Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 233: Seven Cities Surrounding the Village 7

"what!"

A lone wolf yelled, and his body was entangled by a black rope and pulled into the crowd on the opposite side.

The black rope was very strong, and the lone wolf could not break free for a while. Facing the greedy gazes of the monks from the seven cities, no matter how brave the lone wolf was, his heart was broken at this moment.

"Don't be so violent!"

Among the first six people, the strong man who had been lurking behind the eagle beast and was determined to die, showed no fear. He rushed out of the defense line with a knife in hand and chased after him.

"Block him!"

The monks from the other seven cities naturally did not want to give up the hard-won victory. Two figures jumped out and blocked the strong man's way.

"Humph"

The sturdy man snorted coldly, and with a flash of cold light, he chopped the man on the left in half with his defensive magic weapon. He then slashed horizontally with his long sword, breaking the magic sword of the monk on the right. The defensive talismans on his body didn't even last a breath before he was cut in half.

Yes, if someone is brave enough to face death, how can he not have some skills!

The sturdy man had a resolute look on his face. He raised his knife and took another step forward.

"Ah! How is that possible? You are so despicable!"

The sturdy man looked at the dagger on his abdomen in disbelief. The place where he was stabbed was quickly turning black and his body was becoming more and more numb. He knew he was not going to survive.

"So it was a puppet changing places?" The sturdy man gave a miserable smile. No wonder there was no blood and flesh splattering as imagined when he chopped down the second monk. It turned out to be a puppet.

"Let's be buried together!" The sturdy man's eyes showed determination. All his spiritual power was concentrated on the big sword. He pounced at the villain who attacked him. The sword was shining like a beam of light, which was extremely dazzling.

Facing the strong man's fatal blow before his death, Fan Canqi just smiled and calmly threw out a large defensive bell of a high grade, covering himself completely.

The light flashed like tofu, splitting the big bell in two. The man got his revenge, chuckled, closed his eyes, and fell to the ground.

The monks of Shicheng Village all expressed their condolences. Since the beginning of the war, no one had died here, but they didn't expect that two monks would fall at once. The strong man was not well-known, but his strength was recognized by everyone. If he hadn't been ambushed by the monks of the Seven Cities, he would have had no chance on the defense line.

A lone wolf who was queuing behind quickly took over the position.

"Zhan Qiaoqi, the command is left to you. I will be the fire captain." Mi Pengyong's eyes showed determination. He took off his spear and held it in his hand.

Zhan Qiaoqi didn't say much, just nodded at him.

Because the other side had just defeated two people, the momentum was strong at this time, and the attack was like a raging tide. However, the two beasts were as reliable as ever, allowing the waves to hit them like a reef.

Inside the shattered bell, a substitute talisman was burning slowly.

Fan Canqi showed up from a distance, his face pale as if he had just been pulled out of the water. He stuffed a Huiling Pill into his mouth, and within a moment, his complexion became rosy again.

Although he lost a magical weapon of high grade and had to use means to save his life, there was no pain in Fan Canqi's eyes, only pride after success.

"I am from Yangxinyuan, and I am here to give you some advice."

Fan Canqi took a step forward, holding a flying sword in his hand. The monks from the seven cities admired his methods very much and immediately made way for a relatively "wide" path.

"Among the four courtyards of Yangjing and Qishen, there are still scum like you?" A lone wolf roared in disdain.

"No, no. Win by being unexpected, win by being smart, win by being strategic, and win by being united with your thoughts." Fan Canqi took another step forward. He looked very scholarly, dressed in a Confucian robe with only a jade hairpin in his hair.

Faced with the blatant provocation from the Yangxin Hospital, all the lone wolves knew that this was a scheme of the hypocrite, but they had no choice but to jump. They all glared at this disgusting and despicable villain.

The eagle beast didn't tolerate him and took a step forward.

"I come."

After finally finding a decent opponent, Tiger Hand waved his hand and stopped the Eagle Beast.

"I have been waiting for a powerful opponent. If I don't do something, I will probably just become a foil. Who can understand this kind of frustrated mentality?" Tiger Hand walked forward while turning his wrist.

"My sword, Fan Canqi, will not kill nameless people. Now you can tell me your name."

Fan Canqi naturally saw the ferocity of the two beasts, but because of the masks blocking his spiritual sense, he couldn't see the other party's face clearly. But he was still not afraid. With his own methods and magic weapons, even if he was defeated, he had the confidence to escape gracefully. Today, his name was famous.

"Too much nonsense."

The tiger poured all his repression into his fists, and with every step he took, his fists became heavier.

Fan Canqi didn't expect that the other party was also a careless person. He didn't dare to be careless. He immediately used his strongest move to prepare for the opponent's morale.

The flying sword in Fan Canqi's hand flew into the air. With his Qi-cultivating skills, his sword power was high at this moment, and he and the sword became one. The flying sword shone brighter and brighter, and it was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes. It seemed that human power was no longer able to resist the sword.

