Shinra Tenzun

Chapter 219 Tan Ziyang

Lu Han's arm spurted blood!

It's too fast, he hasn't felt the pain yet!I saw that my hand had left my body, and my arm was like a fountain, blood was scattered all over the ground.

"Ah!" There was a shout like a pig slaughtering.

Fang Jie raised his head suddenly. At this moment, he was completely shocked.

He just lowered his head and didn't see what was going on!
Even those who saw it didn't know what was going on, and there was a look of surprise on everyone's face!
"impossible!"

"What... what's going on?"

In sharp contrast, one hand fell to the ground, Duan Qi slowly raised his foot, stepped firmly on the severed hand, slightly licked the corner of his mouth, showing a playful smile: "How about it, my martial soul ability , not only can weave cloth, but also can sew wounds, do you want me to sew your broken hand?"

Lu Han nodded repeatedly.

He was so frightened that his face turned pale. He had no idea how the arm was broken!
Moreover, after the aorta is broken, the blood cannot be stopped, and it is necessary to take medicine quickly and then bandage to stop the bleeding.

Hearing what Duan Qi said, he nodded immediately.

Others are even more inexplicable.

"Just, what just happened?"

"I don't know, I just saw Duan Qi's finger move slightly, as if a thin thread, like a steel wire, was ejected."

"silk!"

Many people seemed to understand something.

Thinking of this, everyone was even more shocked, and unconsciously took a few steps back.

Silent!

For a moment, no one dared to beep anymore.

They recalled that Duan Qi just used an inconspicuous silk thread to cut off Lu Han's arm. The speed was as fast as lightning, which made people caught off guard.

The smaller the force-bearing area, the greater the pressure. This thin wire seems to be more fearsome than a steel knife.

Lu Han yelled desperately: "Help, hurry up, sew up my wound!"

Duan Qi shrugged and said with a smile: "I'm joking with you, and you take it seriously? My silk thread martial soul can only be used to kill people, but it can't be used to save people, let alone weaving. It's a pity! "

Lu Han gritted his teeth and roared angrily: "Okay, you have the guts, you are dead."

Seeing that he still didn't move away, Duan Qi suddenly raised his hand and slapped Lu Han, knocking Lu Han to the ground, blood staining the ground.He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

"Wow! That's amazing." At this time, Chen Xiaodao immediately ran over, and said to Lu Han arrogantly: "Shut up, you! It's up to you, just let you go, if you don't go, now that you have broken your hand, you know Wrong!"

Lu Han still yelled: "Stop him! Let me fuck you all, let's fuck him together!"

Duan Qi raised his head, his eyes were cold and ruthlessly scanned everyone: "Whoever rushes over first, I will take off his head directly!"

As soon as these words came out, those who had no strength actually retreated in fear.

People with a bit of strength didn't rush forward either. After all, Lu Han is Lu Han, and I am me. I don't need to conflict with Duan Qi for you.Everyone thinks of themselves first, except for Tan Ziyang, no one like Lu Han is willing to stand out for him.

"I'm the first to come, whoever dares to remove my head, try!"

Outside the crowd, a loud voice suddenly sounded.

After hearing this voice, Lu Han smiled all over his face, crawled towards the voice like a dog, and shouted at the same time: "Boss, he kept insulting you just now, and when I stepped forward to stop him, he cut off my hand. "

The crowd got out of the way, not far away, a young man in white robe slowly walked over, his expression was as calm as water, he looked like 26 years old, and his demeanor was quite elegant, at first glance, he didn't look like that kind of arrogance Domineering savage.

Following that voice, Duan Qi slowly turned his head and met the man's eyes.

The eyes of each other were sharp, like a bolt of lightning colliding fiercely in the eyes of the two.

That's right, the person here is Tan Ziyang, the No.8 of the last martial arts tournament. After three years of experience, his strength has reached the perfection of the Earth Element Realm, and he has stayed in the Earth Element Realm for two years. deep.

