Reborn Holy Emperor Supreme

Chapter 32
The sound of snapping fingers is clear and crisp, if it is on weekdays, it will be very pleasing to the ear.

Suddenly, Han Bingyu's body stopped suddenly and froze in mid-air, her hand was only an inch away from the ancient Qingchi sword.

Her eyes were full of unwillingness, and amidst the roar, her body fell from mid-air.

Because, after hearing the sudden snapping of her fingers, she felt her heart tremble violently, and then the true qi in Qi Hai could not be mobilized.

Then, blood flowed from Han Bingyu's nostrils, and she looked at the young man behind her with slightly surprised and timid eyes.

Could it be that Qin Lang made the snap of fingers just now?
This is impossible, practitioners who can make Han Bingyu feel palpitations and hinder the use of true energy must be masters or above.

In Tianjianmen, there is a large formation of suppression, even if the master can come in, then the highest realm is the realm.

In the same environment, a mere snap of the fingers is not so powerful at all.

Unless it is crushing on the realm!
"I broke the restriction, and the Qing Chi ancient sword is mine. You have obtained this sword without my consent?"

Qin Lang walked over slowly, his voice slightly cold.

"The Heavenly Sword Sect has been in decline for thousands of years, and the things inside are naturally obtained by the virtuous and capable. Even if you broke the restriction, is the Qing Chi yours? A joke!"

Han Bingyu sneered, as if mocking Qin Lang's innocence.

"Since it is acquired by the capable, do you still want to hear the snap of your fingers?"

The corner of Qin Lang's mouth curved slightly, revealing an upward arc, his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through the ages.

The sound of snapping fingers just now was exactly Qin Lang's smashing tactic, one of the 36 killings that suppressed the ancients and made the ten thousand races surrender.

With a snap of your fingers, you can break a heart!

However, Han Bingyu seemed to be carrying a heavy treasure of body protection, which offset most of the power of the Shattering Art.

Even so, Han Bingyu was seriously injured.

Hearing the snap of fingers again, Han Bingyu didn't dare to imagine the consequences.

But what about this?
This time she came to Tianjianmen, not rashly, but prepared.

She is determined to win the ancient Qingchi sword.

Those who stop her will die!

"Qin Lang, you killed my junior brother Ling Feng, and you obstructed me so arbitrarily. I didn't want to kill you, but you have overestimated your capabilities again and again. Don't blame me for being rude!"

After the cold ice rain fell, she flipped her hand, and a talisman floated out.

The talisman seals bloomed with thousands of brilliance, and a suffocating coercion permeated the entire sword room.

In the sword room full of sword intent, this coercion is not weak, and it still has the momentum to make Wan Jian submit.

The talisman was stretched out in mid-air, and then a man with white beard and hair appeared.

This person's eyes were shining brightly, and he was majestic and majestic. He just stood in mid-air, giving people a sense of worship.

"This is the body protection talisman given to me by my master. In a critical moment, it can release a blow from the master's peak state. This was originally used to save my life, and now it is used on you."

Han Bingyu said coldly, at this moment Qin Lang is like a dead person in her eyes.

Although the big formation of Tianjianmen can suppress people's cultivation, but it can't suppress the power of the master and strong stored in the talisman.

A full-strength attack by a master at the peak of the master realm will kill even a high-level practitioner of the master.

In her opinion, what if Qin Lang is a master?

Not to mention that the Heavenly Sword Sect formation will suppress the human realm, even if there is no formation, how can Qin Lang resist the blow of a strong master at the peak of the master realm?
Qin Lang looked indifferently at the white-haired old man condensed in this talisman, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, but it only made him pay attention to it.

Although this white-haired old man is not a physical body, he has condensed the blow of the main body.

Qin Lang could feel that the body of the white-haired old man seemed to be about to break through the master of the heavenly realm, and was infinitely close to the next realm.

Above the master is the Lingyuan Realm!

If the white-haired old man came, Qin Lang might find it a bit tricky, but how could he be afraid of mere infirmity?
"Master, this person killed Junior Brother Lingfeng and prevented his apprentice from obtaining the ancient Qingchi sword. He is really a heinous crime. Please, Master, kill this beast!"

Han Bingyu knelt down to the white-haired old man, extremely devout.

This white-haired old man is exactly the ray of spiritual thoughts left by the real master Zhang Zhenren in Yandang Mountain.

Zhang Zhenren glanced at Qin Lang indifferently, and said, "You killed my beloved apprentice? Don't you know that he is the disciple of the deity?"

Qin Lang said: "Ants who are not in the spiritual realm dare to be called the deity in front of this emperor! This emperor has not only killed Ling Feng, but also killed Han Bingyu, and even killed you. What do you dare to say?"

At this moment, Qin Lang's plain tone was filled with the aura of looking down on the world, as if he had returned to his previous life.

Even if I kill you, what do you dare to say?

If you refuse to accept it, I will kill you until you accept it!
Zhang Zhenren was sullen, and shouted: "Ignorant villain, dare to show off your prestige in front of this deity, and not killing you is not enough to appease people's anger!"

Zhang Zhenren's eyes shot at Qin Lang's eyes, and the powerful divine sense came like a flood, as if he wanted to defeat Qin Lang's mind in one fell swoop.

Qin Lang stood on the spot, motionless, even though Zhang Zhenren's spiritual thoughts rushed towards him like a turbulent, he looked forward quietly, as if he was stunned.

"Hmph, when it comes to divine sense, there are only a few people in the entire Hua Kingdom who can rival Master. No matter how powerful you are, under Master's divine sense, you will become an idiot at least, or die at worst!"

Han Bingyu looked at Qin Lang who was stunned, and sneered.

Zhang Zhenren's spiritual thoughts poured into Qin Lang's sea of ​​consciousness, and suddenly found bits and pieces in the sea of ​​consciousness.

what is this?
Through his spiritual thoughts, he found that those dots seemed extremely far away, but they seemed to be within reach.

These dots of light seem to be the neurons in the human brain.

Suddenly, those stars are getting closer!
Zhenren Zhang was suddenly shocked!
These dots are not neurons, but huge planets!
Each of these planets is countless times larger than the water blue star, and there are countless auras that frighten him.

He has a feeling that under the countless strands of breath, even the main body will be wiped out.

That was an existence beyond his reach in this life!

Suddenly, the masters of these breaths soared into the sky one by one, and flew towards the outer space. Their faces were full of heat, and their eyes were full of admiration.

Outside the star, a figure quietly floated in the universe, and around him, there were countless strong men kneeling densely.

None of these powerhouses had a grandmaster, let alone a spirit realm.

But Zhenren Zhang could feel that these powerhouses were definitely the most terrifying existence, and they could even blow up Shui Lanxing in one breath.

However, these countless terrifying powerhouses all surrendered and knelt down to one person!
Suddenly, Zhutian Universe remembered the voice that almost knocked him out of his wits.

"See the Holy Emperor, the Holy Emperor is unparalleled, suppressing the ages!"

Who is this person?

Holy Emperor?

Ben Emperor?

Zhenren Zhang was terrified, two voices kept echoing in his mind, and he seemed to think of a terrible fact.

At this time, the Holy Emperor, who was floating in the universe and worshiped by countless powerful men, slowly turned his head.

The Holy Emperor looked at Zhang Zhenren!
boom!
Zhang Zhenren was horrified!
Qin Lang!

The appearance of the Holy Emperor is exactly the same as that of Qin Lang!
(End of this chapter)