Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is obviously Ni Shuanghan deliberately showed mercy. If she really killed herself, with the power of this terrifying attack, Jiehuo would have turned into a cold corpse, spreading across the ground.

Jiehuo's face turned blue and red, and his heart was full of shame, anger and reluctance. It was embarrassing, it was so embarrassing!

I thought that with my own strength, I could at least resist Ni Shuanghan's attack and show the style of a powerful sacred sacred man in front of everyone, but I never expected that I would be almost killed by the other party in just a short moment.

If Ni Shuanghan hadn't been afraid and concerned about the huge forces behind the Holy Hall and did not dare to kill him, he would have died at this moment.

Seeing this thrilling scene, the powerful people around the hall who were already lucky in the field instantly became extremely solemn.

In their eyes, there was no longer the contempt and arrogance he had before, and was replaced by deep shock and vigilance. And Jiehuo himself felt that his dignity was ruthlessly trampled under his feet. His face became extremely ugly at this moment, just like the gloomy sky before the storm came.

The power of a shot was so terrifying! In the short and fierce confrontation just now, Jihuo had to admit that he was completely defeated. He gritted his teeth and stared at Ni Shuanghan coldly, with anger and a hint of unconcealable fear in his eyes.

It took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence from his teeth: "You are indeed powerful, I underestimated you, the monster. But your strength is still not worth mentioning in the eyes of my Holy Temple. Even if your master is the famous red-robed gun god, he cannot humiliate my Holy Temple so arbitrarily. Today, you must give us a reasonable statement, otherwise, my Holy Temple will never give up!"

The master of Ni Shuanghan's master, Red Gun God, was well-known and knew it clearly. In this vast and powerful world of cultivation, Red Gun God can be called a legendary terrifying existence.

Even if he is as strong as a sacred temple, he has to be very energetic and treat this mysterious figure with caution.

Back a hundred years ago, the Red Gun God was in his prime and full of energy, so he had already shined on the stage of the Star List and firmly occupied the top spot. In the list of geniuses under the age of thirty and extremely competitive, he undoubtedly became the well-deserved No. 1 person.

It is true that the Holy Temple never participates in the competition on the Star List due to its special rules, which makes the Red Gun God the number one, perhaps in the eyes of some people, lack such a little value.

But time has passed, and a hundred years have passed. In these long years, the Red Gun God has devoted himself to practicing and constantly honing himself. Now his strength is unfathomable, like a towering mountain hidden in the clouds and mist, making it difficult to see its true height.

Looking at the current big town dynasty, the power is complicated. In addition to the mysterious, dangerous sea of ​​demons and the profound and powerful sacred temple, there are also the famous Seven Kings. The Red-clothed Gun God is one of these Seven Kings, and is respected by the world as the King of Guns.

The Seven Kings, who are ranked among him, are also the Sword King of the Qin family, who is famous for their superb sword skills. The Yu clan, Shui clan and Xuantianguan, each have a strong man who occupies a place among the Seven Kings.

In comparison, the dignified family seemed a little lonely, not even a strong man who could be among the seven kings. The other two kings were all free and easy, and unconcerned about the world.

Such a person with respectable status and extraordinary strength would never dare to provoke such a huge figure like the Holy Hall.

After all, the Gun King is not a good character. Although he really wants to break up and fight, the Holy Temple can completely destroy the Gun King with the help of many powerful people and pay a huge price.

But this account is really not cost-effective, whether it is human, material, or future development. The senior officials of the temple are all like a mirror in their hearts. If you don’t have such thankless things, try not to do them.

Ni Shuang was as cold as frost, staring straight at the fire like a sharp blade, and said coldly: "You arranged for me to stay in that inn, but now you still come to ask me why? I had a kind intention and wanted to help you, but you regarded me as a bait to lure the enemy. I teased me so freely, and I just ruined your stronghold. Do you have any other opinions?"

As she spoke, the cold chill seemed to freeze the air around her. After saying that, she was light and turned around and wanted to leave, leaving only a word floating in the air: "From now on, Lingxiao has no relationship with me anymore, so don't bother me again."

Jiehuo looked at Ni Shuanghan's departure back, his face as dark as the bottom of the pot. His heart was full of doubts and shock, and he could not understand how Ling Xiao was just an unknown junior. How could he survive safely after meeting a strong man like Ni Shuanghan.

This question was like a thorn, deeply piercing his heart, making him more estimate of Ling Xiao's strength, and secretly reminded himself that he should not take Ling Xiao lightly in the future.

...

In a deep and quiet dense forest, the lush branches and leaves are stacked up, like a huge green curtain, completely isolating the noise and troubles of the outside world.

The sunlight struggled to penetrate the gap, sprinkling spots of light, forming mottled light and shadow on the ground.

Qin Xianglan stood quietly in the interweaving light and shadows, and her arms had condensed again. However, her face looked particularly ugly, as if she was shrouded in a layer of haze.

This is not an expression of unreasonable emotions. Even with Qin Xianglan's powerful strength, it is not easy to achieve rebirth of the broken limb. In order to reshape her arms, she had to spend her precious essence and blood.

That is an important part of the martial artist's cultivation foundation, and every drop contains endless power and vitality. This tossing not only greatly damaged her vitality, but also left her deep regret and unwillingness in her heart.

Not far away, Ling Xiao sat cross-legged on a smooth boulder, his eyes closed and his expression focused. He was immersed in his perception and combing his own breath. Just now, a wonderful transformation happened quietly in his body.

Ling Xiao successfully crossed from Tongtian Realm to Tianhe Realm, and this breakthrough was already amazing. What's even more amazing is that with the powerful power he had accumulated for a long time, his realm soared directly to the third level of Tianhe Realm like a rocket.
Chapter completed!