Chapter: 4262
Seeing the tragic death of his companion, Jiang Pinghai let out an angry roar, and threw himself at Chen Ning desperately with his sword.
Chen Ning grabbed Jiang Pinghai's blade with his bare hands, and suddenly exerted force with his five fingers.
Click!
Jiang Pinghai's sharp sword was forcibly twisted into a twist by Chen Ning.
Chen Ning raised his hand and slapped Jiang Pinghai on the forehead again.
boom!
Jiang Pinghai's Tianling cover was smashed to pieces, and he died suddenly on the spot without screaming.
on site.
There was no sound, it was eerily quiet.
Several sky city masters, as well as many guards, all of them held their breath because of excessive fear and tension, and they did not dare to breathe.
At this moment, they could even hear the strong beating of their hearts in their chests.
When Chen Ning killed the yin and yang envoy, it was as if he had killed two pigs and dogs. It seemed that he had done a trivial thing.
He put his hands behind his back again, and stood in the military instructor's standing posture.
He looked indifferently at the group of shivering masters and the majestic buildings in front of him, and said calmly: "There are guests, the God Lord of the Sky City, really won't come out to entertain you?"
Chen Ning's voice was like thunder, rolling out, and could be heard from ten miles around.
The voice just fell.
Someone in Sky City responded: "It's such a joy to have friends coming from afar."
follow closely.
A skinny monk with an oriental face, wearing a simple brown robe, barefoot, holding a wooden stick, walked out unhurriedly.
This person is about fifty or sixty, skinny and skinny, but his eyes are as deep as the stars in the sky.
He is one of the five patron saints of Sky City, an ascetic monk.
The ascetic monk is dressed like a beggar, and his body is even thinner than a beggar, but he is the patron saint of the entire sky city that everyone respects.
It is rumored that the strength of the ascetic monk has already caught up with the God Lord.
Chen Ning frowned: "Are you from Huaxia?"
The ascetic monk said plainly: "I am neither a monk nor a human being. I am determined to ask in this life. What is my origin, I have long forgotten."
Chen Ning said coldly: "Another person who abandoned his family and country!"
When the ascetic monk heard the words, anger rarely appeared in his eyes.
at this moment.
Immediately another middle-aged Western man with white hair, wearing black clothes and a cross on his chest came out barefoot.
It turned out to be another patron saint of Sky City, an ascetic monk who is one of the five patron saints. JrNovels.com
Chen Ning grabbed Jiang Pinghai's blade with his bare hands, and suddenly exerted force with his five fingers.
Click!
Jiang Pinghai's sharp sword was forcibly twisted into a twist by Chen Ning.
Chen Ning raised his hand and slapped Jiang Pinghai on the forehead again.
boom!
Jiang Pinghai's Tianling cover was smashed to pieces, and he died suddenly on the spot without screaming.
on site.
There was no sound, it was eerily quiet.
Several sky city masters, as well as many guards, all of them held their breath because of excessive fear and tension, and they did not dare to breathe.
At this moment, they could even hear the strong beating of their hearts in their chests.
When Chen Ning killed the yin and yang envoy, it was as if he had killed two pigs and dogs. It seemed that he had done a trivial thing.
He put his hands behind his back again, and stood in the military instructor's standing posture.
He looked indifferently at the group of shivering masters and the majestic buildings in front of him, and said calmly: "There are guests, the God Lord of the Sky City, really won't come out to entertain you?"
Chen Ning's voice was like thunder, rolling out, and could be heard from ten miles around.
The voice just fell.
Someone in Sky City responded: "It's such a joy to have friends coming from afar."
follow closely.
A skinny monk with an oriental face, wearing a simple brown robe, barefoot, holding a wooden stick, walked out unhurriedly.
This person is about fifty or sixty, skinny and skinny, but his eyes are as deep as the stars in the sky.
He is one of the five patron saints of Sky City, an ascetic monk.
The ascetic monk is dressed like a beggar, and his body is even thinner than a beggar, but he is the patron saint of the entire sky city that everyone respects.
It is rumored that the strength of the ascetic monk has already caught up with the God Lord.
Chen Ning frowned: "Are you from Huaxia?"
The ascetic monk said plainly: "I am neither a monk nor a human being. I am determined to ask in this life. What is my origin, I have long forgotten."
Chen Ning said coldly: "Another person who abandoned his family and country!"
When the ascetic monk heard the words, anger rarely appeared in his eyes.
at this moment.
Immediately another middle-aged Western man with white hair, wearing black clothes and a cross on his chest came out barefoot.
It turned out to be another patron saint of Sky City, an ascetic monk who is one of the five patron saints. JrNovels.com
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