Surprise! This son of God is actually a villain

The two of them were so angry that they had to fight.

Pei Ziheng stared at Qian Yu with a cold look and said in a deep voice: "If we were not competing, I would have killed you."

Pei Zimo gritted his teeth and said angrily: "No matter whether he competes or not, he dared to insult the master, and he must pay the price!"

Nan Luoning had already been so angry that her pretty face turned red. She grasped the hilt of the sword with a "swish".

Seeing this, Qian Yu sneered: "You want to help him? He is really a useless embroidered pillow!"

He thought to himself that he would never believe that someone could cultivate to the heavenly god realm at such a young age. He must have used some kind of magic weapon. Let him expose him, and the position of the Holy Son will be his!

At this moment, Nan Xunran flashed and appeared in front of Qian Yu like a ghost.

A fan appeared in his hand, and the fan bones emitted a mysterious light.

Pei Zimo shouted in surprise: "Liuyun Fan, I haven't seen the master use it for a long time!"

Nan Luoning looked at Nan Xunran on the stage and thought to himself: Qian Yu's role is to let them see his brother using Liuyun Fan.

Every time his brother used Liuyun Fan, his aura seemed to become softer and he looked more approachable.

On the stage, Nan Xunran looked indifferent and gently waved the fan in his hand.

A breeze gradually rose, and Qian Yu looked contemptuous and sneered: "Is that all?"

However, the next moment, his face suddenly became terrified.

He was shocked to find that he could not stop this seemingly gentle wind, which contained endless murderous intent.

Wind blades whizzed in, Qian Yu tried his best to resist, but it was still useless.

His body was covered with scars, blood flowed, staining his clothes red.

Seeing this, Nan Xunran turned his wrist gently, slowly withdrew his hand, and the wind stopped.

Qian Yu was still in shock, breathing heavily, thinking to himself: Is it really the realm of gods? ! How is this possible.

Before he finished thinking, he saw the Liuyun fan suddenly flew out, spinning rapidly in the air, and cut straight towards Qian Yu's neck.

Qian Yu hurriedly resisted in panic, and found that the strength of the fan was just controlled to the extent that he could barely block it.

He instantly understood that Nan Xunran was playing a trick on him.

Qian Yu's head suddenly shone brightly, and a mysterious tower slowly emerged, suppressing Nan Xunran.

"Supreme weapon?!"

"How could he have it?"

"Even if his father is the head of the Punishment Hall, he can't have a supreme weapon!"

At this time, Qian Yu was trying his best to resist the attack of the Liuyun Fan. He barely managed a smile on his face and shouted wildly: "Nan Xunran, today is your death!"

Nan Xunran looked at the tower that was coming with great momentum, his lips slightly opened, and the voice seemed to come from the distant sky: "Time, stagnation."

In an instant, time solidified and everything was still.

The bird hovered in the air, and the expressions on everyone's faces were also frozen at this moment.

Nan Xunran waved his hand, and a ray of light flashed, easily erasing Qian Yu's soul mark on the tower. Then he turned his wrist and put it into the storage bag.

He thought to himself: It's barely worth his effort once, although there are countless such supreme weapons in the Nan family.

Nan Xunran spoke again, his voice calm and powerful: "Recover."

Time began to flow again, Qian Yu looked at the disappearing tower, his eyes widened, and roared in disbelief: "What on earth did you do?!"

Nan Xunran slowly opened his palms, Qian Yu's facial features were suddenly distorted, and blood gushed out of his seven orifices.

In Qian Yu's horrified eyes, he closed his palms, and with a "bang", Qian Yu's body exploded.

Blood fell like raindrops, splashing on the extremely solid protective shield.

Nan Xunran gently turned sideways, his clothes fluttering in the wind, cleverly avoiding the blood splashing everywhere, still without a trace of dust.

Seeing this, the elders announced loudly: "Nan Xunran won this duel!"

Everyone cheered in unison: "The Holy Son is indeed worthy of his reputation!"

The other elders and peak masters standing behind the crowd, witnessing the tragic death of Qian Yu, turned their heads and looked at the head of the Criminal Law Hall.

He was shaking violently, his eyes were red, and he rushed forward desperately.

He staggered and roared, "My son!"

Then, he rushed towards Nan Xunran like a madman, his hands like claws, as if he wanted to kill Nan Xunran, "Give me back my son's life!"

Wan Huaishan suddenly appeared in front of him, snorted coldly, raised his right hand, and swung it violently.

The head of the Criminal Law Hall was caught off guard and was knocked down by this huge force.

He fell to the ground and rolled several meters away.

He struggled to get up, his clothes covered with dust, and shouted hoarsely: "Yu'er is dead!"

Wan Huaishan had no expression on his face and responded coldly: "So what?"

The head of the Criminal Law Hall stared at Nan Xunran with his eyes, as if he wanted to eat Nan Xunran alive.

He gritted his teeth and said: "Yu'er is dead, I will never let him have an easy life!"

Wan Huaishan laughed in anger and shouted: "Then you can die!"