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Chapter 1198 Kill! (Part 2)
Because of the prohibition, the secular world and the ancient martial arts world were divided into two worlds.

When a cultivator comes to the secular world, his strength will be forcibly suppressed to the side of the great master, and his spiritual power cannot be displayed, and he can only release the same inner strength as ordinary warriors.

Even if Qin Yang had cheats, he could only exert [-] to [-]% of his immortal cultivation power.

However, the bald old man in front of him had spiritual power when he shot, which somewhat surprised Qin Yang, feeling that the other party was not affected by the restriction.

Bang!
A muffled sound resounded.

Under the powerful collision, Qin Yang felt that the opponent was pressing towards him like a giant tank. With a muffled grunt, he flew upside down and smashed the tables and chairs behind him to pieces.

The old man blasted out, but did not pursue, but looked at Qin Yang coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Qin, if you don't use all your strength, today will be your death day!"

"Why are you able to display the power of cultivating immortals?" Qin Yang asked curiously.

A sneering smile appeared on the corner of the bald old man's mouth: "Not everything in this world exists according to the rules, such as you, Mr. Qin?"

"Interesting, but it's a pity that your cultivation power is not pure, it looks like it was catalyzed by special medicine. Is that right?"

Qin Yang smiled lightly.

After being exposed the truth, the bald old man's complexion suddenly changed, and he snorted coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, let me see how powerful the legendary dragon soul is!"

"laugh--"

His figure rushed towards him again, his fingers curled together, and he shot out an extremely fierce wind blade.

Qin Yang's cold eyes flickered slightly, and when the wind blade hit, he turned his body slightly, and with a click, the stone pillar behind him was smashed into pieces.

"Thunder Leg!"

The bald old man leaped up into the air, his right leg was faintly covered with a layer of electric light, and he threw it out with a powerful pressure.

Some calligraphy and paintings on the surrounding walls were blown into pieces by the strong wind, all the onlookers exclaimed, and some young masters and ladies who had never seen a big scene even collapsed on the ground.

"It's beautiful! It's beautiful!"

Tie Shaoyan clapped his hands and smiled, glanced at Chunchun, and said with a smile: "Beauty, are you interested in having sex tonight?"

Chunchun burst into a smile: "Okay, I'm afraid your subordinates won't be able to beat my husband."

"Based on your words, I will fuck you tonight!"

Tie Shaoyan laughed loudly, picked up the red wine on the table, poured it into his crotch like a madman, and hissed: "It's cool! Wash my brother first, so that I don't get tired when it happens."

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Over there, the fighting is fierce.

"Break mountains and rivers with one sword!!"

Looking at the fierce attack of the bald old man, Qin Yang didn't bother to entangle too much. He drew out his long sword and shot out an arc of purple light, as if holding a round of purple moon in his hand, and the coldness fluctuated.

Wherever the sword edge passed, it seemed that even the air was torn apart.

The chill emitted by the sword light made the pores of the bald old man's body tighten quietly. He turned around in the air, and countless thunder and lightning were kicked out from his right foot.

"Crack!"

The thunder and lightning hit the sword light, and the sound of electric current was heard in the whole air. With a flick of his wrist, Qin Yang cut the lightning and lightning clean, and swung his backhand.

stab-

There was a bloody gash on the old man's thigh.

But his body shrank into a ball strangely, and rolled in front of Qin Yang like a rubber ball. Before the other party could react, he stretched out a kick and kicked Qin Yang firmly in the chest.

This foot weighs as much as a thousand catties!
Not to mention people, even a small car can be scrapped by him.

Click!

The expected bone crack sounded.

However, it was the bald old man who screamed. His calf was cracked and slightly bent.On the contrary, Qin Yang remained motionless, except for the shoe prints on his chest, there was no serious problem.

"How do you—"

The bald old man staggered back a few steps, covered his broken face, and looked at Qin Yang in horror.

"I'm sorry, I have also practiced the golden bell cover. Besides, the power of cultivating immortals inspired by your medicine is not orthodox after all. A copycat will always be a copycat."

Qin Yang said lightly, and the long sword in his hand shot out again.

"Cultivation of Immortals is a supernatural law, there is no such thing as orthodoxy, I don't believe it!"

The bald old man slapped his palm on the floor and flew into the air. All the wine bottles on the surrounding tables were broken, and the wine seemed to be drawn by a mysterious force and gathered in the palm of the old man.

"All Swords Return to the Sect!!"

Countless red wine condensed into a long sword, which crazily swirled around his body.

With a cold drink, countless water swords whizzed out, covering the sky and covering the sun, scaring some guests in the hall to run away, fearing that they would suffer.

"You are worthy of being called Wan Jian Guizong even with your rubbish skills? You have tarnished such a lofty name!"

Qin Yang snorted coldly and urged the magic formula!

"Ping! Ping! Ping!"

The water sword tore apart and turned into drops of wine, which fell on the ground.

The spiritual power swept through, and there was a buzzing sound. The old man spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, stepped back a few steps, and the spiritual power around him began to dissipate slowly.

"What? The potion is starting to fail?"

The corner of Qin Yang's mouth twitched, and the long sword in his hand shook violently. The wine that had been spilled on the ground floated up again and turned into a giant python.

puff--

The giant python directly penetrated the old man's chest, creating a cloud of blood.

At this moment, the entire hall became extremely quiet.

The bald old man fell to his knees with a plop, looked down at a bloody hole in his chest, moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, and finally fell to the ground, lifeless.

After a few seconds, a woman's scream came out from the crowd.

Tie Shaoyan was stunned for a while, cursed, got up and was about to walk towards the stairs, just after taking two steps, he found that there was another person in front of him, it was Qin Yang, looking at him coldly.

"Leaving in such a hurry?" Qin Yang had a half-smile.

"Brother, you are awesome, I admire you."

Tie Shao stretched out his thumb, pointed at his crotch, and said, "Look, I'm so scared that I'm pissing. For the sake of being so pitiful, should I be let go?"

"Kneel down, I'll think about it again."

Qin Yang said lightly.

Tie Shaoyan laughed: "It's my old man. I have never knelt down to him. What are you? Come on, kill me. I'll see if you dare."

"as you wish."

Qin Yang took a step forward and punched the opponent in the chest.

boom!
To Qin Yang's surprise, he felt his fist hit a ball of cotton without any force.But Tie Shaoyan flew upside down, flipped in the air, and landed lightly on the ground.

"Just this little strength?" Tie Shaoyan said with a smile.

master?

Qin Yang raised his eyebrows, very surprised.

"stop!!"

At this moment, an angry shout suddenly came.

A team of heavily armed Shenwu Team rushed in and surrounded Qin Yang and the others.

The leader was a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, in his forties, wearing a Shenwu team uniform, with medals on his shoulders, and it seemed that his position was not low.

(End of this chapter)