Chapter 872： You can try!

"This!"

"How is this going!?"

"How could they suddenly die!?"

"Brother, why did you fall, die...dead! No!"

"How is this possible, I clearly didn't feel any power!"

"It's the power of the rules of death in teleportation! Chu Xiaobei and the man have started, one of them has mastered the rules of death!"

"Oh my God, killing two-thirds of the people in the hall at once is too cruel!"

"Speak carefully. They were killed because of their rude words, eh, don't fall, you...oh, dead."

"..."

One after another, the living people screamed and screamed in fear!

Because many of the dead have friends of these people, they are very dissatisfied.

But these dissatisfied people immediately chilled in Su Lang's thoughts!

He was in anger at this time, who would dare to offend him, there is only one word in the end-death!

At this time, more than half of the living people died.

What Valkyrie, what martial sage, what quasi immortal...whatever your realm, all belch!

When the remaining warriors saw this hellish scene, they were immediately frightened and trembling constantly, almost urinating.

But they dare not run away.

Who knows if the act of escaping will offend the opponent and be killed directly by others! ?

therefore.

All the people alive in the hall stood trembling and cautiously, their mouths seemed to be sewn on, and they did not dare to make a sound.

of course.

There is one exception.

That is the Hallmaster of the Teleportation Hall, the Wuxian Xuanheng suspended in mid-air.

He was stunned there, obviously also shocked by what happened suddenly.

The disdain in his eyes immediately turned into horror and raging anger!

It is not that Su Lang cannot kill this person, but wants to keep him and let him be a dog that leads the way!

but.

This Xuanheng Wuxian obviously didn't think so, he thought that Su Lang could not kill him.

After all, even if the opponent mastered the terrifying power of the rule of death, his realm was only a quasi fairyland.

"Dog bastard!"

"How dare you kill my subordinates and so many innocent warriors!"

"Today, I will smash your corpse into ten thousand pieces first, and bring Chu Xiaobei back to the clan, waiting to be sent off!"

The furious Xuan Heng Wuxian pointed at Su Lang's nose and cursed, his eyes raging, his face twisted and hideous.

"Will I be broken into pieces?"

Su Lang pouted noncommittal, "You can try!"

"Dare to be arrogant when you die!"

Xuan Heng Wuxian screamed, and directly hit Su Lang with a punch.

He is a martial immortal of the Three Tribulations, carrying the power of terrifying rules, with the fiery red rule vision, and punching down, as if to destroy the mountains and rivers!

Many warriors standing in the surrounding halls bleed from Qiqiao under this powerful force, and fell to the ground.

They stared at Wuxian Xuanheng's punch with wide eyes, only to feel that it was the strongest punch in the world.

Under this fist, that young quasi immortal will undoubtedly die!

However, the next millisecond.

"boom!!"

Xuan Heng Wuxian's terrifying punch hit an inexplicable barrier halfway through, making a deafening noise.

He was like a steamed bun fast hitting an iron plate, his rushing figure came to an abrupt end, and he smashed into a distortion and bounced off instantly.

"boom!"

Wuxian Xuanheng slammed into a teleportation formation in the main hall uncontrollably, splitting it to pieces.

"how can that be!"

"Who is blocking me? What is blocking me!?"

Lying in the broken teleportation array, the anger in the heart of the embarrassed Xuan Heng Wuxian was like pouring a basin of ice water, directly extinguishing most of it, replacing it with a thick disbelief and deep horror.

In his opinion, Su Lang definitely couldn't stop him from punching.

Then...there must be a powerful Wuxian secretly shooting!

The other party seems to have only two people, but in fact, there are three people, or even more!

It must be so!

"No, you must ask for help!"

Xuanheng Wuxian trembled all over, and immediately sent a message for help.

at the same time.

The survivors standing in the hall were also shocked with bulging eyes.

The punch that destroyed the mountains and rivers didn't even reach the corner of the young quasi-immortal's clothes, and even his hair was not blown away, it was directly blocked and flew away!

What a defensive method is this?