1020: C1020 He Lost His Arm on the Spot

C1020 He Lost His Arm on the Spot

The hook-nosed youth pointed his finger at Faang Fann and the others, laughing happily.

"Kill him!"

Faang Fann waved his hand and said indifferently.

It was already at this point, there was no point in saying too much...

He was looking for death on both sides... Then... just send him to death!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Garen, who was standing at the side, moved.

He had unleashed his Three-Star Emperor Stage cultivation base to its limit.

His speed became faster and faster, and his target was the hook-nosed youth.

The hook-nosed young man didn't seem to care when he saw Garen launching an attack.

"Kill him..."

Kacha!

Crack...

"Ah..."

"Ah, ah, ah..."

The hysterical roar seemed exceptionally real.

The hook-nosed youth! Sen Luo Aotian was instantly stunned.

This fellow... how dare this fellow attack him!

This is... a madman?

The commotion here was quite loud. A group of people who were eating melons gradually rushed over from the surroundings...

"F * ck! That seemed to be the Senluo Tribe's Young Lord, the Senluo Ao! I've seen him before..."

" Tsk... the Senluo Tribe is a rank 6 force after all. I heard that I want to advance to a rank 5 force recently? Young Lord, a force at this level, had his arm chopped off on the spot! "

"Who are those people? Tsk tsk, they are crazy! "

"They seem to be people from the Glorious Sun Star System. ... Did you not see the sun flag on the warship..."

"Glorious Sun Galaxy? F * ck! Big brother! Don't tease me, okay? Can these two powers be mixed together? This is simply not on the same level! Alright..."

"Sigh... this group of people is too impulsive. It seems like there are only two Rank-7 forces in the Glorious Sun Galaxy that can be put on the table. But even if all the forces in the Glorious Sun Galaxy are gathered together, they still aren't a match for the Senluo Tribe!"

"Courting death!"

...

The surrounding jeers from the spectators made the atmosphere extremely lively.

Senluo Xiaotian held his broken arm, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Just now... just now, he almost died!0

This group of bastards from a lower third rate power! They actually dared to attack him!

If it weren't for the fact that he had managed to dodge a few of the attacks, and that the surrounding guards had come to his aid in time, that sword strike would have left him lying on the ground in an orderly fashion!

This madman!

As a top rank six force, Young Lord, senluo, under normal circumstances, Xiaotian would only show his humble attitude in front of cultivator, who was from a higher rank force.

Perhaps it was because he had been in this kind of atmosphere all year long, whenever he encountered some lower power, cultivator, he would do his best to pretend.

He felt that this would be very satisfying! Very good!

This was the true sincerity of Profound Meanings!

cultivator, who was from a lower rank force, naturally didn't dare to say anything because he was afraid of the force behind his back. That way, he would be able to suppress and show off his true strength!

Every time at this moment, there would always be a lot of people looking at him with reverence.

At that time, it would be the most satisfying!

But today, he had paid the price! He had paid the price of an arm!

If the one who cut off his arm was cultivator from some Fourth Grade force, he would have tolerated it and even revealed a flattering smile.

However, the one in front of him was obviously not cultivator!

Not only was he not from a fourth-grade or fifth-grade force... He was from an unknown force, cultivator. ...

His highest status was only that of a seventh rank force's Sect Master!

And he, senluo Xiaotian! A dignified sixth rank force, Young Lord!

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