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Chapter 157 Attack on Nalan's Island(2/2)

Xiao Nanfeng didn't take it seriously. His soul power had already reached the Yuelan realm. Why would he still be afraid of this ordinary white crane with soul power? Ridiculous!

Mr. Qin in the formation also showed a ferocious look: "Your Highness, if I turn Xiao Nanfeng into a demented fool, will anything happen?"

"We are defending ourselves. If we kill him, no one will blame you." Nalan Feng sneered.

"Okay, then I'm not polite, just die!" Mr. Qin sneered.

Then I saw the white crane outside the formation let out a fierce chirp and headed straight for Xiao Nanfeng's eyebrows.

"No!" Ye Sanshui was startled and trembled by the oncoming soul power breath.

With a bang, the white crane was grabbed by the neck by Xiao Nanfeng's palm and held tightly in the palm of his hand, unable to fly forward an inch.

"What?" Ye Sanshui asked in shock.

But this white crane is not worth mentioning at all in front of the soul power of Xiao Nanfeng Taishang Haoyue.

"How is it possible? What happened to my soul power Bai He? Why does it feel sluggish?" Mr. Qin exclaimed.

Mr. Qin felt something was wrong, and the speed of plucking the strings in his hand became faster and faster. He poured all his soul power into the strings, and saw a burst of white crane held by Xiao Nanfeng.

Struggling, dazzling white light bloomed all over his body, as if trying to break free from Xiao Nanfeng's hand. The terrifying soul power escaped, forcing Ye Sanshui and others to retreat in panic.

"Don't overestimate your capabilities." Xiao Nanfeng said coldly.

While speaking, Xiao Nanfeng's other hand also surged out with a surge of Supreme Haoyue's soul power, forming a palm. He closed his hands against the huge body of the white crane, wrapped it around the white crane, and then rubbed his hands violently.

With a bang, the white crane with soul power exploded into pieces, turning into countless disintegrated soul powers, forming a storm and rushing in all directions.

At the same time, Mr. Qin played the guqin and made a loud bang, and all the strings broke and fell apart.

Mr. Qin suffered a horrible backlash, his face turned pale, and with a pop, a mouthful of blood spurted out. As if he had been hit hard, his eyes turned white, and he collapsed to the ground.
Chapter completed!
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