surnamed Wang

Chapter 686

When Wang Gangquan woke up again, he found himself in a prison cell, surrounded by thick meteorite iron walls, with no windows on it, so it was pitch black, and the whole picture could only be vaguely seen through the fluorite embedded on the wall. .

Shi Tongtian was in the same room with Wang Gangquan, whose hands, feet and even neck were shackled, and strange inscriptions were engraved on the locks, and the brilliance flowed, hindering the circulation of his spiritual power.

Wang Gangquan sat up, touched his dizzy head, and murmured:
"What's wrong with me?"

"Master, you were just knocked out by Concubine Yang's slap." Shi Tongtian replied in a muffled voice.

"What about the rest?"

"I don't know, it seems that we are the only ones locked up."

Wang Gangquan sighed, as if he had offended that mother-in-law to death, Shi Tongtian's voice sounded again:
"Master, when you fainted just now, Imperial Concubine Yang ordered to cut off your hand, thanks to the plea of ​​the two girls."

"Two girls?"

"It's Miss Xihong and Princess Yang Dingchun."

"The girl begged for me?"

"Well, the princess asked me to tell you that the favor she owed has been paid off."

"Who made her return the favor?"

On the contrary, Wang Gangquan was a little displeased. He had a set of top-level restoration techniques that would not be exchanged for money. Let alone chopping off a hand, even if the head was gone, it could still grow back. The other party's doing so was tantamount to wasting the opportunity.

While lamenting, he found that he didn't seem to have shackles on his body, so he was overjoyed and wanted to escape from the prison, but after trying back and forth for a long time, there was no fluctuation of spiritual power in his body, as if he had been completely beaten into a mortal.

"What about my cultivation level? What about my cultivation level that can fly into the sky and escape from the ground?" Wang Gangquan's voice changed in anxiety.

Shi Tongtian said in no hurry:

"Master, Concubine Yang is famous for being good at sealing. I think that slap has already sealed your cultivation. If you cut off another hand, you will really lose blood and die like a mortal."

Wang Gangquan was completely dumbfounded, and leaned against the wall without moving.

……

In the northern battlefield, the battle has reached its peak, and the Mahayana battle, which can affect the battle situation, has also come to an end.

Wu Beiyao forcibly promoted to the Mahayana stage by relying on supernatural powers, but it was only a false stage after all. Facing a strong man who was a bit higher than himself in terms of realm and experience, he soon showed signs of decline.

The other party locked him in place with a prophecy containing Tianwei, and then punched him, smashing most of his body.

Mahayana monks know the rules of the balance between the two worlds, so there is no need to be merciful to a false environment. If it is allowed to grow, it will be detrimental to Yang Cang, so he decisively crushed his soul.

Wu Beiyao, a senior who helped many up-and-coming monks improve their cultivation, just fell on the battlefield.

He rarely had close acquaintances with others on weekdays, and he didn't have many friends. Only a Yanjun Peak female cultivator shed tears when she saw this scene.

The battle is still going on, Bijia elders face Yanghuangjian.

The old man had the intention of subduing from the beginning to the end, so he didn't make a deadly move, and the opponent was not polite, and he rushed to the vital point.

The reason why the bullfighting sword is called Yang Cang's No. [-] sword is not because it is the sword of the first emperor Yang, nor because of its sharpness, but because he can find out the weaknesses of all things.

Sometimes this weakness is a point, sometimes it is a line, for people with lower cultivation, this weakness can expand to an area.

The Yanghuang Sword Spirit can control the long sword in his hand to the smallest detail, and can always hit the opponent's flaws accurately.

In the previous battle, more than a dozen monks were cut off in the middle, or stabbed in the throat with a sword, and there was no room for resistance.

Elder Bi's Mahayana mid-term cultivation base is much stronger than those low-level monks. His weakness is very subtle in the eyes of the sword spirit, and it is constantly moving. That is where his soul lies.

The old man obviously noticed this too, and intentionally exposed his flaws, allowing him to stab the soul at the side of his waist. The moment the tip of the sword reached the weak point, the blade suddenly swung across, cutting off most of the old man's arm.

The latter couldn't hide his surprised expression, looked around, and found nothing wrong - but just now, he clearly noticed that someone was forcibly controlling the sword.

The sword spirit on the opposite side also showed thoughtfulness, looked up at the old man after a while, and said bluntly:
"You set a trap?"

The old man whose real name is Bi Fuyang didn't reply, and grabbed the air casually, attracting the majestic power of heaven and earth to pour into the wound, and in the blink of an eye, the lost left arm was born again.

In the distance, the young man who confronted Pu Wen had a smile on his lips. Pu Wen thought he was laughing at himself, and swung his knife and said:
"Boy, you are too arrogant."

The young man glanced at him sideways, with disdain on his face, if he had to focus on two things, he would have taken it down long ago.

The young man restrained himself and stabbed out with a sword in a big stride. Pu Wen couldn't help being stunned by this scene, he quickly raised his knife to resist, and began to retreat.

The opponent gained power and was relentless. He chased up and raised his sword. Pu Wen's eyes flashed. He blocked it with ease and pressed down.

The young man backed away in horror, the contempt in his eyes decreased, the opponent not only saw through his moves, but also easily defeated them.

Pu Wen didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, but stood up with his sword back and said:
"Boy, do you want to talk?"

"Take it to your uncle."

The three-foot long sword flew away in an instant, Pu Wen seemed to have expected it, and dodged slightly sideways. The sword edge flew past the tip of his nose, and he was able to observe the fairy weapon closely.

"Heh, the sword skills are not very good, but there are quite a lot of little tricks."

When the long sword was about to turn back, Pu Wen stopped for a moment, raised his hand to grab the hilt, and a burst of spiritual energy rushed out, directly breaking the traction.

He put the long sword in front of him, glanced over the blade, looked up at the young man and said:
"Can we talk now?"

The young man looked at this abnormal guy with a cold face, not knowing what the other party was trying to do.

At the same time, the sword spirit in the distance suddenly fell into a disadvantage. The old man of the Bi family took out a black iron sword box from nowhere, opened the box wide and pointed it at the Yanghuang sword.

The always unruly sword spirit changed color after seeing the sword box, swung a surge of sword energy, turned around and left.

Bitten tofu in brine, one thing drops one thing, a thousand-year-old centipede is no match for a rooster, and a ten-thousand-year-old fairy sword cannot escape the sword box.

This magic weapon has been in the Bi family for thousands of years and no one cares about it, because it has no other use except sealing the fairy sword, but it is perfect for dealing with the number one magic soldier in the Yangcang world right now.

Not far away, Pu Wen still looked at the young man with a smile on his face like a pervert. The latter didn't want to talk to him, so he stretched out his hand and pointed towards the distance. Here comes.

Pu Wen weighed the long sword in his hand like an insult, and said with a smile:

"Come on, call Grandpa and I'll return it to you."

"I think you want to die."

The young man was already holding the Yanghuang Sword in his hand, exuding the supreme aura that belonged exclusively to the emperor. Pu Wen just opened his mouth to speak, when the other party swung the sword.

The elder Bijia in the distance said anxiously at this moment:

"Fellow Daoist over there, please stop this person."

Pu Wen looked at the majestic sword energy overwhelming the sky, and said with a twitching corner of his mouth:

"If you want to stop you, this grandson will risk his life."

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(End of this chapter)