MTL - Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation-Chapter 2069 Crush the iron hand!

Leiyangzong and Luoyingzong are indeed preparing to marry.

Although Yang Dingtian was obliterated by Jiang Tian, ​​the relationship between Leiyang Sect and Luoying Sect was fairly good.

Therefore, Huang Linger couldn't help but kindly advise: "Senior Yang, you must not provoke him, you can't afford it!"

"Haha, Ling'er, he is just a trivialization, I can't provoke him. You look at him too highly!"

Yang Yongchang said with disdain.

"Go away!"

"Why, don't let us move, with you being a god, do you still want to monopolize the fairyland?"

"Really ridiculous!"

"Dare to stop, and directly obliterate!"

The few semi-sages and saints who drank the bath water all laughed and talked about the wind, and there was no one beside them, and they didn't put Jiang Tian in their eyes.

They didn't see Jiang Tian obliterating Xie Changying and the saint in the fox mask, otherwise, he would definitely not dare to put a fart.

The iron-handed saint stepped forward, stretched out his hand, gently patted Jiang Tian's face, and said: "Just now, the sage of the rice field is protecting you, I will not kill you!"

"But now? She is injured, and the disciples are destroyed, she has no time to protect you!"

"With the little gods of the Eastern Empire, in the eyes of the old man, but the mere ants can be crushed to death at will!"

"The ants should have the consciousness of the ants. In front of the old man, you should lie down on the ground and die silently, and want to stop the old man."

He was very big and proud, confident that Jiang Tian couldn't hurt him the slightest, so he got very close and slapped Jiang Tian on the cheek. It was not very hurtful, but it was very insulting.

Jiang Tian suddenly raised his hand, grabbed his arm, making him unable to fall, and said indifferently: "From beginning to end, your old miscellaneous fur is always on the top, and your sense of superiority is overwhelming. In fact, I especially want to ask you, the saint of return, really Is it amazing?"

Snapped!

Jiang Tian suddenly slapped his hand and drew heavily on the face of the iron-handed saint, flying him hundreds of miles away!

With a sneer: "As a small God-Transforming cultivation base, but being able to hit the face of the Returning Saint, it's really comfortable!"

Seeing this, Lei Yongchang and others were all dumbfounded.

However, in just a few days, the strength of this person has increased to this level?

The sage on the terrace shook his head and smiled bitterly. Alas, why is the iron hand saint? At such an old age, he still likes to bully the weak, but this time he hit the iron plate.

Rumble!

The iron-handed saint flew all the way out, knocking down the peaks, and huge mushroom clouds rose up in the sky, until thousands of miles away, without knowing what he had hit, he stopped.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The iron-handed saint screamed, Jiang Tian slapped his face down, shattering his face.

When he reached his strength, this kind of injury could be repaired quickly, which was nothing.

But the insult is too strong!

Being taken away by a cultivator of God, he can simply stop living, it's a shame and shame!

Boom!

The iron-handed saint rose into the sky, suspended in the void, staring at Jiang Tian with cold eyes: "Zhuzi, dare you?"

"Void Returning Saint, is there anything great?"

Jiang Tian looked at the palm of his hand, mockingly said:

"A great country teacher, is it very strong?"

"It's not that I, a little **** of transformation, slapped me in the face and slapped it with a palm!"

He rubbed his palm, showing a sudden realization, and laughed:

"Understood! You are still a little different from ordinary people. Your cheeks are so thick that I feel pain in my hands!"

"Don't call the iron-handed saint in the future, you are called the iron-faced saint, you are worthy of the name!"

Hearing this, many people laughed:

"Hahaha! This fellow Daoist is so smart, he opened his mouth with a knife!"

A female cultivator like Huang Ling'er, even if it is inconvenient to laugh out loud, she covered her small mouth with her jade hands, her beautiful eyes narrowed, her branches trembled, and they all looked at Jiang Tian in fascination:

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"Unusually talented, powerful, and witty and nice to speak, it's a perfect Taoist companion!"

