The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 1957: Be bold enough

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"Stealing the sky, it's up to you to take action." At this time, Wang Meng looked at the Xuanbing Immortal Venerable, who seemed to be holding a winning ticket.

The Heaven Stealing Immortal Venerable behind Wang Meng's eyes condensed, huh! A rag bag full of patches flew out.

When there is no wind, the rag bag will automatically explode with terrifying devouring power from the pocket.

This suction is not aimed at people, only at magic weapons.

Under the terrifying suction, the Xuanbing Sword in Xuanbing Xianzun's hand kept trembling and whistling, unexpectedly trying to escape from the control of Xuanbing Xianzun.

Xuanbing Xianzun is shocked, what kind of baby is this? Actually stronger than his Xuanbing sword?

Xuanbing Xianzun tightly grasped the Xuanbing sword in his hand, fully resisting the powerful suction of the rag bag.

However, the Wanbao Bag specializes in magic weapons, and the suction power is terrible. The Stealing Immortal Venerable is also the Immortal Venerable, and it is several small realms higher than the Xuanbing Immortal Venerable. If Xuanbing Immortal Venerable has a higher cultivation base than Stealing Immortal Venerable, that is another matter, but at this time, Wanbao Bag has exerted absolute power.

Xuanbing Xianzun did useless work after all, and the Xuanbing sword suddenly shook and exploded, huh! Out of the control of Xuanbing Immortal Venerable, it turned into a stream of light and flew into the Wanbao Bag.

Shit!

Xuanbing Xianzun spouted out his essence and blood. At this time, he couldn't sense his Xuanbing sword anyway. The connection between him and Xuanbingjian had been severed.

The life sword broke contact with him, and Xuanbing Xianzun was backlashed.

Xuanbing Xianzun was shocked, sweating all over, distressed!

Xianbing Xianzun's face is extremely ugly. He really didn't expect that the rag bag with big holes and small eyes that no one would pick up on the side of the road would be so powerful.

Xuanbing Xianzun stared jealously at Stealing Immortal Venerable, until this time, he had not seen that Stealing Immortal Venerable was the ninth stage of the Immortal Realm.

In the final analysis, he is just a cultivator who just broke through to the fifth stage of the Immortal Venerable Realm. If the Immortal Stealer wants to hide his aura, Xuanbing Immortal Venerable will not be able to find it anyway. He is not as discerning as Wang Meng.

"Xuanzi? What do you have?" Wang Meng looked at Xuanbing Xianzun with a smile.

"Boy? Don't be proud, you just rely on the power of magic weapons, do you really think that I can't kill you? Take my life!" Xuanbing Xianzun was furious.

Huh! Frost gathered in the hands of Xuanbing Immortal Venerable, forming an ice sword in the blink of an eye.

Xuanbing Xianzun held the ice sword and quickly slashed at the king.

Wang Meng chuckled lightly, and the Taiji diagram on the gossip card in front of him quickly turned, and a strong light of ‘Dui’ came out.

Om!

Void shocked, Xuanbing Xianzun's sword power instantly slowed down, slowly falling.

Xuanbing Xianzun's face changed drastically, and with all his strength, he quickly moved the ice sword in his hand, trying to cut off the influence of the word "Dui" on him.

This is, how can Wang Meng do what he wants?

On the gossip card, the word ‘Gen’ suddenly dazzled and shot out, hanging in the void.

Boom!

Xuanbing Immortal Venerable's back bends fiercely, as if several mountains are pressing on his shoulders, and he has to bend down.

Hmph---Xuanbing Xianzun tried his best to mobilize his internal force, but he couldn't move anymore, he was struggling to move, and he stood still on the ground.

Xianbing Xianzun's face changed drastically, and he was about to finish.

Crack!

Xianbing Xianzun's feet kept making noises, the ground exploded, and cobweb-like cracks spread everywhere.

Xianbing Xianzun's complexion is flushed, his body is trembling, and his body is under great pressure.

Wang Meng strode to the front of Xuanbing Xianzun.

"Stealing Heaven? Work!" beckoned to Stealing Immortal Venerable.

The Stealing Immortal Venerable took out the Xuanbing Sword that had been collected by the Wanbao Bag, and threw it directly to Wang Meng.

Wang Meng stroked the sword body lightly, feeling the cold touch from his fingertips.

"The name of the sword is Xuan Bing, and it is your honor to die under this sword." Wang Meng said lightly, and both the speed and tone of his speech were exactly the same as the previous Xuanbing Immortal Venerable.

He returned this sentence to Xuanbing Immortal Venerable intact.

The Xuanbing sword in Wang Meng's hand was raised high, as if he would chop off Xuanbing Xianzun's head in the next instant.

"No! You can't kill me! I'm the son of Xianzun Yukong! You kill me, my father will not let you go!" Xuanbing Xianzun shouted vigorously with a look of horror. At this time, he was scared!

Wang Meng slowly put down the Xuanbing sword.

Xuanbing Xianzun was beaming, thinking that it was his father's prestige, which shocked Wang Meng.

"Hurry up and let me go, otherwise, my father will make you better than dead!" Xuanbing Xianzun was not afraid, and said arrogantly, he had already decided that Wang Meng would not dare to kill him at this time.

"Hehe." Wang Meng sneered: "You don't really think that I am afraid of your father."

Puff!

Wang Meng's voice fell, a cold light flashed, and one of Xuanbing Xianzun's arm fell in response.

"Ah!" Xuanbing Xianzun screamed in pain: "You dare to shoot at me? My father can't spare you!"

"Seeing your virtue, I can know what kind of person your father is. You are an immortal, so spineless? Don't come out to pretend if you don't have spine!" Wang Meng sneered and sneered! A cold light flashed, and Xuanbing Xianzun's other arm fell to the ground.

Ah!

Xuanbing Xianzun screamed, unable to withstand the terrifying coercion anymore, thumped and knelt down.

Boom! Suddenly, a terrifying atmosphere came from the horizon, and a black cloud galloped in. A figure was faintly visible among the dark clouds.

"Who dares to move my son!" The incoming person roared, and the voice has arrived before the person arrives.

Wang Meng sneered in his heart, and the Xuanbing sword stood on the spot, waiting for the arrival of the man on the horizon. Wang Mengxin said, it is you who are waiting!

Huh! In less than three breaths, the man came to the sky above the dojo.

The visitor is an old man with gray hair. He is tall and has a thin face. The two muscles of his cheek have been sunken, and he has a mean appearance.

He is the father of Xianbing Xianzun—Xianzun Yukong.

Xianzun Yukong stood in the void, expressionless, his deep-set eyes stared at Wang Meng gloomily.

"Give you two breaths, let my son go, then kneel and kowtow to admit his mistake, cut off his arms, and abolish martial arts, I can consider letting you go." Yukong Immortal Venerable said viciously.

He didn't make the first move because he was proud and didn't think Wang Meng, the ant, would dare to play any tricks in front of him.

"Boy? Did you hear that? Just let me go!" Seeing his father came, Xuanbing Xianzun's confidence grew stronger, and he shouted arrogantly. She seemed to have broken her arms and it didn't hurt anymore.

"You don't need two breaths, one breath is enough." Wang Meng showed a smile on his face.

Puff!

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and Xuanbing Xianzun's head flew up and was cut off mercilessly by Wang Meng.

At this time, Xianbing Xianzun still had a grinning smile on his face. He didn't think that Wang Meng dared to kill himself in front of his father, but Wang Meng was bold enough to show it to him.

Wow!

Suddenly, in the blood mist, a **** streamer flew into the air at a very fast speed. It was the original spirit of Xuanbing Xianzun...