"With such a powerful magic sword in hand, I don't know if it's a blessing or a disaster for this guy." Ning Chaotian murmured to himself.

Every man is holding a treasure!

Su Xuan's current strength, having such a treasure is like a child walking on the street full of pedestrians, holding a large piece of gold.

"I hope that old man, my strength can help you, this guy, block the disaster in a short time, and you will have to come by yourself later." Ning Chaotian had made up his mind that if this sword attracted a stronger martial arts plane from outside the domain, even if he tried his best, he would have to block Su Xuan.

The next moment.

The Namoro Sword shrank again and turned into a bracelet-like ring, which was placed on Su Xuan's wrist.

It became a black and red bracelet.

Su Xuan breathed a little relieved. The destructive power from the Moro Sword that was almost tearing him apart finally disappeared.

The serious injuries in Su Xuan's body caused by the Moro Sword began to recover quickly.

"My body strength is still not good! If one day, my body strength is enough and I can use the Moro Sword intact, I will have some self-protection power, right?" Su Xuan's heart was full of passion.

People!

If you haven't seen something good, you may be able to be calm.

It can be seen...

How can you calm down?!

The strength of the Demonic Sword made Su Xuan's desire for physical strength crazy and accumulate momentum.

"Yi'er! You've hurt the Shen family!" Shen Heguang smiled desperately, very bitterly. He already knew his fate. The Shen family's fate was less fearful and less delusional.

"Do you all commit suicide!" Shen Heguang roared, his eyes roaring with blood red.

This second game was lost.

He didn't want to humiliate himself to the third scene.

Murong Yao is so strong, even stronger than imagined, and he loses to Su Xuan. Who can win the Shen family in this third game? Even Shen Heguang himself is useless.

Since that's the case, what should I do in the third scene of humiliation?

It's just not to break the heart.

With Shen Heguang's roar, the more than 100 remaining Shen family members in the Shen family's martial arts performance are all trembling with bloodless faces.

Who doesn't want to live...

No one wants to die!

"Fight with him!!!" I don't know who screamed.

Suddenly, the more than 100 martial arts practitioners in the Shen family all looked at Su Xuan, resentment so much that they became substantial, resentment so much that they could hate Su Xuan for three or five lifetimes.

They rushed towards Su Xuan one by one.

On the way, he ran his dantian desperately and exploded.

Horizontal and vertical is a death.

It’s better to commit suicide than to self-destruct.

Wouldn't it be better if I could pull Su Xuan to cushion?

"Why do you have to?" Su Xuan muttered, a little boring.

Su Xuan didn't do anything himself.

Now that the Shen family is too impatient, no longer trustworthy, and unwilling to commit suicide, the old man naturally doesn't have to stand by and watch, and can do it.

Sure enough, Ning Chaotian moved.

It wasn't a big deal, it was just raising your hand and palming it casually.

The withered, skinny, old palm prints crossed the air, magnified the limit, swelled in the storm, grey, destruction and hissing...

The palm print is like a gray sky, pressing down.

"No!" More than 100 people from the Shen family rushed to Su Xuan's eyes. It seemed that Su Xuan was right in front of him, but he could not get over this step...

One by one, they turn into nothingness.

And the senior executives of the Shen family, such as Chen Heguang and Shen Qingshe, also began to break their hearts!

The Shen family, which has been passed down for thousands of years, died in one day.

The remaining dozen guardian families were inexplicably heartbroken and felt sad when they died of a rabbit and fox. Looking at Su Xuan and Ning Chaotian was indescribable silence and fear.

"For you." Murong Yao came to Su Xuan and handed Su Xuan a transparent bottle.
Chapter completed!