Humiliated by Jiang Tian and ridiculed by a group of juniors and female cultivators, the iron hand saint's lungs were about to explode, and he was frustrated to the extreme.

He is a magnificent national teacher, and the emperor must respect him. It is on this continent, and it is also a giant-level existence, like a high god, overlooking all living beings, but first Ai Tu Yachang was slaughtered by Jiang Tian, ​​he Helpless, I was slapped today!

"you wanna die!"

The iron hand drank.

At this moment, no one discouraged the iron-handed saint.

The few Void Returning Saints hiding in the dark wanted to consume Jiang Tian with iron hands, and then look for opportunities.

And St. Qianmo didn't persuade Jiang Tian anymore.

Because Jiang Tian has now proved his strength with his record, the existence of a giant.

She was relieved.

Besides, as a mastermind, he was once severely bullied by Iron Hand and Ya Chang, and was almost wiped out by Iron Hand. Jiang Tian has no reason not to retaliate.

"Shit!"

The endless void was instantly torn apart by the figure of the iron-handed saint, and the distance of thousands of miles under his feet flashed away.

He pierced the void like a green divine light, meandering like lightning, and struck Jiang Tian at an extremely fast speed.

But in Jiang Tian's view, his movements were too slow, like an old lady walking in the snow, trembling, cautious, and slow, everything is clearly visible.

Jiang Tian looked at the broken parts on his face and smiled very brightly, showing white teeth:

"Sage, are you looking down on me? Can you be more superior and domineering, and then hit your face fiercely on my palm!"

"Die me!"

The iron hand yelled, offering a handful of holy soldiers, and slaying towards Jiang Tian.

This holy soldier is a gilt long sword with dragon patterns, densely covered with avenue patterns, and various laws are intertwined. It seems to be able to slay true immortals and cut gods, which is extremely sharp.

The iron-handed sage is about to split, the heavens and the earth in his body are radiant, the law is roaring, the avenue resonates, and his life's cultivation is poured into this knife.

Swear to kill Jiang Tian, ​​shamelessly.

"Sure enough, he is a sage of returning to the Void, so cruel and vicious, to deal with a little **** of mine, and to sacrifice a holy soldier, to kill with a single blow!"

A mocking smile hung from the corner of Jiang Tian's mouth, his hands stretched out, and he suddenly grabbed the gilt dragon sword!

Shake the Saints with bare hands!

This scene is too shocking!

Everyone can't believe it!

A touch of joy appeared at the corner of Lianhuahun's mouth, and he coldly snorted: "This son is arrogant, too big, and even shakes the holy soldiers with bare hands. Isn't this looking for death?"

Even the sage of Qianmo showed a trace of worry on his face, and couldn't help complaining in his heart.

This fellow Jiang, just likes to show off, to show his saints in front of others, can't he fight firmly?

Just, the next moment.

Jiang Tian steadily squeezed the long gilt dragon sword, the crystal clear and gentle palm of a white jade, it didn't hurt the slightest!

Click!

As Jiang Tianxin twisted his hand, a more shocking scene appeared.

The dignified sage soldier was twisted and broken like a twist.

The face of the iron-handed saint was pale, cold sweat was flowing out like a waterfall, and the surrounding space was distorted. That was the result of his frightened soul, which caused the chaos of the surrounding laws and avenues!

Cang Dang!

The two punched together and thumped each other, making an earth-shattering explosion.

The iron-handed sage is strong in his flesh, and he is good at **** and physical skills.

But under Jiang Tian's fist, his fist was shattered at that time, and flesh and blood flew across, broken bones and holy blood, gleaming with crystal clear luster, a drop could crush the Yuan Ying monk.

"The power of a punch is so terrifying!"

The iron-handed saint was terribly shocked, and instantly lost his revenge, and ran away when he was about to turn around.