Sheng Jiabai acted as if he saw nothing and continued walking towards the weak scholar.

"Qi Jian Fang Hua"

Fan Canqi showed a cruel look on his face, and the flying sword shot towards the tiger beast. "No matter who you are today, I must cut you with a knife!"

Everyone had stopped long ago, their eyes all drawn to the flying sword. With such power, could it really be the strength of the Foundation Establishment Stage?

When the flying sword was about to get close, Sheng Jiabai's fists met it.

Everyone's heart was in their throat. Which one was more powerful, a big sect like Yangxinyuan, or was this tiger beast more domineering?

The pair of fists collided with the flying sword that looked extraordinary. A brilliant light burst out between the two, and the flying sword shattered into pieces under the fists of the tiger beast.

"impossible!"

Fan Canqi spat out a mouthful of old blood, exclaimed, and looked at this scene in disbelief, still unable to believe it. No matter how many endings he thought of, he never thought it would be this ending.

However, the tiger beast would not let him think any further. After breaking his flying sword, it stepped on the ground, led by its left fist, and flew over to attack.

Fan Canqi was seriously injured, and talismans were flashing on his body. A large bell of high grade flew out and covered him. This was not safe, so another bead flew out and opened a light shield to protect himself. There was also a wooden shield, which was fully unfolded and stood in the front.

The defensive methods of the disciples of this great sect were jaw-dropping. Even Ren Xiong Fangfan felt that it was extravagant. How many of these had the weak scholar taken out? The fourth?

However, the wooden shield was like paper. It shattered into pieces as soon as it touched the fist. Then, the fist hit the light shield and the beads exploded.

Looking at the fists getting closer and closer, Fan Canqi was like seeing a ghost, which once again refreshed his cognition. Under these fists, he finally collapsed in panic.

"You are Iron Fist..."

Fan Canqi was in a panic, his brain was spinning for a long time, and he finally recognized the opponent's moves. However, before he could finish the rest of his words, the punch had already hit him. Fan Canqi was like a balloon, and in the aftershocks, his body became bigger and bigger, and finally he exploded.

The scattered debris and filth formed a thick layer on the inner wall of the bell. Without the control of its owner, the bell gradually shrank, revealing its true form.

Sheng Jiabai ignored the shocked looks around him and the mouth that could fit an egg. He picked up the storage bag and several magic tools on the ground, whether they were broken or not, and turned away.

The monks from the seven surrounding cities didn't even dare to move, let alone stop him.

Sheng Jiabai passed by the sturdy man, collected his things, and walked back to the main camp. He threw the storage bag to the stunned Zhan Qiaoqi with disdain. The big bell magic weapon was still leaking sticky liquid on the ground, and the smell was emitting, which was disgusting.

"You are the Iron Fist Saint Kashiwa!"

A monk from the Seven Cities cried out in shock, and his scream of terror was like the howling of ghosts and wolves.

"He's one of the top ten!"

"Run away! The Iron Fist Saint Kabai is coming!"

This fear seemed to be contagious, and it quickly spread among the monks of the seven cities. As this fear spread, the monks of the seven cities moved in unison, and the originally surging waves retreated.

Some monks from the seven cities activated the returning ball mechanism on the spot, but most people were so frightened that they forgot about it and only wanted to rely on their own legs to struggle to survive.

The bald perverted naked man killed 200-300 people and cut through more than 300 meters, but he did not shake the surging crowd. But Saint Jiabai only killed one person, and the surging crowd was timid.

It can be seen how terrifying the title of the Ten Outstanding Ones is. The cultivators who can be named as the Ten Outstanding Ones are the ones who stand at the top of each stage, overwhelming their peers. The cultivators of the same generation under their feet have piled up into a mountain.

"So you are the Iron Fist Saint Bai." The eagle beast looked at him, and although he didn't say anything, his curious eyes seemed to be saying this.

Sheng Jiabai's mouth twitched again, without any joy at being recognized. The title of the top ten once obsessed him and made him proud, but what happened today made him feel that the title of the top ten was just a stepping stone for others.

This bald pervert is only at the fifth level of foundation building. If he reaches the ninth level, someone will have to give up his position. The aura of this cold eagle beast has stabilized now, but Sheng Jiabai feels that his body is still growing. Can he grow indefinitely as long as there is blood?

"kill."

Zhan Qiaoqi waved her hand gently, and the voice under the bamboo hat was still as pleasant as before. But her delicate body seemed to be unable to stand steadily, and was shaking violently.

Once again, the monks of Shichengzhai were already familiar with the way of beating the fallen dog. The six lone wolves and the four men of Mi Pengyong formed a killing team, crossed the two beasts, and killed the receding crowd.

These are all walking spirit stones, we can’t let them go.