Holy Son is so arrogant

Chapter 51 Battle of the White-clothed God King Nangong Monument
The brilliance of many runes shone like a stream, flowing out of the nine ancient orders.

Intertwined in the air into a shocking circle, protecting the Nangong Monument.

The magic circle is like an ancient ferocious beast revived from ancient times, blooming with monstrous divine power, countless great suns and thunderous lights burst out, gathering a giant net.

This is a shocking formation. If you gather all twelve ancient Leiyang decrees and push them with all your strength, you can attack and defend, with infinite power.

It is enough to kill the sage, and even resist the full blow of the saint.

Although there are only nine left now, and the formation is severely damaged, its power cannot be underestimated.

bang.

A loud bang came.

Su Ping's Xeon punch hit the big formation, but it could only splash a little ripple, and failed to cause any substantial damage to the big formation.

It did not cause any damage to the Nangong Monument behind the formation.

"Shocking formation?"

Su Ping stepped back and narrowed his eyes slightly. Not only did he not show the slightest embarrassment, but a hint of greed flashed in his eyes.

The nine ancient orders held by Nangong Bei are exactly the same as the Ziyang Emperor Token in his possession, and they can form a magic circle. They are undoubtedly the key to the Ziyang Emperor's tomb - the Ziyang Emperor Token.

What a surprise.

He was still worried about what would happen if he couldn't find the twelve keys, but he didn't expect that Nangong Tian had nine keys by himself.

It is worthy of being inherited from Emperor Ziyang, that is, arrogant.

It's just a pity that these will all belong to him soon!
"A junior, how dare he not know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth."

Seeing that the shocking formation easily blocked Su Ping's attack, Nangong Bei snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain.

He originally thought that Su Ping's talent was astonishing, and he would be his rival when he became emperor in the future.

However, now it seems that he is seriously overestimated.

After all, he is just an arrogant and brainless arrogant guy.

Without the certainty of victory, you have to go forward and fight fiercely. You are just a reckless man without a brain.

Not worthy to be his rival.

"Fellows of the Fuyao Sect, my Nangong Monument is here today, why don't you show up quickly to receive me?"

"What's the matter with letting a junior bark here?"

"Do you think that the status of Nangong Monument, the god king of my generation, is not worthy of a banquet?"

The ancient decree circled around the Nangong Monument, countless avenue runes were shining brightly, her black hair was like a waterfall, her white clothes were flying, and the arrogance in her eyes was fully revealed.

"Yelling? Hahahaha, what an arrogant waste material."

Su Ping was surrounded by rays of light, with an extraordinary temperament, like a fairy in the sky, looking at the Nangong Monument, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Do you still want to be entertained by a banquet? Sorry, today's appetizer is you."

He stood above the void, with Dao Yun rising beside him, his aura rising little by little.

The gentleman's sword on his waist was even more voluntary, trembling violently, as if excited.

The Junzi sword is a holy king weapon, which is one level higher than a holy weapon. Even if the opponent uses an ancient holy weapon, it is still a head stronger.

However, Su Ping shook his head, stretched out his hand and patted the Junzi Sword, calming down its excitement.

Because, how can you kill a chicken with a bull's knife.

A good-for-nothing in white clothes and a pair of fists are enough to kill.

"Forget it, since you are like turtles and dare not show your face, then let me abolish your sect hope."

Seeing that Fuyao Sect still didn't have an old guy showing up, Nangongbei looked at Su Ping with a cold look in his eyes.

The aura on his body was surging, and Hei's body danced like a waterfall. The whole person was like a crazy god and demon, giving people an inexplicable sense of fear.

"First of all, I will smash his mouth to let him know that arrogance is not a good thing."

As the words fell, the nine ancient decrees bloomed with divine brilliance, turning defense into offense.

Thousands of purple lights burst out, extremely fierce, the sky seemed to be torn apart, as if countless purple meteors fell down, charging towards Su Ping forcefully.

This blow fully revealed the divine power belonging to the ancient holy soldiers, as if destroying the heavens and the earth.

Countless high-level sects frowned, worried about their own holy son.

"It's funny. You're just a piece of trash in white clothes, yet you dare to speak wild words? Look at the three tricks of the Holy Son to suppress you."

