Chapter 1491: Not One Punch, but Three Punches

Ye Tian's words plunged the hall into a typhoon tsunami. Everyone had complicated looks, some were contemptuous, some sighed, some watched coldly, and some admired.

A Qiankun Level 2 Heart, taking a punch from Qiankun Level 4 Heart? You know, Qiankun Level 3 Heart can easily kill Qiankun Level 2 Heart, and Qiankun Level 3 Heart is as fragile as a candle in the wind in front of Qiankun Level 4 Heart.

I wonder if this is a fight with the god of death, and there is no return?

The Queen of Snow was surprised, "Is this person... willing to sacrifice his life for Hua Xian and Luo Fen?"

The Queen of Snow and Chanzi had a son and a daughter, but the girl died young, and the boy died on the battlefield of a foreign race at the age of 18. Now his body is still missing. He treats Hua Xian as his own child. Although he doesn't think highly of Ye Tian at this moment, he is quite moved in his heart, and his attitude towards Ye Tian has changed greatly.

King Zhen felt ashamed of himself. His daughter needed another man to save her. How could he, as a father, feel? However, he did not have the courage to risk his life. He could not defeat himself. He admitted that he was far inferior to Ye Tian.

No matter what, everyone's eyes were focused on Ye Tian.

Ye Tian looked at Bei Zhan Shen calmly. Bei Zhan Shen licked his upper teeth, as excited as if he was about to start his favorite game. Killing Ye Tian, ​​a little bug, would only take one punch.

"Ye Tian, ​​are you sure? You know, if you leave Hua Xian and Luo Fen behind, I don't need you to apologize. You can leave immediately with Qing Fazhang."

"This is my last chance for you. Grasp it!"

Bei Zhan Shen smiled evilly and cruelly, like a butcher holding a sharp knife ready to kill a pig and take blood.

Ye Tian raised the corner of his mouth and was about to step forward, but Qing grabbed him and said only four words, "I can't catch it!"

Yuan took a step forward, and his bear-like body approached Ye Tian, ​​"Boy, your brain is rusty. Do you know why Qing said he can't catch it? It's not that he can't catch a punch. Bei Zhan Shen is a mean and dirty man with many shameful tricks. Do you really think it's just a punch?" He turned around and did not avoid Hua Xian and Luo Fen's advice, "Even if it's just a punch, it's probably difficult for you to catch it. Come with us, it's just two fucking women, there's no need to provoke such a powerful enemy like Bei Zhan Shen for this."

Ye Tian didn't say anything, shook his head and rejected him.

Yuan was very angry, spread his hands and cursed, "Stupid."

How could Hua Xian and Luo Fen not hear Yuan's words? Seeing Ye Tian was going, hot tears rolled down their cheeks.

"Forget it, Ye Tian, ​​you go, we...we are willing to stay."

"The prefect is right, there are only two women, it's not worth it, it's really not worth it."

After saying these two sentences, the two women sobbed non-stop. When they said it, they felt a knife twisting in their hearts. Their fingers were clenched white, hoping to be swallowed by the darkness bit by bit. A mouthful of blood reached their throats, but they almost swallowed it.

They didn't want Ye Tian to worry anymore, let alone let him die in vain.

Ye Tian smiled gently and gently took the hands of the two women away, "This is my responsibility, I must bear it!"

Ye Tian meant that he had made a mistake, he had to atone for his sins, and he would stand up and resist no matter how bad the consequences were, but the two women misunderstood, thinking that Ye Tian said that he would be responsible for their lives, and tears of joy rolled down. Between life and death, they had a deep feeling for Ye Tian, ​​and felt that it was worth dying for such a moment and having such a man.

The two women said in unison, "If you die, we will die for love!"

They would never let another man touch a finger on them.

Ye Tian smiled bitterly, knowing that the two had misunderstood him. Now was not the time to explain. He took a step and came to the North God of War in an instant.

"Come on."

