Inside the palace, there was a silence.

Everyone was stunned.

Yun Zhonghan’s cultivation is indeed not very high. It is said that he is only at the fourth level of spiritual power, but after all, he is the prince of Yun Kingdom. Nie Huan killed him like this?

When the Emperor of Yun Kingdom heard the news, he would inevitably be furious.

With the order, the masters supported by the royal family of Yun Kingdom will definitely make a big move, so he is really not afraid at all?

Or, he has other support, but he is not afraid of the threat from the royal family of Yun Kingdom?

Everyone was shocked by Nie Huan's courage, and even more shocked by the strength Nie Huan just showed.

In the blink of an eye, life and death are seen!

I heard that this person was still at the ninth level of Qi gathering in the first two months, but now he is amazing, and he has just been promoted to the realm of spiritual communication.

What kind of spiritual weapon he just threw out was so fast that it was so fast that the prince didn't have time to react, but even the two masters of the ninth level of concentration failed, allowing him to succeed in one blow?

This is completely beyond their imagination.

"laugh!"

The subtle sound of breaking through the air is endless.

After the white light penetrated Yun Zhonghan's chest, it should have fallen with his fall. But strangely, it not only did not fall to the ground, but instead drew a graceful arc in the void and turned backwards.

After an instant, it floated again in Nie Huan's unfolding palm at an astonishing speed.

It was a sharp sword as thin as a finger and as thin as willow leaves!

"Sword-controlling technique? The legendary sword-controlling technique!"

"The sword-controlling technique has been lost for countless years. How did he learn it?"

"It is said that sword control requires spiritual consciousness to be guided. If he does not concentrate, why can he use it?"

“…”

Inside the palace, an uproar was heard.

The eyes of many monks who captured this scene were almost protruding, and the shock between their eyebrows could not be suppressed.

The long-lost sword-control technique actually reappeared in Nie Huan's hands?

Especially Nie Huan, he still used his cultivation level with less than the level of concentration.

This formed an extremely strong conflict with their inherent cognition, so that everyone could not believe their eyes at all.

Compared to them, although the two old men in black robe were shocked, they were still more angry at this moment.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was killed by Nie Huan under their escort, which was a serious dereliction of duty.

If you can't take down Nie Huan, how could Your Majesty spare them?

"A traitor, die!"

With a loud shout, the two old men in black robe shot towards Nie Huan. The powerful spiritual consciousness was activated, and the spiritual power in their body also ran wildly.

The breath was shaking and the sound was fierce, resulting in a huge sense of oppression.

Nie Huan seemed to have no idea. The moment the willow-leaf sword in his palm disappeared, he swung his fists casually.

Simple!

direct!

There was no fancy move at all, and it even looked a little careless. But the boiling spiritual power had already roared out, quickly covering Nie Huan's two fists and even the whole body.

"The Ninth Level of Spirituality?"

As soon as everyone on both sides of the palace came to their senses, they saw such a scene, all of which were shocked and inexplicably.

How long has Nie Huan actually been promoted from the ninth level of Qi Gathering to the ninth level of spiritual communication? I don’t know how many cultivators on the Liuhua Continent have been unable to complete this leap of this leap throughout their lives.

Even when the deadline comes, there are many people who are still in the Qi Gathering Realm.

But Nie Huan is so good, his cultivation is actually improving like a flying slight person.

However, although this Nine-level Spiritual Level is good, it is a bit unimportant compared to the Nine-level Concentrating Level. But now he has abandoned the sword-controlling technique and chose to fight against two Nine-level Concentrating Levels, and is still so casual...

Are you looking for death?

Seeing this, the two old men in black robe had a ruthless look in their eyes.

Originally, they were still very afraid of Nie Huan's sword-controlling technique. After all, the speed just now was incredibly fast. Therefore, although their attack was as fast as lightning, they were extremely cautious in their hearts.

But unexpectedly, Nie Huan gave up this magical method in legend.

Seeking death!

"Bang! Bang!"

In a blink of an eye, a low sound broke out.

The two old men in black robe who faced Nie Huan's fist were both shocked. In their eyes, the spiritual power surged in Nie Huan's fist seemed to turn into an unparalleled torrent, roaring in an unrivalled posture.

