Chapter 3490: Behead

"Damn it! How can this lower realm martial artist be so strong?"

Since his lower realm, he has crushed and killed many lower realm warriors. In front of his powerful strength, those people are all vulnerable ants without exception.

He really couldn't imagine that the strength of the lower realm martial artist could have such combat power!

At this moment, a wild laugh came from the rear!

"Hahahaha! Where are you going to run now?"

The middle-aged in black robe saw the situation here from a long distance away, seeing the old man in green robe being blocked by someone, his heart was immediately ecstatic.

"You promised my terms a long time ago. Why did you fall to this point? Unfortunately, it's too late for you to regret it!"

The middle-aged in the black robe laughed wildly, rushing to escape, and the momentum came a little faster!

The old man in Qingpao became more anxious. He thought that a short stay would be able to kill the person in the way, but he did not expect that this choice would actually plunge him into a quagmire of struggle.

What annoyed him even more was that the person who stumbled his footsteps was still a lower realm warrior!

And at this moment of delay, the enemies behind have been chasing them closer and closer, and he can't escape it.

"Even if the old man can't escape, he will drag you to the funeral!"

The green-robed old man was completely furious, and there was a sharp cold light in his eyes, even if he wanted to use tyrannical means to injure his opponent.

At this moment, an amazing scene appeared!

Jiang Tian opened his mouth and squirted, and a bright red and white blade suddenly flashed out!

Rumble!

This sword blade swelled in the wind, and instantly turned into a huge sword rainbow, slashing at an astonishing speed, incredibly fast!

The face of the old man in Qingpao changed drastically, and he did not expect that the mere lower bound martial artist would have such a strange method.

Aside from horror, his figure shook, and he almost avoided the thrilling blow, and a deep chill surged in his heart.

At this moment, he no longer dared to despise this lower realm martial artist, as if he had already regarded the opponent as an opponent of the same level.

But he still couldn't understand how a mere martial artist in the lower realm could have such an amazing cultivation base!

Chi Xue Sword Marrow passed by, but Jiang Tian showed no disappointment, and even a sly sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Hum!

Accompanied by a strange buzzing, purple light flashes suddenly, and Jiang Tianlian disappears instantly!

"Hi! Not good!"

Although the old man in Qingpao couldn't figure out the opponent's way, he still had a lot of practical experience.

Seeing Jiang Tian's sudden disappearance, he already realized that the situation was not good, and the cyan light all over his body suddenly rose, even if he wanted to get away.

However, before he could move, a figure shrouded in purple light appeared behind him.

The purple light-shrouded right fist blasted out like lightning, piercing his chest in one fell swoop!

Bang!

In the dull roar, the old man in Qingpao let out a palpitating scream, his eyes were full of shock, and his heart was full of despair!

"Impossible... how could it?"

"The ninth level of the Tyrannical Body, the peak of the Profound Void Realm, the strength of combat power is beyond my imagination!"

Rumble!

Jiang Tian closed his right fist, and the golden thunder light and billowing purple flames rose up, instantly engulfing the body of the old man in green robe.

Looking back at the previous astonishing move, a trace of excitement surged in his heart, and his eyes were full of surprises.

This is the first upper realm powerhouse he has killed head-on so far.

Jiang Tian put his right hand out, grabbed it among the thunder light and Zi Yan, and grabbed a storage bag.

"Hi! This is..."

The divine thought swept away, and the corners of his eyes shrank and his face changed slightly!

In the next moment, his gaze took a leisurely turn and fell on the black-robed powerhouse who came madly.

"Oh!"

Jiang Tian's eyes flickered, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This black-robed strong man was also injured, but the injury was not as severe as the green-robed old man just now.

rumble!

The black light converged, revealing a middle-aged figure in a black robe.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the corners of his eyes shrank and his face was full of shock!

"How is it possible? A lower realm warrior actually killed the upper realm strong, how can your strength be so strong?"

The middle-aged black robe stared at Jiang Tian, ​​his eyes gleaming with cold light, and he asked sharply.

"If you are just passing by, I can give in, but if you make the same idea as the person just now, I can only..."

"What can I do?" The middle-aged black robe darkened his face and asked sharply.

"I can only be welcome!" Jiang Tian smiled coldly.

"Extremely arrogant!" Murderous in the eyes of the middle-aged black robe, the whole body breath surged wildly.

This lower realm martial artist was really courageous. After slaying the old man in Qingpao, he even dared to challenge him.

"Damn nether ants, don't think that if you kill that person by chance, you are qualified to compete with me. My strength is by no means comparable to his kind, let alone you can kill more!"

The middle-aged in the black robe was stern, but his eyes were always staring at the storage bag in Jiang Tian's hand, as if he was extremely concerned.

call!

The middle-aged black robe yelled a few words, and then suddenly slowed down: "I think you are not easy to practice, and the old man has no grudges against you. As long as you are willing to hand over this storage bag, I can let you go!"

"What if I don't pay?" Jiang Tian shook his head and sneered, his eyes full of mockery.

He had already guessed the purpose of the black robe powerhouse, and the attitude of the other party just confirmed his guess.

Naturally, he couldn't hand over this storage bag.

Although the strength of the green-robed old man is somewhat different from that of the black-robed middle-aged man, with his current strength, he is not very afraid.

Moreover, judging from the previous experience of fighting against the green robe old man, that person's strength seems to be slightly different from those of the sect martial artist who fell in Demon Burying Valley.

Including this middle-aged black robe, his strength also cannot reach the level of those fallen sect powerhouses.

If you really want to measure it, the cultivation base of these two people is almost on the same level as the three powerhouses of the Fu family.

If the opponent is in a heyday, he might still have some scruples, but in the face of this hurting middle-aged in black robe, he will naturally not retreat.

"Looking for death!" The middle-aged black robe's face sank, and his murderous intent was flourishing!

Before he finished his words, with a shot of his right hand, a huge pitch-black palm suddenly flashed out, patted down at Jiang Tiankuang.

"Body of Tyrannosaurus!"

Jiang Tian shouted violently, purple light surging wildly all over his body, and dragon-scale phantoms emerged, turning into a body protection barrier.

This time, he didn't use the martial arts technique, he wanted to try the defensive power of the ninth layer of the Tyrannical Body, to what extent.

"Jiang Tian can't!"

Yun Xianghan cried out in exclamation, but it was too late to help.

Seeing Jiang Tian's reaction like this, the middle-aged black robe couldn't help but feel ecstatic.

This lower realm warrior is really an arrogant idiot. If he can do his best, he may be able to block this tyrannical blow. If he uses his physical body to carry him like this, it is tantamount to seeking a dead end.

His palm, even if he is a fellow in the upper realm, may not dare to endure it for life. The old man in Qingpao just now was hit hard by this trick and had to flee.

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