As soon as these words came out, the audience fell silent.

The monks below the half-saint level were about to move, but when they thought of the power that Zhu Tiancang displayed on the square that day, the restlessness in their hearts quieted down.

Even if it was a weak demi-saint, it was not something that a group of false saints could deal with.

Subconsciously, those pseudo-saints looked at the half-saint powerhouses in the crowd, and the look of anticipation in their eyes was intense.

They didn't have the heart to snatch the tea leaves from Zhu Tiancang's hands, but they couldn't get used to Zhu Tiancang's arrogant appearance, and the battle of the demi-saint had a lot to learn from for them, so they were looking forward to having a demi-saint take action against Zhu Tiancang.

Under the gaze of everyone, within the crowd, a demi-saint floated into the venue, looked at Zhu Tiancang and said, "Son of Heaven, you are too arrogant, I will teach you a lesson today!"

As soon as these words came out, the crowd cheered endlessly: "Come on, the iron-clad half-saint, beat down the arrogance of this son of heaven!"

"Yes, iron-clad half-saint, this son of heaven is too arrogant, and he must not be allowed to continue to develop like this. ”

"The iron-clad half-saint, it is said that one of his iron fists once beat the innate magic weapons to the ground, with his shot, the arrogant days of the Son of Heaven have come to an end. ”

“......”

Listening to the words of the pseudo-saints in the field, the iron-clad half-saint suddenly showed a look of pride on his face.

Obviously, he is still very satisfied with his prestige.

After half a sound, Tie Yi came back to his senses, glanced at Zhu Tiancang with contempt, his hands clenched into fists, and said with contempt: "Son of Heaven, today I will let you understand the power of my iron fist." ”

After speaking, the figure of the iron coat shook, and his figure instantly arrived in front of Zhu Tiancang, and a layer of black gas on the fist of his right hand was entangled, and it smashed straight towards Zhu Tiancang's face.

Seeing this, Zhu Tiancang's eyes shrank, and he secretly said in his heart: "What a strange method, what kind of power is that? It's not demonic qi or mana, but an extremely special existence." ”

Although he was surprised that Tie Yi showed a strange method, Zhu Tiancang did not have the slightest fear of anything.

The strength of his physical body is comparable to that of the late stage of the Little Sage, and the latter fights with him for strength, which is simply looking for death.

As soon as his mind moved, Zhu Tiancang's right hand clenched into a fist, and smashed out the fist aimed at Tie Yi.

Bang –

In the next second, two huge fists collided in midair.

With a 'click', the sound of broken bones resounded, and under the incredible gaze of all the monks in the audience, the black gas on the right hand of the iron coat collapsed, and the flesh and blood exploded, and the entire right hand turned into a blood mist.

"Ah......h

The screams rang out from his mouth, and the iron-clad body was knocked out like a cannonball, and only stopped when his body was a hundred feet away from it.

Standing in mid-air, Tie Yi's left hand clenched his right elbow, looking at the palm and bones of his right hand that had disappeared, and the blood that kept coming out, the color of horror and horror rose in his eyes.

Looking at Zhu Tiancang, who was slowly retracting his right hand not far away, his mentality completely collapsed, and he lost his voice: "This is impossible!"

In this regard, Zhu Tiancang glanced at Tie Yi disdainfully and said: "The power of the ants is not self-sufficient!"

Wow –

At this point, the Demon Realm monks in the field came back to their senses, and one by one they opened their mouths wide and exclaimed: "Oh my God, the most powerful iron fist of the iron-clad half-saint was actually broken by the Son of Heaven with a punch, how is this possible!"

"Incredible, it's incredible, the fist of the Son of Heaven is so terrifying, it is an iron-clad half-saint, and he was actually defeated by a punch. ”

"Who said that this guy is weak? With such strength, even among the demi-saints, he is a top existence, where did this rumor come from, fortunately, fortunately, I didn't come forward to challenge myself, otherwise it would ......"

Compared to the exclamation of the group of pseudo-saints, those half-saint powerhouses also showed solemn expressions on their faces at this moment.

Although the iron cloak is not the top existence in the demon world, it is definitely not weak, especially with that pair of iron fists, even the innate demon weapon can be broken, but now?

The powerful iron fist was actually destroyed by Zhu Tiancang's punch, and his right hand was completely lost, and even if the iron suit could recover his combat power, it would be greatly reduced.

In the crowd, Nameless had a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.

Only he knew in the field that Zhu Tiancang was a kendo powerhouse.

But now Zhu Tiancang, even if he doesn't use a sword, he doesn't even use kendo methods, he just uses his own strength to achieve this step, and his strength can be imagined.

The sword weapon behind him trembled, and it seemed to sense the nameless battle intent, and the sword intent was pervasive, and the power was unparalleled.

Not many people noticed this scene, everyone was deposited on the terrifying combat power displayed by Zhu Tiancang, and the scene of destroying the iron cloaked iron fist was too shocking.

On a mountain peak outside the plain, the face of the Junyu Holy Son also became solemn, and the ten demi-saints behind him showed even more surprise, obviously they didn't expect Zhu Tiancang's combat power to be so terrifying.

After a long time, a half-saint came back to his senses, glanced at the Junyu Holy Son, bowed down and saluted: "Holy Son, this Heavenly Son actually has such terrifying power, should we ......?"

Without waiting for the man to finish speaking, the Junyu Holy Son directly waved his hand to stop it: "No need, the stronger he is, the more beneficial it will be to this Holy Son's plan." ”

"However, after the Son succeeds in obtaining that thing, you will kill him together, and you must not allow this uncontrollable force to continue to develop. ”

As soon as these words came out, the ten half-saints were stunned, and after glancing at each other, the corners of their mouths showed bloodthirsty smiles, and their mouths should be immediately, and the eyes that looked at Zhu Tiancang were full of coldness.

For all this, Zhu Tiancang didn't know.

At this moment, his gaze swept over Tie Yidao, "Waste, just because you are also worthy of getting the Demon Lord Tea from me." ”

After speaking, Zhu Tiancang ignored the ugly look of Tie Yi, and condescendingly glanced at the audience and said, "Who else~"

Hearing this, the audience fell silent.

The pseudo-saints lowered their heads one after another, and although the demi-saint powerhouses were angry, no one rushed forward to provoke.

They knew very well that the strength displayed by Zhu Tiancang at this moment was by no means invincible, and even if they could resist themselves, they would pay a lot of price, their purpose was not Zhu Tiancang, but the Demon Lord Tea.

Looking at the reflection in the field, the corners of Zhu Tiancang's mouth outlined a smile, and he secretly said in his heart: "You don't do it, but I won't let you wait." ”

"I need four Demon God Stones, but I've only got one now, and three more have to fall on these guys. ”

"According to the previous description of the three princes, if you want to get the Demon God Stone, you have to gather the corpses of more than a dozen demi-saints together, so that the Demon God Stone will be born. ”

As soon as he thought of this, Zhu Tiancang's figure flickered, and he disappeared directly from the field, and a cold and piercing killing force swept the audience at this moment.

(End of chapter)