Among the same level, he has never met anyone stronger than him.

26-year-old Tan Ziyang, who awakened the sword martial soul at the age of 16, has been using the martial soul for ten years now, and it can be said that he is proficient and can't be more proficient.

When he first heard that Duan Qi awakened his martial soul at the age of 17, Tan Ziyang was startled. After inquiring, he found out that Duan Qi's awakened martial soul was a silk thread martial soul. After comparison, it was obvious that the sword martial soul was much stronger.

Coupled with the fact that Duan Qi's martial soul has only been awakened for more than ten days, in such a short period of time, it seems that this kid hasn't even learned how to weave!How can it be said that he is proficient in mastering the ability of Wuhun?
After combining various reasons, Tan Ziyang made a rational judgment and said that.

"How is it? Chen Xiaodao, Zhu Ru, did you two bring the [-] gold coins?" Tan Ziyang didn't even look at Lu Han, and directly stepped over Lu Han's body.

At this moment, Lu Han's heart became cold.

Looking at Tan Ziyang's back, Lu Han suddenly called out: "Brother Tan, I'm here."

Tan Ziyang ignored him and continued walking towards Chen Xiaodao.

Lu Han was angry in his heart. Three years ago, Tan Ziyang swore to him that whoever bullied Lu Han in the future, Tan Ziyang would cover him.

But now?What's the meaning?
Lu Han got angry, and yelled at Tan Ziyang: "Tan Ziyang, you coward, can't you see that I'm being bullied? Didn't you say you would cover me? Now in front of more than 200 people present, you just Such a breach of promise, what kind of rubbish are you!"

Tan Ziyang stopped suddenly, turned around slowly, put his hands in his pockets, he still had a certain smile on his face, walked up to Lu Han, looked down at Lu Han who was in a state of embarrassment, and said indifferently: "What's wrong, who bullied you?"

Lu Han immediately became complacent, thinking that no matter how awesome you are, Tan Ziyang, you wouldn't dare to break your promise in front of more than 200 fellow disciples!

There was a ferocious smile on his face, he raised his hand and pointed at Duan Qi: "Duan Qi, it was Duan Qi who cut off my hand, you go and kill him!"

Tan Ziyang nodded slightly, and said, "Okay, I will kill Duan Qi sooner or later. Do you have any questions?"

Lu Han pointed to his broken arm again, and said, "Tan Ziyang, do you have any medicine to stop the bleeding? My heart is terrified from the pain."

"Oh? Really?" Tan Ziyang suddenly showed a weird smile, "Do you really hurt?"

"Nonsense, try breaking your hand, will it not hurt?" Lu Han hadn't noticed the strange taste in Tan Ziyang's tone.

"It's okay, I can make you feel no pain soon."

Hearing these words, Lu Han's heart seemed to have fallen into a glacier, and the whole world was about to collapse.

Tan Ziyang stepped on Lu Han's body, and the next moment, Lu Han's body split in two.

Under the gaze of the crowd, a blade suddenly grew out of Tan Ziyang's sole.

The shiny silver blade directly cut Lu Han's body in half.

"This... is this the Dao Wuhun?" Chen Xiaodao was completely shocked at the moment, he finally knew what kind of person he was talking to the day before.

Thinking that he would bet against such a terrifying person again, Chen Xiaodao really regretted it.

Even though many people who had seen him use the sword martial soul saw the blades growing from his feet, the crowd was terrified. Compared with three years ago, Tan Ziyang's martial soul use was actually a bit better.

Sword Wuhun, any part of this person's body can be turned into a blade.

In other words, you punched him, obviously hitting his face, but half of his face suddenly turned into a sharp blade, and your fist just hit the sharp blade.

The terrifying thing about this Martial Soul is that its whole body can be "sword transformed!"

No one knows how far Tan Ziyang has used his sword spirit after these three years.

　There is one more, before nine o'clock in the evening.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)