Chapter 564: Three Palms

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Chapter 564: Three Palms

The drunkard took a deep look at Nangong Yu, and finally shook his head: "This is their family business, and I can't control it as a teacher."

The drunken man's words struck Xiao Fan's heart like a thunderbolt, and his whole body froze there for an instant. In this world, isn't strength the most important thing?

You have enough strength, why can't you control it?

For some reason, Xiao Fan became a little confused, but he soon came to his senses, and murderous aura burst out from his body, turning into a sea of ​​blood, rushing in all directions.

The meaning of endless killing is like a vast ocean, and there are bursts of roaring sounds, like turbulent waves crashing on the shore, the momentum is huge.

Xiao Fan's eyes were gloomy and icy cold, one glance made his heart shudder.

"Triple killing intent?" The drunken man looked at Xiao Fan in surprise, a trace of satisfaction flashed in the depths of his eyes.

It's just that when he saw Xiao Fan's eyes slowly turning dark, his expression changed drastically, and he appeared in front of Xiao Fan in a flash, and a huge palm shot straight at Xiao Fan's sky cover.

"Wake up!" The drunkard yelled angrily, like a lion's roar, the voice was shocking and terrifying to the extreme.

Under this shout of anger, Xiao Fan's pupils shrank slightly, and then he slowly regained his composure. The sea of ​​blood came and went quickly.

The sudden scene made everyone's hearts tremble. The killing intent that bloomed on Xiao Fan just now made many of them feel fear.

This is not something that can be exuded by a mid-war emperor, even if he is named an emperor and a war emperor.

Xiao Fan's eyes returned to clarity, he glanced at the drunken man, and didn't say much, since it's useless to beg you, then he has to fight for it himself.

The drunken man smiled wryly, he did not expect Xiao Fan to be so stubborn, he really does not look like a person who understands the meaning of killing.

Comprehending the meaning of killing, most people have no emotion, because they only have killing in their hearts, and their emotions have been erased by them.

But Xiao Fan is completely different, he has feelings, and he never gets lost in the killing, which makes the drunkard a little surprised.

"Nangong Yu, I, Xiao Fan, swear to the heavens that if the second child dies, your Nangong family will never be left behind!" Xiao Fan let out a cruel sentence.

"Do you want to die too?" Nangong Yu said with disdain, but deep in his eyes, there was a gleam of appreciation.

Afterwards, Nangong Yu ignored Xiao Fan, turned to look at the fat man and said, "For the sake of you and my father and son, I won't bully you either. My three palms will suppress you at the peak of the Zhanhuang. I just slapped you!" One palm counts as the first palm, and now there are two palms left!"

"Peak Warlord?" Xiao Fan's heart froze. Fatty seemed to be at the stage of the Queen of War. Even an ordinary peaked Warlord was no match. Perhaps Fatty could really withstand these two palms.

Did his threat work? Xiao Fan pondered in his heart, extremely nervous.

"Whatever you want." Fatty said indifferently, he was already prepared to die, if he could transfer Nangong Yu's monstrous anger to himself, nothing would happen to Xiao Fan in the future.

Nangong Yu's face was calm, his soul power trembled, and a majestic wave of air rolled out from his palm, like the roar of the sea.

Is this the power at the peak of the Battle Emperor Realm? The crowd gasped. Before, they thought that Nangong Yu was just trying to scare Nangong Xiaoxiao.

But when this surging soul power surged, everyone's expressions changed drastically. This blow was definitely not something that the Battle Emperor Realm could resist.

"This is the second palm!"

Nangong Yu's icy voice sounded, and the whole thing suddenly disappeared in place. When it reappeared, the domineering palm had already hit the fat man's chest.

boom! Fatty felt as if he had been hit by a mountain, he flew upside down, blood spurted out of his mouth, his jaws throbbed with pain, his internal organs were writhing, and many bones were broken.

After flying twenty or thirty feet away, it slammed heavily on the street again. The road paved with flint stone was smashed to pieces and turned into a pile of ruins.

Nangong Yu stood with his hands behind his back, staring indifferently at the dust in the distance.

The others also watched with bated breath, wanting to know whether Fatty was dead or alive as soon as possible.

"Ahem~" At this moment, a cough came from the dust, and then, a shaky black shadow slowly walked out.

"He didn't die! He really deserves to be the son of the Nine Emperors!" The crowd was terrified. If this was in the late stage of the Battle Emperor Realm, they would have been bombarded to the point where there was no scum left.

And Fatty, relying on his physical body, forcibly blocked the blow.

Fatty slowly walked up to Nangong Yu and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His fat body seemed to be a heavy burden at this moment.

With a distance of twenty or thirty feet, he walked for half a cup of tea, and the crowd was waiting quietly.

"One more palm." Fatty came to Nangong Yu again, with a relieved smile on his face, as if he was happy to be able to leave the Nangong family at last.

Seeing this smile, Nangong Yu's heart felt as if it were being pricked by needles. The next moment, his eyes became blood red again, and more vigorous and surging soul power converged on his right hand.

Rolling soul power condensed into a huge palm around his palm. This blow was many times stronger than the previous blow.

"Emperor Nangong, are you unwilling to do so? Do you want me to help you?" Suddenly, an ethereal voice sounded, and the tone was full of indifference and disdain.

"Who is talking?" The crowd was startled and looked around, but they didn't see anyone.

"There!" Suddenly, someone pointed to a tall palace in the distance and shouted.

On the gilded glazed tiles of the palace, stood three figures, the leader was a middle-aged man, about forty years old, standing there, as if fused with the void.

Behind him stood a man and a woman. The man was handsome and unrestrained, and the woman was beautiful and refined. They were about twenty-four or five years old, but their aura was extremely terrifying.

The three of them were condescending, looking down, their eyes were full of arrogance, like a proud peacock, aloof and indifferent to everything.

"One war emperor, two peak war emperors?" The fire emperor looked at the three of them in the sky with surprise, not to mention that the middle-aged man was a strong war emperor.

Those two young men and women turned out to be the peak of the War Emperor, and they gave people a feeling of being untouched by the mortal world, and the Fire Emperor thought of something in his mind, and asked in surprise: "Could it be people from the Battle Soul Palace?"

Only that place can have such a young peak war emperor, but they usually don't bother to come to other emperors. How could they appear here today?

"Emperor Nangong, do you still want me to do the third palm? I won't say the same thing a second time." The middle-aged man suddenly spoke again, ignoring Nangong Yu.

The pupils of the crowd shrank. Who is this middle-aged man? This is too fucking domineering. Who do you think you are talking to? Are you courting death?

Xiao Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his heart was full of killing intent: "Is it because of these people that Nangong Yu attacked the second child?"

Thinking of this, Xiao Fan's murderous intent bloomed, but at this moment, the voice of the drunkard sounded in his ears: "Don't do anything, they are from the Peerless Holy City."