Super Student's Three-realms Army

At the beginning, Hong Zhentian was always the head of the bangquan gate, although he was galloping on a log on the lake.

But among them, more or less can be followed, in how much can be explained clearly by science.

However, what happened in front of their eyes at the moment, a common thing that can't be explained by science, actually happened in front of everyone present!

"This... This man, can't he be an immortal?"

This is almost Luo Yurou, Xuanyuan Yunqing and other people in the heart of the emergence of a common idea.

Indeed, just for such a mysterious means, in addition to the immortal in the palace, who else can do this step?

"This is not an immortal move, but a peerless master in martial arts."

"And this man, named Qin Zongheng --!"

The woman in Hanfu took a deep breath of cold air. There was a trace of yearning in her beautiful eyes, but more of it was the fear of her soul.

Even for her, the current cultivation of Zhenyuan has reached the top of Sanhua juding and the cultivation of refining Qi.

But in the face of this kind of super strong man who only exists in legend and myth, the only thing he can do is to admire and worship

Other lines do not say, even Hanfu women have always been the most respected grandfather.

He used to be in the hands of Qin Zongheng, and he couldn't hold on to ten moves. On the contrary, he was killed by this man, and his grandfather's right arm was completely cut off!

Han dress woman, although she did not go to see the war with her own eyes at that time.

But with her limited imagination, we can still imagine the extraordinary style of Qin Zongheng that day!

"Qin Zongheng?"

After listening to this very domineering and extraordinary name, Luo Yurou and others are in turmoil.

They looked back at the empty sleeve of the old man's right arm, as if they could see the intensity of the war

Is this man, with his own strength, defeated so many Chinese elites all the way?

Then his martial arts should be powerful. How terrible is it?!

"Qin Zongheng is the leader of the burning gate. He is called the overlord in the Jianghu."

"This man, with a big open and close hand, is invincible all over the world, and his hand is Bahuang fist. He is looking at the enemy, and there is no one to stop him!"

"As early as twenty-one years ago, he was almost defeated in the battle of Huaxia Xiuzhen world. The defeated venerable people are not just a few people who are going to the West Lake now."

"The venerable who he defeated in that year, that's quite a number of hands..."

When HUAFA old man said these words, his voice was also very sad. The previous bone deep hatred and reluctance also dissipated a lot at this moment.

"This man, how terrible is his strength?"

Luo Yurou said, eyes also subconsciously toward the surrounding swept away.

I saw that the dignitaries mentioned by the HUAFA old man all looked at the figure sitting on the lake in front of the moon in the three pools.

However, in the depths of their eyes, more than anger, it was the unspeakable fear and fear.

Even Mu Haisheng, who seems to be indifferent and has no sadness or joy, is in a dignified state at this time.

"The strength of this man is beyond your imagination..."