Su Ping looked calm, not only did not dodge, but a smile rose from the corner of his mouth, and he took the initiative to take a step forward.

"Xiao Dengtian is unyielding!"

At this moment, Su Ping finally used the terrifying holy will that had fully recovered in his mind.

Covered by colorful rays of light, he was shining brightly, like an ancient colorful god of war, with endless destructive power while staring at him.

A supreme terrifying force suddenly came here.

The situation was changing, and a gust of wind swept across, bringing up billowing air waves, and the terrifying power covered the sky and the sun.

A mysterious power close to Tao filled every corner of Su Ping's body.

It seems to be able to easily destroy everything and control the world.

"Heavenly Emperor Fist!"

Wearing flawless divine brilliance, he is physically invincible, like a peerless fairy beast, bursting with blazing divine light, and the infinite spiritual power in his body is like an ocean pouring backwards, frantically gathering towards his fists.

Hand out with a punch.

The color of the sky and the earth changed, bringing forth countless colorful divine splendors, and violent destructive power, sweeping across the wilderness, collapsing mountains and cracking the ground.

The Heavenly Emperor Fist, which is blessed with the sacred will of ascending to heaven, can be regarded as truly showing its edge at this moment.

The power of a punch is like the fall of an ancient emperor star, falling into the world.

The vast coercion surged towards all directions.

The entire Fuyao Sect was shocked by it.

Countless high-level sects were horrified, their hearts were about to burst, and their hearts were agitated.

This power is too terrifying!
"No, this is the holy will?!"

Nangong Bei saw Su Ping's method at a glance, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his face showed panic and endless jealousy for the first time.

"how can that be?!"

Sacred will is the basis for becoming a saint. For ordinary Tianjiao, being able to have holy will in the secret realm of Sendai is amazing enough.

Even he barely awakened the holy will when he stepped into the secret realm of Dharma.

Even so, such a talent was enough for him to suppress all the arrogance of heaven at that time and make him stand out from the crowd.

But the young man in front of him is just a four-pole secret realm!
From the Faxiang secret realm, there is a difference of two secret realms!

How could he do this, he is only 17 years old!
"Is he also the reincarnation of some supreme power? An ancient emperor? Or the master of the restricted area?"

Nangongbei's spiritual power surged, his black hair was disheveled, he was dressed in white, and his eyes were shining brightly. He came out with the once invincible spirit, and said coldly:

"Whoever you are, you're just a clown in front of me."

With a loud shout, the holy blood in his body rolled, soaring into the sky, and absorbed into the nine ancient orders. Immediately, the divine light of the ancient orders soared, sweeping towards Su Ping's countless purple awns, and his power exploded several times.

This is a thrilling showdown.

The power of the aftermath alone is enough to kill an ordinary Dragon Bone Secret Realm.

Even some old antiques are dignified at the moment.

The Seventeenth Patriarch on the side almost lost the chicken leg in his hand. He knew that Su Ping had a sacred intention, but it was a bit too much to manipulate so handily and skillfully.

Gu Shan also silently swallowed aside, surprised by Su Ping's peerless talent, but also helpless.

My holy son is good at everything, but he is a little arrogant. As a guardian, he is very risk-averse, okay?
"Waste wood is just waste wood after all, ruining a white dress."

The corner of Su Ping's mouth sneered again and again, and his figure continued to charge directly towards the formation of light!

Wherever the fist passes, everything collapses.

Thousands of purple awns, not to mention causing damage, even slowing down Su Ping's attack speed, can't do it.

Sensing the threat, the nine ancient orders trembled continuously, and the Shocking God Formation began to operate at a crazy speed, instinctively switching from offense to defense.

Countless purple thunderbolts surged out, and each thunderbolt seemed to have the power to open the sky, and its power was enough to kill the strong man of Dharma.

However, it couldn't stop Su Ping's fist at all.

Su Ping just threw out one punch, as if crushing the dead, unstoppable, sweeping everything.

"Damn, how could he be so outrageous."

Looking at the magic circle that was falling apart at a speed visible to the naked eye, Nangong Bei frowned, his expression was as cold as ice, and he kept cursing in his heart.

(End of this chapter)