The next moment, the two of them heard the sound of their bones bursting extremely clearly, and they couldn't help but feel horrified, but before they could react, their bodies were crushed by the torrent of spiritual power.

Nie Huan frowned slightly and swept his sleeves out.

The strong wind whistled away the dirt that was shot away. Nie Huan seemed to have accomplished a trivial matter, and no longer stayed, turned around and walked out of the palace step by step.

The many monks on both sides were completely stunned.

Two masters of the ninth level of concentration were actually blown by Nie Huan with a punch, and even their bones were not left behind. What a terrible power?

If the person who takes action is a level of Baoyuan, that's fine.

But just so, Nie Huan is only at the ninth level of spiritual communication...

At this moment, the shock and shock in everyone's hearts could not be described in words.

They all came from extraordinary origins, but at the end of the day they were young. Except for those from the holy land, who had just been promoted to Concentrate, the others were also in the spiritual realm. However, compared with Nie Huan's spiritual realm, the gap was beyond imagination.

In front of the Ninth Level of Concentration, they are definitely the only ones who are killed instantly in the spiritual realm.

But now, in front of Nie Huan, the great master of the ninth level of concentration has become the one who was instantly killed.

This gap that is completely beyond common sense makes them feel that they have been practicing for years, and they seem to have been lonely.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince was killed! Your Highness the Crown Prince was killed by Nie Huan..."

Zhu Jun, who was frightened to shrink into a ball like a quail, finally woke up and screamed at the top of his lungs, which not only alarmed the many guards outside the palace, but also awakened the many monks in the palace.

Although they saw Nie Huan being extremely unhappy and were extremely envious of his sword-controlling skills, the death of the two masters of the Ninth Level of Concentration frightened them and dispelled any unrealistic ideas in their hearts.

However, they could watch Nie Huan leave, but the guards outside the hall could not.

The prince was killed, and these Qingyun Palace guards were already unforgivable. If the murderer was allowed to escape, they would be even more guilty.

So, as soon as Nie Huan stepped out of the palace, he was surrounded by a three-level inner and outer third level.

There were more guards coming from afar, rushing towards this side.

Such a scene was not beyond Nie Huan's expectations. When he entered Qingyun Palace, he knew that there would be such a scene.

However, he did not feel scruples about this and still attacked Yun Zhonghan.

A generation of Gods in the previous life, who have experienced countless storms and waves, how could he be frightened by such a small incident?

Nie Huan did not take the dense guards around him at all, and continued walking forward like a wandering in the garden, saying lightly: "I am here just to kill Yun Zhonghan. You have no grudges and grudges with me, don't force me to start a massacre!"

The sound was not loud, but it resounded almost throughout the Qingyun Palace.

"Thief!"

A loud shout suddenly exploded.

More than ten feet away, an old man in black, with a gray-bearded hair and about sixty years old, looked full of anger and murderous intent in his eyes. "The murder of the prince is unforgivable, and he even tried to escape. It's simply a fool!"

"kill!"

The old man in black pointed forward with a long sword in his hand, and his spiritual power swelled in his body and his breath was shaking. He was obviously a master of concentration.

The many guards around did not see Nie Huan's Ninth Level of Concentration with one punch. At this moment, relying on the large number of people and fearlessness, they waved their weapons and rushed towards Nie Huan with a shout.

The crowds were surging, and there was a striking momentum.

The monks who had just followed out of the palace couldn't help but change their expression slightly when they saw this.

Faced with such an offensive, even the strong man in Baoyuan would have to consider it seriously, after all, manpower is sometimes poor!

No matter any monk, his spiritual power is not endless.

Even if a palm can kill several people, facing this continuous wheel battle, it is estimated that before all the opponents can be killed, his spiritual power will be consumed completely.

The fact that Baoyuan without spiritual power is not much different from the lamb to be slaughtered.

Nie Huan can easily kill the Ninth Level of Concentration, but his own cultivation is only at the Ninth Level of Spirituality. The strength of spiritual power is definitely not as strong as that of the Baoyuan powerhouse. Under such a siege, it will definitely be difficult to last.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will die!
Chapter completed!