The Mad Prince of Tang Dynasty, Inheritance of the Sword Saint at the Beginning

Except for Yang Yun, no one can get rid of this triumvirate.

At this moment, the internal force in the Sancai formation surged and turned into waves and slapped on Bai Qi's body, trying to beat him so that he could not stand still.

Bai Qi put his hands behind his back and stood still.

Duan Canghai was shocked and said.

"This person's strength is so strong. Under the wave of my internal energy, an ordinary celestial being, let alone standing, would even be shaken by the shock. How could he be so calm like him?"

In the formation, someone said with a smile.

"The wave of internal strength is nothing but pediatrics, and our three-talented formation has yet to show its true strength."

Then someone strikes up a conversation.

"That's right, under the three-talented formation, this person will undoubtedly die. I originally wanted to spare his life, but the other party is too arrogant, if we don't kill him, what face will our Han Palace have?"

Duan Canghai nodded and drank.

"Take him down, and I will claim credit from the King of Han!"

Bai Qi listened to everyone's discussion, feeling displeased.

In Duan Canghai's heart, he seemed like a fish on the chopping board, who could only be slaughtered.

Even so, Bai Qi still didn't make a move.

He was waiting for someone, waiting for that person to arrive.

Before Duan Canghai could make a move, the person Bai Qi was waiting for arrived.

Li Kuan had arrived ahead of Sun Simiao.

Seeing this in vain, he no longer hides his strength.

"what!"

The murderous aura surged, and the inner force burst out, soaring into the sky, causing the three talented formations to be turbulent. The so-called internal force tide was like a small stream in a river and lake meeting a wave, and was torn apart by the impact.

The murderous aura turned into a blood-black armor wrapped around Bai Qi's body, making him look like Yan Luo who was killing him underground.

Duan Canghai roared.

"Give me all your internal strength! This person is powerful, so be careful!"

The three talents were in formation, and all the internal forces of the 42 people were concentrated on Duan Canghai.

Feeling the boundless power, Duan Canghai's self-confidence swelled, and he roared.

"Die!"

Behind Duan Canghai, a phantom image of sea waves is transformed. This is the ultimate move, Stormy Waves Palm.

The power of the palm is as mighty as a turbulent wave, continuous and endless.

Under this palm, the palm wind gusts overturned countless tiles in the Hanwang Mansion, and went straight to Bai Qi.

Bai Qi still didn't move.

Finally, Bai Qi received the palm.

But this palm fell into the sea like a mud cow, and it didn't make any waves on Bai Qi's body, and it didn't even break the blood-black internal force armor outside.

Duan Canghai's eyes widened.

"how can that be!"

Not only him, everyone couldn't believe it.

"It's terrifying, this is a palm that gathers the internal strength of all of us!"

"Who is he! When did the prince have such a person around him?"

"This person is so strong that even Li Jing, the god of war, might have to give up three points."

"Could it be that His Royal Highness has come?"

"He blocked the palm, what should I do? Run for my life?"

. . .

Panic spread among the crowd.

Duan Canghai roared angrily.

"Are you panicking? Give me all your strength!"

"Using the number of blood explosions, burning half of the blood, we must take this person down!"

The art of blood explosion, which can sacrifice essence and blood to enhance strength, is a life-saving method for people in the Jianghu.

Half of blood essence can increase strength by [-]%.

Everyone gritted their teeth and nodded, and there was a bloody smell in the Sancai formation.

Bai Qi sniffed the scent and said with a sneer.

"It's been a long time since I started killing, I miss it a little, and today I'll take your dog's head to kill."