Chapter 1971 (1/2)

In Shen Junhao's opinion, Zhang Hao at the moment is just a mortal, no matter how strong and highly cultivated he is. How can a mortal be able to resist the white emissary, which comes from the magic boxing of ancient times?

In ancient times, what era was that? It was an era of combining the spirit of heaven and earth. It was an era of demons and friars. At that time, it was full of endless unknown and fascinating stories, as well as countless terrible skills and cultivation methods.

Sanhuangfu devil boxing is a powerful boxing technique that can be arrogant in ancient times, and can suppress the existence of countless ancient demons. It is undoubtedly a dimension reduction attack in Shen Junhao's view. Today's Zhang Hao has great ability, and I'm afraid it's hard to resist.

And listen to Shen Junhao's words, Jin Wan'er's face is actually unconsciously more worried.

A pair of jade hands kept holding on like this, and her eyes were vaguely looking at the unknown battle circle. For Jin Waner now, the only thing she can do now is to pray to the heaven, and pray that Zhang Hao can resist the blow of the white messenger.

At this moment, Zhang Hao, who is standing in the battle circle, seems to have nothing to do, and his smile is gradually accumulating.

In the face of the ancient three emperors that pure imperial magnanimous pressure, Zhang Hao still held his head high, the whole person did not show any fatigue, but was eager to try.

”Ha ha, interesting, interesting. Finally, I can see a decent trick. It's not a waste of my expectation. ”

Shen Junhao may have never thought of it at the moment. In Zhang Hao's eyes, the three emperors' Fu Mo Quan, which he boasted to have nothing on the ground or in the sky, is just a decent move. It seems that there is nothing special about it.

After all, the three emperors' Fu Mo Quan is an ancient skill, and Zhang Hao's Wusong is the only way in ancient times. To say, compared with the ancient level, when the witch clan rose, there was really no human race, so Zhang Hao at the moment naturally didn't pay attention to the so-called ”Three Emperors subduing evil fist”.

One punch, one finger, hit each other like this between heaven and earth.

The whole Xiaojia manor experienced a great turbulence once again.

However, the Xiao family manor has been in ruins after several disasters, and now it is a piece of ruins. Now, no matter how turbulent it is, that is the same thing.

Smoke and dust all over the sky, flying sand and rocks, the wind is raging.

I don't know how long it took before xiaojiazhuang garden gradually calmed down.

When all these things are silent again, the three emperors Dharma phase hanging in the air slowly disappears into the invisible.

While Shen Junhao and others are staring at the front, their eyes are from tension, excitement and curiosity into incomparable panic, extremely unimaginable, especially Shen Junhao. At the moment, he is constantly rubbing his eyes, as if he is reading the scene in front of him.

On the ruins of the Xiao family, by moonlight, Zhang Hao still stood on the spot with a smile on his face, and his whole body was not stained with a trace of dust.

Compared with Zhang Hao's calm and calm, the waiter in white is not so lucky.

At the moment, the emissary in white can't even stand up. The whole person lies on the ground powerlessly. His white long clothes are already ragged. His hands, corners of his mouth and his breath are full of red blood.