1984: C1984 It is not certain who will die?

C1984 It is not certain who will die?

In front of Ye Qian, no matter if it was the Great Monk Tian Qi, Kou Zhentian, or the Great Daoist Zi Yang, all of their hearts were in their throats as they stared at the Mystery Light Microscope.

Because everyone present knew that Liu Mingchuan and the other person were brothers with Ye Qian, and if anything were to happen to either one of them in the Northern Kingdom, then the hatred between their Sky City would be dead set, and no one would be able to dissolve it.

So at this moment, even the Great Monk Tian Qi clasped his hands together, praying that nothing would happen to Liu Mingchuan.

Compared to the Great Monk Tian Qi and the others, Ye Qian was extremely calm and collected at the moment. It was because Ye Qian knew that no matter how vicious Mo Ang's techniques were, even if the power of the Three Emperors Demon Subduing Fist was greater, they would still not be able to harm Liu Mingchuan. This was because Liu Mingchuan was no longer an ordinary person.

The strength of Demon Clan was definitely not something an ordinary human warrior could imagine, even if this human warrior was an expert in Sky Origin Stage.

"Hahaha, hahaha! Stinky brat, let me see how long you can hold on. Die for me! If you die, the magical artifact in your hand will be mine!"

The current Mo Ang did not hide anything as he spoke his greedy heart from the bottom of his heart.

"Three Emperors Demon Subduing Fist, behead the demons, behead the devils, and come out!"

Following a sharp berating sound, Mo Ang's huge fist force reached his in front of his chest, as if it wanted to pierce through his whole body.

And at this moment, not only did Liu Mingchuan not dodge, he actually stuck out his chest, as if he wanted to use his own body to withstand Mo Ang's punch.

Seeing Liu Mingchuan's abnormal movements, Mo Ang was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "Brat, you're truly courting death."

The power of the fist did not hesitate at all, and in the next moment, Mo Ang's fist smashed firmly onto Liu Mingchuan's chest.

"Die, die!"

Mo Ang laughed crazily, his face looking somewhat sinister.

However, just as Mo Ang thought that he had already blown Liu Mingchuan away, a golden light suddenly exploded from Liu Mingchuan's body.

"What, what is this? "What's going on, what's going on?"

Let alone Mo Ang, even the Great Monk Tian Qi and the rest were confused. Then, they turned and looked at Ye Qian with doubtful eyes.

And at this moment, Ye Qian paused for a moment to raise the wine cup in his hand, and then faintly smiled and said: "Golden Silkworm Armor? Old Liu is really a crafty little rascal, playing the little smart game. It seems like this Mo Ang will be out of luck today. "

The Gold-ranked Silkworm Armor that Ye Qian mentioned was the same as the Rainbow Cloud Sword in Liu Mingchuan's hands. It was a defensive magic tool that Ye Qian had casually forged for Liu Mingchuan when he was forging the Crimson Dragon's Roar.

This Golden Silkworm Armour had no other uses, but it could resist physical attacks.

At this moment, Mo Ang's punch that could have easily taken Liu Mingchuan's life, the power of his punch was blocked by the Golden Silkworm Armor on Liu Mingchuan's body.

A single strike, in the instant where a single strike failed, had already given Liu Mingchuan a sufficient chance.

Firstly, it was clear that Liu Mingchuan did not plan for it intentionally. Mo Ang would probably never think that Liu Mingchuan had such a defensive magical equipment even if he were to die.

Furthermore, Mo Ang's fist contained too much of his strength. When the attack was completely unable to harm Liu Mingchuan, Mo Ang already had no time to change his move, because right now, his other hand was already rushing towards the Rainbow Cloud Sword in Liu Mingchuan's hand.

Right at the moment when this golden light exploded out, the Rainbow Cloud Sword in Liu Mingchuan's hand moved once again.

After the dragon's roar, the sword light released an endless amount of power.

In just a blink of an eye, both the Great Monk Tian Qi and Kou Zhentian were stunned, because under Liu Mingchuan's powerful sword light, a streak of blood immediately shot out into the sky.

At first, there was a "puchi", followed by a miserable howl that resounded in the sky.

"Ah …" "No …"

When everyone's gaze broke through this spark of light, everyone saw that an arm had been chopped off by the Rainbow Cloud Sword, and then, it flew into the air.

His entire person was holding onto his severed arm with one hand, as he continuously retreated while fiercely staring at Liu Mingchuan who was in front of him. His appearance of suffering, fury, and hatred made him want to swallow Liu Mingchuan whole.0

As for Liu Mingchuan, he was not feeling any better right now, he had suffered a punch from Mo Ang. Although most of the power in this punch was blocked by the golden silkworm armor, he could still feel his internal organs trembling, and a mouthful of blood could not help but spurt out from his mouth.

He looked coldly at Mo Ang, who snorted unhappily: "F * ck, just a little more, I was able to split this fellow into two, hmph, I only cut off one of his arms, it was really lucky for him."

During this period, both Liu Mingchuan and Mo Ang no longer had the power to continue battling. It was as if the northern nation's Falling City had sunk into a deadlock.

Seeing this scene, Monk Tian Qi and Kou Zhentian also became a little incredulous.

"To be able to force a Sky Origin Stage expert to such a state, Benefactor Liu is truly a god. With this level of intelligence, this kind of battlefield adaptability is not something we can match."

Although Grand Monk Tian Qi's words couldn't help but be exaggerated and boastful, it wasn't hard to see his praise for Liu Mingchuan in his eyes. After all, fighting opponents beyond their ranks was already an extremely heaven defying thing.

In the current state of Falling City, fresh blood constantly flowed down from Mo Ang's severed arm. At this moment, Mo Ang's heart was filled with hatred. After all, the Saint Fist Sect that Mo Ang belonged to had always been a fist technique renowned throughout the world, and now that Mo Ang had lost an arm, he had become a cripple. Even if he cultivated in the future, it would be difficult for him to advance any further, and all of this was thanks to the young man in front of him.

Gritting his teeth, Mo Ang looked at Liu Mingchuan fiercely, and angrily said: "Brat, I didn't think that you would actually have a magic tool with you, I have miscalculated."

"Brat, to force this old man to such a state, you should be proud of yourself." However, from now on, all the games are over. Go and die for this old man. "

Now that Mo Ang's killing intent was complete, and he had been cut off one of his arms by this immature brat, Mo Ang could not accept this debt no matter what. Therefore, at this moment, Mo Ang had made up his mind to kill this brat in front of him, in order to take revenge for the loss of his arm.

And just as Mo Ang had solemnly vowed to kill Liu Mingchuan, Liu Mingchuan merely gave a calm and cold sneer before speaking with disdain, "You're already a cripple, and you still dare to spout nonsense. It's not certain who will die today. "

As he said that, Liu Mingchuan called out to the dark sky: "Stinky tiger, I can't take this anymore, I'll leave the old guy to you."

After Liu Mingchuan muttered, in an instant, demonic wind blew everywhere on the Guan Yan's House area and the sounds of tigers roaring could be heard incessantly.

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