Chapter 542 (1/2)
”Enough!” and just at this time, when everyone thought Wang Chen would die, a cold cry came. Then, a figure flashed past and appeared in front of Wang Chen and others. With one hand, it resisted the violent breath of rushing towards Wang Chen and others.
There was no sound, no fierce collision, and the 10000 sword Qi attacking Wang Chen and others disappeared in an instant.
At the next moment, Wang Chen, Wang Yan and Wang Lin suddenly felt that they had come to heaven from hell, and their unintentional chains had disappeared.
”Father Xianyu!”
Seeing the people who appeared in front of Wang Chen and others, they cried out in surprise.
”Father Xianyu! He has a move to stop the saint's momentum!”
”What kind of power is Xianyu Laozu?”
”It's very strong. I didn't expect that father Xianyu should now...”
”A hundred years ago, the ancestor Xianyu had reached the level of a martial master and was arrogant in Northern Xinjiang. In a hundred years, what degree has he reached now?”
”Saint?”
”The peak of Zongwu?”
Everyone talked about it one after another. His face was shocked, but no one could know how much his strength had reached.
Standing behind Xianyu's father, Wang Chen and Wang Yan also showed a frightened look on their faces. They were very surprised. They didn't expect Xianyu's father to be so strong.
As for Wang Lin, she is wearing a veil, so people can't see what kind of expression she is at the moment.
”That's it. Wang Yan is a member of the fire clan!” looking at the old man, Xianyu said slowly.
”Xianyu! Do you want to stop me?” the voice of Xianyu's father just fell, but he heard the old man slowly open his mouth and ask in a deep voice.
The voice fell, and the old man's eyes suddenly became sharp and gloomy.
This sentence immediately aroused thousands of waves.
Father Xianyu! The old man of Wanjia even shouted out the name of Xianyu's ancestor. This is undoubtedly a thunder on the ground, which suddenly changed the faces of countless people.
Wanjia, the existence of Tianqing in the Chinese mainland, this old man is the noble elder of the earth in Wanjia. He even knows the ancestor Xianyu. This is absolutely explosive news.
Everyone looked at the ancestor Xianyu, and their eyes became complicated and frightened.
Father Xianyu, the top strongman in Northern Xinjiang, has been living in mainland China for nearly a hundred years. What is his position in mainland China now?
”Wan Teng, long time no see!” but Xianyu said faintly.
”It's good for you, the fire sect, for Wang Yan to join us!” the old man called Wan Teng said slowly.
”Fire sect, you can't dig away!” Xianyu's answer was very simple, but also very firm.
”Hum, fire sect, don't be arrogant. It's a great blessing for all of us who like you. Don't lose face, otherwise...” at this moment, the middle-aged Zongwu standing next to Wan Teng shouted with a ferocious look on his face.
How could he bear to disobey even the elder's words? At the same time, for him, this is definitely an opportunity to show in front of the elder.
”Don't be shameless? Well, people of all families are really overbearing! I can't teach you a lesson yet. Get out!” hearing Zongwu's words, father Xianyu snorted coldly. The next moment, he waved his hand at Zongwu.
In an instant, the whole body of father Xianyu was violent, extremely cruel and swept all directions!
Puff
In the twinkling of an eye, I saw Zongwu with a frightened expression. The whole person flew out upside down and sprayed with blood.
”Ignorant younger generation, I can't talk to your elders, but someone else can cut in and kill them!” old Xianyu said coldly with his eyes narrowed slightly.
”Father Xianyu... He unexpectedly...”
”The power of momentum... Directly shocked those who belong to martial arts!”
”This... This is so powerful that Zongwu can't resist it!”
”Oh, my God, father Xianyu... Is this the strength of the holy warrior?”
”The fire sect is worthy of being the first sect in Northern Xinjiang. With Xianyu's ancestor here, who can compete with it?”
”Unlike, the spirit of saints is peaceful and thousands of miles. It shouldn't be!”
”I haven't had a saint in Northern Xinjiang! Even in mainland China, a saint is also a feather and Phoenix horn. It shouldn't be!”
”Then...”
In an instant, the venue roared.
Everyone grew up and looked at the ancestor Xianyu in horror. The power of one move shocked the world and made everyone's heart twitch violently.
”You... You... You... Dare to touch me, my family...” this time, I was photographed and flew out. The middle-aged Zongwu man's face was full of anger and horror. His eyes changed again and again, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, got up in embarrassment, and shouted irrationally.