1988: C1988 Soldier city

C1988 Soldier city

In fact, it was not the first time that the Great Monk Tian Qi and Kou Zhentian had seen such a miraculous thing. Back in the Southern Sea after the Golden Demon Island battle, Lu Dingyuan had once lost an arm to a Heavenly Lightning Tribulations.

However, Ye Qian was still Ye Qian after all, and the height and realm that he stood was not something that ordinary people could reach. Therefore, the things that Ye Qian could do did not mean that everyone in the world could do it.

And now, even a small Chief of the Blue Sword, Lang Ya, was able to use a technique like rebirth with his severed arm. This caused the Great Monk Tian Qi and Kou Zhentian to feel a tinge of lingering fear.

After all, since Ye Qian was able to forge a single Lang Ya, then in the future, he would have the ability to forge millions and millions of Lang Ya s. At that time, the entire cultivation world in the east would probably have to welcome the impact of this new force.

Cold sweat began to drip down from the face of the Great Monk Tian Zhi.

At that moment, the Great Monk Tian Qi looked at Kou Zhentian worriedly, but Kou Zhentian could only laugh bitterly, revealing a helpless expression.

In fact, there was no need to worry about the great monk Tian Qi and Kou Zhentian. After all, a strong practitioner like Lang Ya, who had reached the level of Fifth Empyrean of Sky Origin Stage, would not be able to produce such a thing easily.

Lang Ya's rebirth of his arm was merely because he had trained in the indestructible Cultivation Methods, his recovery rate was already beyond that of an ordinary person, even Zhang Hao would not have a body as strong and indestructible as Lang Ya's.

Outside of the current Fan Cheng, Xiao Tongxun was already dazed on the surface of the wild ice plains.

Staring at Lang Ya's right arm that had grown out once again, right arm that was even stronger than before, Xiao Tongxun felt a strange pain in his heart. The current Xiao Tongxun no longer had the courage to continue fighting against Lang Ya.

After all, you have no way to kill someone who could be reborn with a broken arm.

At the same time, Xiao Tongxun also felt the changes in Lang Ya's body. Xiao Tongxun's punch just now had heavily injured Lang Ya, but after a few breaths of time, the young man in front of him seemed to be fine.

Although Xiao Tongxun did not know how Lang Ya managed to do all these, he was certain that the cells in this young man's body were being repaired at an extremely fast speed. That kind of speed was not something that humans should have, even warriors with high cultivation would not be able to do it.

He then turned to Xiao Tongxun and said: "Hehe, Old Man, do you still think that I am still a piece of trash that you can take care of now?"

As he spoke, Lang Ya began to walk towards Xiao Tongxun step by step, and Lang Ya's every step seemed to herald the approach of death.

"Monster, you, you are a monster."

After holding it in for a long time, Xiao Tongxun finally said these words.

However, the corner of Lang Ya's mouth raised continuously: "Hehe, whether it's a monster or a madman, these are not important to you anymore, because you're about to go to hell."

"No, no, you can't kill me! I am a disciple of the Saint Fist Sect, my Master, my Master …"

Under the extreme anxiety and panic, Xiao Tongxun no longer had the courage to resist. The only thing he could hope for now was to announce his Master's name, hoping to scare Lang Ya off in order to obtain a chance at survival.

But who was Lang Ya? He was the Director of Blue Sword Department 3, a guy with iron blooded hair and steel body.

At this moment, Lang Ya doesn't care about whether you have Saint Fist Sect or not. He only knows that you are blocking my way, so you must die today.

Without waiting for Xiao Tongxun to finish speaking, Lang Ya's figure instantly turned into a streak of lightning.

At this time, whether it was speed or strength, Lang Ya seemed to have become stronger than before.

In just a moment, Lang Ya's fist had pierced through Xiao Tongxun once again, following that, the bloody scene played out once again.

This time Lang Ya did not give Xiao Tongxun any chance to continue living, he turned into a weapon and rushed towards Xiao Tongxun.

Although Xiao Tongxun was hurriedly defending, he was, after all, already heavily injured, how could he be a match for Lang Ya.

The light flashed and in the next moment, one of the Thirteen Grand Protectors, Xiao Tongxun, was pierced through. His body instantly became two halves and was torn into the air.

The Blood-light continued to dance in the face of the snowflakes that filled the sky.

Seeing the cruel scene inside the Mystery Light Microscope, the monk Tian Qi closed his eyes subconsciously. He clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, sin, sin!"

As for Kou Zhentian, who was in the Kunlun, he let out a long sigh as the cold sweat on his back dripped down. At this moment, Kou Zhentian was still a little afraid despite his fear, because if Lang Ya's previous move had been his, he too would have been beheaded.1

Within this period of Sky City, the most heartbroken was none other than Daoist Zi Yang.

Rolling his eyes, Daoist Zi Yang unhappily glared at Ye Qian, and then said with slight anger: "Another one, another one of these Sky Origin Stage experts has fallen. Lay Buddhist Ye, is it really okay for you to do this? "

In response to Daoist Zi Yang's questioning, Ye Qian instead condensed his eyes into a smile and said: "Dao Friend Zi Yang, you and I are both cultivators, but when we know that the heavens and the earth are yin and yang, both life and death are certain, and that drinking a peck under the heavens is certain, we cannot escape."

"A definite number? A definite number?" "Hahaha!"

With regards to Ye Qian still talking about the heavens and making his decision, Daoist Zi Yang could only laugh helplessly. After all, he had lived for so long, so Daoist Zi Yang could understand some things. What Heavenly Dao?

In the face of Ye Qian's overbearing attitude and his unreasonable words, no matter if it was Daoist Zi Yang, Monk Tian Qi or even Kou Zhentian, none of them said a word.

At this very moment, in the battle of the Northern Kingdoms, not a single one of the three great expert at Sky Origin Stage s with Saint Fist Sect had been annihilated. Thinking about such a tragic sight, Great Monk Tian Qi secretly hoped that Feng Yun would use all his strength to suppress this young Eastern Demon God before him, after all, if he allowed Ye Qian and his Blue Sword to develop like this, no one would know what kind of mess the eastern side would fall into tomorrow.

Just as these few people's hearts had their own little thoughts, on the ice plains outside the Fan Cheng, Lang Ya rose into the air, waved his arms, and said. "Everyone, listen up.

Following Lang Ya's order, the scattered Blue Sword outside the Fan Cheng began to converge from all directions.

One could imagine how bloody a storm the Fan Cheng, which had no Saint Fist Sect to protect them, would face next.

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