Xuanyan Mountain Range, in the hidden cave, Mo Wangchen quietly stared at his newly grown arm, the skin of that arm was very fair, and there was a faint blood-colored light on it, and the tattoo of a small cyan sword quietly appeared on the back of his hand. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Mo Wuchen shook his right arm, feeling very flexible, not only did he not feel a trace of discomfort, but on the contrary, he also had abundant strength. He clenched his fist violently, and the green tendons on his right arm like a small snake bloomed, and the muscles were bulging and full of explosiveness. Then he arched himself like a cheetah predator, twisted his straddle, and slammed his right arm out!

"Boom!"

Mo Wangchen's fist slammed into the cave wall, the ground shook, the mountain rock shattered, and a fist mark larger than his body appeared on the mountain wall. He was completely amazed! It was just a very casual punch, without the use of toad strength or any martial arts, just relying on pure physical strength, it had reached such a terrifying level!

Mo Wangchen's face was overjoyed, he could clearly feel that his cultivation of the god and demon refining body at this time should have reached the level of an innate junior martial artist, and the strength of his body had made a qualitative leap, if he used a series of means to press the bottom of the box at this time, he should be able to instantly wipe out a martial artist of the Innate Great Perfection! His current combat strength has recovered to the height when he was chased and killed by Wu Guangda, and even more than that!

But the current strength simply can't satisfy the desire to become stronger, because the enemy he has set up in the Divine Realm at this time is far more powerful than Wu Guangda, who is an extreme martial monarch!

"Strength! not enough!" he shook his head and paced out of the cave.

At this time, a golden glow crossed Mo Wangchen's sight, and then quietly stopped in front of Mo Wuchen's eyes.

Chen Bahuang jumped down from the golden immortal pot, saw Mo Wuchen's newly grown arm, and said with a smile: "Your right arm is not as simple as you imagined, at least the spirit sword below the Heaven Rank is difficult to hurt in the slightest!"

Mo Wuchen was a little surprised, but Chen Bahuang didn't give him time to think at all, and suddenly slapped the storage bag on his waist, and a blue earth-level intermediate spirit sword flew out of it, instantly slashing on Mo Wuchen's right arm!

"Zheng!"

Sparks splashed everywhere, and the sound of gold and iron clashing was endless, and Mo Wuchen didn't feel a trace of pain.

Chen Bahuang quickly withdrew the ground-level mid-level spirit sword, and said with a smile: "How can I say it correctly! Your right arm is now comparable to an earth-level mid-level spiritual weapon, and a spiritual weapon below the earth-level intermediate level, you can break it with one punch!"

"Old ghost, where did you get this earth-level spirit sword, you have already broken through the realm, right?" Mo Wuchen patted Chen Bahuang's shoulder and smiled.

"Yes, I have already broken through three days ago, and now I am a junior martial artist!" Chen Bahuang said without thinking: "I refined this spirit sword with the pile of materials in Yang Liulang's storage bag! Hey, really! I haven't refined spirit weapons in the past 10,000 years, and my refining level has declined, and originally this spirit sword is at least a high-level one." ”

Mo Wuchen collapsed in an instant, it was hard to imagine how terrifying Chen Bahuang's refining ability had reached. You must know that if ordinary refining sects want to refine a ground-level spirit sword, they have to prepare for at least a month in advance, and the refining process will take several months, to say the least, and the success rate is not very high. If they knew that Chen Bahuang had only used three days to refine a mid-level spirit sword and was still complaining, they would probably be so angry that they would vomit blood.

"It's time to kill the Tiger Gang, if the eldest brother sees that you have regained your right arm, it is estimated that he will be very happy, and when the time comes, the three of us will work together to sweep away all the horse gangs in the Domon Prairie!" Chen Bahuang said, and entered the Eight Desolation Immortal Pot with Mo Wuchen!

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The speed at which the Eight Desolation Immortal Pots flew away was very fast, and it only took less than an hour for it to fly back from the Xuanyan Mountain Range to the mountain gate of the Tiger Killing Gang!

At this time, Mo Wuchen and Chen Bahuang were completely stunned by the scene in front of them!

The mountain gate of the Tiger Killer Gang turned out to be a sea of fire, every tent was set on fire, and the corpse of a Tiger Killer brother loomed in the firelight.

A team of warriors dressed in family uniforms guarded this sea of fire, revealing the expression of a large number of people's hearts!

"It's good to die, it's good to burn! If this fire goes down, there will be no more tiger killers in the Domeng steppe!" said one man with a smile on his face.

"This minions of the Tiger Gang are really innocent, who told their boss to kill the sixth son without a long eye?" said another family member.

"Don't make any noise, worry, don't let go of the remnants of the Tiger Gang!" said a leading family member with a solemn expression.

"Big brother, you are a status martial monarch, what remnants of the Tiger Killing Gang can escape from our palms? Their big boss is just a junior martial monarch, why worry!"

The leader said: "You must not be careless, you must not underestimate any enemy!

"You're smart, but you still have to die!"

A very incongruous voice sounded in the dark night, and a chilling murderous aura was coming!

"Oh no, they're back!"

The leader roared and smashed his fist into the darkness, trying to repel the enemy in the darkness, but he didn't expect that when his fist hit the man's fist, his right arm was violently shattered by a very powerful countershock, and blood gushed out on his right shoulder.

"Run, tell the master!!" The leader's face turned pale from the loss of blood.

"Do you want to run, leave them all for me to bury my brothers in the Tiger Killing Gang!"

A black wind of killing suddenly blew up, involving all the Yang family!

"Give me death!" A fist with a flashing blue light disappeared in the black wind, very weird!

"Bump, bump, bump ......" After each impact sounded, there must be a Yang family member who lost his life!

In less than a breath, more than thirty elite domestic slaves of the Yang family who were born with great congenital perfection died in an instant under the fist that flashed with blue light!

The killing black wind suddenly withdrew, and more than 30 dried corpses were lying on the ground, all with very frightened expressions on their faces! At this time, if anyone stepped forward, they would find that these more than 30 people had a huge fist mark on their chests, and the inside was charred black, and their hearts were shattered!

At this time, only the leader of the broken arm was left on the field, staring at the dark void in horror, and he shouted tremblingly: "The leader of the Tiger Killing Gang spares his life, I was forced by Yang Zhaohe...... I didn't kill these brothers of the Tiger Killing Gang......"

"But you're going to die!"

Out of the dark night came a young man with a hideous expression and a young man with a lofty weapon!