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Chapter 1681

Zhan Tian's face darkened: "Speak slowly if you have something to do. If you are so anxious about what to do, you don't have the demeanor of a strong country at all!"

The subordinate gasped violently for a few breaths, and then said with a sad face:

"Master of the Kingdom, the Medicine Sect has dispatched 100,000 fourth-generation Black Dragon mechas, 500 fighter jets, and 20,000 elite Qi Refining Perfection warriors. The army is approaching."

"What?!" Zhan Tian jumped up suddenly, his eyes uncertain: "How dare they, how dare they!"

This was completely different from what he imagined.

Shouldn't it be that the Yao Sect gave in after knowing that they had entered the tribulation period?

Who doesn’t know what it means for a statue to transcend the tribulation period?

It is comparable to the previous H weapons. Anyone who sees it will be afraid and jealous.

The subordinate continued: "The Yao Sect has sent a warning. If we don't return the confiscated assets, we will launch a full-scale attack in half an hour.

From the perspective of mid- to low-end combat power, the medicine sect is crushing us, so what should we do?"

Zhan Tian's face was gloomy and uncertain, and he was pacing back and forth in place.

This matter is very troublesome!

At the same time, it also made him extremely angry.

The excitement and privilege of entering the tribulation period last night were gone.

At this moment, a shout came from outside, and the sound rolled across all directions: "Zhantian, come out and fight!"

"Huh? Who!"

Zhan Tian's eyes turned cold, and his figure flashed, appearing high in the sky.

I saw a very beautiful girl wearing black clothes and carrying a sword floating there.

All around, the masters of the Bear Empire were standing ready, but no one dared to take action.

The aura exuded by this woman is really terrifying.

Especially the sharp sword intent, which seems to be able to cut the entire sky.

"Who are you?!" Zhan Tian scolded.

"Yaomen, Ye Ling, do you dare to fight me!"

Zhan Tian stared at her for a few times and laughed: "Don't overestimate your own capabilities!"

Ye Ling did not hide his aura, and his cultivation in the Mahayana realm was undoubtedly revealed.

As Zhan Tian who was in the tribulation stage, he didn't take Ye Ling to heart at all.

He stood proudly and said with disdain: "Are you worthy of fighting with me?"

"Qiang!"

Ye Ling pulled out his long sword, and a terrifying sword intent rose into the sky, stirring up the storm: "If you dare, you still don't dare. If you don't dare, just admit defeat!"

Zhan Tian's face turned gloomy: "Since you are so ignorant of life and death, then go die!"

"boom!"

He took action and showed no mercy.

Ye Ling slashed out with one sword, without any flashiness.

"puff!"

Blood spurted out, accompanied by a scream.

This scream came from Zhan Tian's mouth.

His left arm was cut off by a sword!

His face became extremely ugly, and he was even more incredulous: "How is it possible? Why do you have such fighting power in the Mahayana stage!"

Ye Ling whispered to himself: "That guy is indeed right, your realm was forcibly raised.

If your foundation is unstable and your potential has been overdrawn, you will never be able to make any progress in this life."

Ye Xiu knew how to use this method, but he just didn't bother to use it.

"you wanna die!"

Zhan Tian was poked in a painful spot, roared out from his mouth, and attacked Ye Ling crazily.

Ye Ling's attack method is very simple, just one sword after another.

Although it is simple, it has an inexplicable Taoist charm, and it has a sense of simplicity.

Zhan Tian's body had wounds one after another that were deep enough to show the bones, and he looked extremely miserable.
Chapter completed!
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