Nansheng beside Su Ping.

When looking at Dugu Nansheng, who was as beautiful as the bright moon, there was a hint of emotion in his eyes, but he just shook his head, sighed in his heart, and restrained the emotion.

He focused his attention on Su Ping, and at a glance, he could see Su Ping's background.

With a very high posture, as if looking at a junior, he said indifferently:

"A fellow cultivator of dual methods has achieved physical invincibility and spiritual power at the same time. You do have the capital of arrogance. It is not wrong for him to lose at your hands."

The man mentioned in the mouth is naturally the guide Gongtian.

The defeat of Nangong Tian was a matter of Nangong Tian, ​​and had nothing to do with his Nangong Monument.

He has been in the Nangong Monument all his life, and he has never had a defeat!

"The Son of God is of average talent. The reason why he was able to crush him is that he is too useless." Su Ping smiled and said, "You say so, a waste of wood in white clothes."

"hiss!"

"White cloth?!"

"This"

The high-level sect members were completely dumbfounded at this moment.

Many people almost coughed up blood in horror.

The Holy Son knows the other party's details?
Then why are you so arrogant?
In the eyes of everyone, although Su Ping is indeed extremely powerful, he is only a junior after all, and cannot be compared with the long-famous Nangong Bei at all.

This sudden situation has long been beyond everyone's control.

In their view, only the sleeping old antiques of the Zongmen can properly deal with it.

If it weren't for the Eighteenth Patriarch to stand by, like a pinnacle of Dinghai, they would have already forced Su Ping to end.

Even at the risk of being disgusted by Su Ping, Su Ping must be stopped from continuing to be arrogant.

"White cloth?"

Nangong Bei laughed.

He has not seen such an interesting junior for a long time.

Is this the youth of today?

Crazy enough, to his liking.

"Isn't it? It's just a loser on the Emperor's Road. Even if he lives again, he is so embarrassed. What is it if he is not a waste?"

Su Ping didn't panic too much. Instead, he took a step forward with an imposing manner, and looked directly at the Nangong Monument with an arrogant attitude.

"Oh?" Nangong Bei narrowed his eyes and smiled subtly.

"Oh what!"

Su Ping looked indifferent, and said impatiently: "It doesn't matter who you are today, in front of my son, there are only two ways to choose!"

"Submit or die!"

Everyone has been agitated for a while, their hearts are about to split, and their hearts are agitated.

It's okay to say that people are useless,
He even planned to make the God King Nangong Monument surrender?
If you don't surrender, you can only die?
This is too exaggerated...

In any case, the other party is also a generation of god kings who once suppressed for a lifetime and carried supreme merit.

Even Jiang Taixu, who is almost invincible in this life, wouldn't dare to say such reckless words.

"Are you looking for death?"

Nangong Bei's expression finally cooled down.

In his whole life, no one has dared to talk to him like that.

In an instant, countless murderous intents swept across all directions.

The surrounding temperature dropped countless directly, as if hell descended into the world, and evil spirits were rampant.

Countless high-ranking members of the sect felt trembling in their hearts, as if they were facing a supreme god of death.

Even more directly, like a vast ocean, he rushed straight to Su Ping.

He prides himself on his supreme merits and virtues, and no one in Fuyao Sect dares to touch him.

So there is no fear.

"You are the one who seeks death!"

Su Ping's expression was cold, without saying a word, he took the initiative to take the initiative and handed out a punch.

The fist wind is monstrous, extremely domineering.

"Heavenly Emperor Fist!"

A shot is the strongest blow.

The chaotic green lotus came to the world, and the three hundred small secret realms bloomed with divine light, and the flawless divine brilliance permeated the whole body, and the monstrous spiritual power and blood, like the sea, crazily diffused towards the surroundings.

"you dare!"

Feeling Su Ping's strong fist style, even Nangong Bei's face changed drastically.

This blow was too strong, it was several times stronger than the blow that defeated Nangongtian before.

"Why don't you dare, it's just a reincarnation, what is it? It's also worthy of putting on an act in front of my son?!"

Su Ping shouted angrily.

"Don't say that you have not become an emperor, even if you have become an emperor, what can you do? I will kill you as usual today!"

With one punch, the world shook.

Behind him, a phantom of the Unrivaled Heavenly Emperor appeared, holding the starry sky in his hands, wearing the light of chaos, stepping on the river of time, with invincible resources, arbitrarily ruling the eternal era.

Numerous avenue runes followed closely behind, evolving everything in the world.

This punch seemed to suppress everything in the world, and went straight to suppress Nangong Bei.

"court death!"

Nangong Bei didn't dare to be careless, and finally put away his previous calmness.

Nine ancient orders burst out of his body in an instant.

An extremely domineering and tyrannical aura filled the air, as if an ancient sage was waking up, and the terrifying coercion washed away in all directions.

It also contains a strong belief that I am the only one who is the only one!
This is not only a set of ancient holy weapons, but also a key hidden by Emperor Ziyang. Its value is even far higher than ordinary holy king weapons, even supreme weapons!

Nangongtian couldn't move it at all before, but now in the hands of Nangongbei, the nine ancient orders have fully exerted their full power, blooming inch by inch of purple sun and thunder, and every inch of light increases, the surrounding pressure will be deeper.

"This power, and the barren ancient atmosphere flowing above, are the ancient holy soldiers!"

"How does this look so much like the Twelve Ziyang Orders, the holy weapon that Emperor Ziyang often used before he became emperor?"

"This is the Twelve Ziyang Token! The mighty Ziyang Token! It's just that it has become nine for some reason?"

"As expected of a generation of god kings, it's just that the Dragon Bone Secret Realm can inspire half of the divine power of the ancient holy soldiers."

"The Holy Son is in danger."

The senior sect exclaimed again, feeling extremely worried, all secretly sweating because of their own holy son.

It also alarmed many old antiques. However, compared to the gaffes of the sect's high-level officials, the old antiques behaved more normally.

It's just an ancient holy soldier.

Even if it was used by a certain emperor.

Even though, at this moment, it was Nangong Monument, the former god king in white, that was urging them.

In their view, victory or defeat has long been doomed.

"Seventeenth Patriarch, they are fighting." Xing Qinghe said to the Seventeenth Patriarch next to him, his scalp tingling.

"I know." The Seventeenth Patriarch nodded and looked in the direction of the Dao Protector Hall, very indifferently.

"Do you need to stop it?" Xing Qinghe said biting the bullet.

In his opinion, although Su Ping is tyrannical, his combat experience and experience are still too little, only a few months.

It is not a wise choice to fight Nangong Bei at this time.
"It's such a good show, why stop it?" The Seventeenth Patriarch was very surprised and asked back.

Yan Luo, lying directly on top of a piece of auspicious clouds, took out good wine and good food, and watched with great interest.

Attracted countless high-level sects, looking at each other in blank dismay.

(End of this chapter)