However, just as the roar fell, a laugh suddenly came out, "ha ha ha, Lin batian, you were beaten like this by two little dolls. I''m ashamed of you."


    "Don''t talk nonsense. You helped me win the battle, and I''ll give you my weapons." Lin batian shouted.


    It was very big. The voice paused obviously, and then said excitedly, "well, you said it, but you can''t go back."


    "I will never go back on what Lin batian said."


    Just as Lin batian''s voice fell, the roof of the shed suddenly broke, and a figure fell on the inside, directly smashing the hard stone slab into a huge depression.


    The smoke and dust slowly dispersed, revealing one of the strong figures. The man looked ordinary, but he had an extremely strong fluctuation. As he slowly stood up, a strong sense of oppression immediately hit Wang Yu.


    Seeing this person, Liu Qing''s eyes immediately contracted, because he could feel it. The fluctuation on this person was very strong.


    When his own breath intersects with his breath, it is like falling into the mud. He can''t contribute at all.


    "Wu pin Wu Tu!?" Liu Qing exclaimed.


    The man in front of him felt that he was a Wupin martial arts disciple. You should know that there was a difference between each of the Wupin martial arts disciples, especially when he reached the Wupin, the gap would become very large.


    At this time, what appeared in front of him was a Wupin martial arts disciple, which was not what they could deal with at all.


    "Wang Yu, let''s go. We can''t deal with him." Liu Qing shouted anxiously, but Wang Yu stood there like a sculpture.


    A long sword pointed at the ground obliquely, and the fierce sword spirit radiated from it, which directly cut the momentum into pieces.


    Liu Xiong looked at Wang Yu in surprise. The boy could break his momentum with his sword. You know, even Lin batian can''t break it.


    "Interesting." Liu Xiong''s mouth showed a masochistic smile and said to Lin batian behind him, "remember what you said."


    "You can rest assured."


    "OK."


    The voice fell on Liu Xiong''s strong body like a hill, which directly turned into a strong wind and rushed towards Wang Yu. The force swept around him has reached a very terrible level.


    Liu Qing looked at the man in horror. He was about to pull Wang Yu, but he found that Wang Yu rushed towards the man in surprise.


    The light on the ten thousand soul sword surged, and the extremely sharp blade directly cut off the man.


    Looking at Wang Yu''s attack, the man couldn''t help showing a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth, and he didn''t see any action.


    But the force in his body suddenly and violently circulated, and his already strong body became several times stronger. At this time, Liu Xiong was like a small mountain.


    In an instant, the sharp edge of the sword was cut on Liu Xiong''s body. Liu Qing''s face suddenly showed a happy look. He knew the sharpness of wanhun sword very well. Even if he was a Wupin martial artist, he would be seriously injured.


    "Ding..."


    However, just when everyone thought Wang Yu would win, a clear sound of gold and iron rang out.


    Everyone looked at the strong man with a look of amazement. They saw that the wanhun sword was firmly cut on his arm. However, no matter how Wang Yu worked, the sword body could not enter inch, as if it was cut on gold and iron.


    "Body refiner!"


    Surprised for a moment, Liu Qing understood that this man was a body refiner, otherwise the flesh could not be so strong.


    Body refiners are also martial arts, but they focus on the quenching of the body. If they harden the body to a certain extent, their strength will be extremely terrible.


    It is said that some powerful people can destroy heaven and earth when they harden their bodies to the extreme. This can be seen.


    However, I didn''t expect that they would meet such a powerful body refiner in this small Wutian city today. They couldn''t hurt him by relying on the sharp edge of wanhun sword.


    Liu Xiong smiled faintly at Wang Yu, and then he made a sudden force on his arm. Wang Yu''s body directly shot backwards.


    On Liu Xiong''s arm, there was only a shallow white trace.


    Looking at Wang Yu in the distance, Liu Xiong smiled slightly, but the tone of his speech was full of sarcasm.


    "Boy, the sword in your hand is really a good sword, but your strength is too weak to play its power at all. Otherwise, my hand will be broken under this sword."