Feng Dianshan and Jiang Pinghai were full of horror.

At this moment, Chen Ning moved.

Chen Ning's figure disappeared out of thin air.

Feng Dianshan felt a moment of daze, and a flash of eyes, Chen Ning had moved to him in an instant.

He was shocked and screamed strangely, and the sword in his hand slashed towards Chen Ning.

Chen Ning raised his hand and swept it.

Bang!

He directly knocked Feng Dianshan's long sword away.

The moment Chen Ning raised his hand to sweep Feng Zhishan's weapon, he stepped forward, his elbows were like a knife, and he hit Feng Zhishan's chest hard.

Bang!

A dull sound.

Feng Duanshan's chest was like a missile hit on the ground. It was first stirred and undulated, and then the whole chest was deeply sunk.

He squirted out a mouthful of blood.

The whole person bent down like a cooked shrimp and flew backwards.

When it fell to the ground, it was already a corpse.

"No--"

When Jiang Pinghai saw his companion die tragically, he let out an angry roar and rushed towards Chen Ning with his sword desperately.

Chen Ning grabbed Jiang Pinghai's sword blade with his bare hands and exerted force with his five fingers.

Click!

Jiang Pinghai's sharp sword was twisted into a twisted twist by Chen Ning.

Chen Ning raised his hand and slapped Jiang Pinghai on the forehead.

Bang!

Jiang Pinghai's sky spiritual cover was shattered, and he died suddenly on the spot without even screaming.

on site.

Silent, quiet and terrible.

Several Sky City Courtyard owners and many guards all held their breath because of excessive fear and tension, and did not dare to breathe.

At this time, they could even hear the strong heartbeat in their chest cavity.

Chen Ning killed the Yin-Yang God Envoy, but it seemed like he had killed two pigs and dogs, as if he had done something insignificant.

He carried his hands back again and stood in the posture of the instructor in the army.

He looked indifferently at the trembling masters in front of him, and the magnificent building complex in front of him, and said calmly: "After guests arrive, will the Lord of the Sky City really not come out to entertain him?"

Chen Ning's voice was like thunder, rolling out, and could be heard ten miles away.

Just finished speaking.

Someone in the Sky City responded: "It's a pleasure to have friends coming from afar."

Follow immediately.

A thin, skinny Eastern Kong monk wearing a simple brown monk's robe, barefoot, holding a wooden stick, walked out slowly.

This person is about fifty or sixty years old, and is skinny and bone-skinned, but his eyes are as deep as stars in the sky.

He is one of the five patron saints of the Sky City, an ascetic monk.

The ascetic monk dressed like a beggar and his body was thinner than a beggar, but he was the patron saint of awe of everyone in the entire sky city.

It is said that the strength of the ascetic monk has already caught up with the God Lord.

Chen Ning frowned: "Are you Chinese?"

The ascetic monk said calmly: "I am neither a monk nor a human being. I am determined to ask the Tao in this life. I have long forgotten what he was from."

Chen Ning said coldly: "Another abandoning his ancestors and country!"

When the ascetic monk heard this, his eyes rarely showed anger.

It was at this moment.

Immediately, another middle-aged Western man with white hair, black clothes and a cross in front of his chest also walked out barefoot.

It turned out that another guardian of the Sky City came out, a monk, one of the five guardians.

The ascetic monk said calmly: "Ascenary monks, why should we ascetics be provoked by other people's words?"

When the ascetic monk heard this, his eyes disappeared and his hands closed: "What the ascetic monk said makes sense. Although you and I have different paths, the path of ascetic practitioners is the same as the path of seeking the path."

"This time I almost got emotional because of this person, and I made you laugh at the ascetic."

The monk did not comment, and rolled up his left arm sleeve.

Everyone found that his arm was covered with scars.

There was also a circle of belts on his left arm.

The belt had countless nails. When the belt was tied tightly, all the nails on the belt were penetrated deeply into the muscles of his arm.

at this time.

The monk tightened the belt on his arm a little.

The sharp nails on the belt were tugged deeper on his arm, and his arms were dripping blood, dyeing his sleeves red.

The people around him frowned.

The ascetic monk seemed to enjoy this kind of self-torture very much, showing a sweet expression.
Chapter completed!