As he spoke, his flaming hair covered his back, and a violent aura rolled out. Many people were so excited that they held their breath. Most people had never seen Ye Tian in this state before. The talismans and spells on his flaming hair were so powerful.

Tian Shu in the corner cursed viciously, "Hurry up and die, hurry up and die..."

She was just a waitress, and her status was very low in Yangling City, but she didn't expect Ye Tian's relationship with the Mengfa tribe. If Ye Tian didn't die, if Chanzi knew that she disrespected Ye Tian, ​​wouldn't it be a disaster? She hated Ye Tian's "get out" even more. What qualifications did he have to scold her, a person who was about to die.

Huanri and Yingquan looked at each other and saw the satisfaction in each other's eyes. They wished that Ye Tian would be smashed into slag with a punch. Only with this result, they could legitimately send Hua Xianluofen to the North War God and sit on the position of city lord without any scruples. Now it seems that Ye Tian has no chance at all, and their city lord status is safe and secure.

Everything is just a thought.

At this time, the North War God grabbed the elbow of his right arm with his left hand, pulled his right arm across his chest, and the muscles of the whole arm swelled and became thicker. The muscles were ridged, like a unicorn arm, wrapped in golden and blood-red airflow.

Qing shouted in surprise, "Tianwu's Fury, Ye Tian, ​​be careful, he used the secret method."

A fourth-level heart used the secret method against the second-level heart. The North War God's actions made Qing and Yuan very angry.

The North War God didn't take it seriously. His facial features were grim, and he raised his fist. The light on it was flying, and his breath was surging like a raging wave. Everyone held their breath, feeling like they were drowned in the sea of ​​​​raging winds and waves. Their bodies rose and fell with the raging waves, and their hearts were terrified, and their blood seemed to be frozen.

The North War God moved, passing a few meters away, and his fist hit Ye Tian's heart like a heavy hammer. Ye Tian's hair all over his body made a "hum" sound from his mouth, and the Chaoyuan Dao Staff was pushed to the extreme. His hair flew behind his head like a wind, and the Shengjing Dan Qi torrent rolled in the meridians. The Wuwai Yujian Jue had eighteen magic swords hidden in the flesh and blood of his arms. His arms were crossed and blocked in front of his chest.

Instantly, fists and arms collided, without a sound, but the silent frequency fluctuations made everyone feel that their flesh and blood were about to be shattered. The residual power was so strong, so if they really faced this punch, they must not turn into meat paste!

Ye Tian did not turn into meat paste. His body sank down, and he fell to the ground on one knee. It should have been the end of this punch, but it was not the case. After this punch fell, another surge of power surged out. Ye Tian was like being hit by a heavy hammer. After another hit, his right forearm broke with a "click", and the bones exposed flesh and blood, hanging down at a terrifying angle, but the third wave of power rolled in.

Yuan's forehead was sweating like rain. The fierce momentum made him feel like he was in a hail of bullets. His heart was uncomfortable and his chest hurt. He cursed, "Damn it, the North War God is insidious and cunning. This is not one punch, but three punches!"

Qing did not speak, and there was a strong worry in his eyes.

Others may not be able to see it, but the two of them have such good eyesight that they can tell at a glance that the North War God seems to have punched one punch, but it is three punches.

Ye Tian didn't have time to think, he raised his broken arm to protect his chest, and together with his left arm, he blocked the third wave of force. Suddenly, he felt like he was hit by a truck, dizzy, stars in front of his eyes, his head roaring, and both arms were broken in an instant. The force went straight to his chest, but it was less than half of the previous one. Even so, Ye Tian's chest collapsed half a finger visibly. This huge force was so fierce that Ye Tian could hardly control his body. He leaned back to fly backwards. Once he did so, he would not be able to catch these three punches. Ye Tian spurted out blood, his chest was relieved, and he regained consciousness. He stomped his left foot down fiercely, and the stone floor of the hall, which was comparable to a magic weapon, was stepped on for more than 40 centimeters, up to his knees.

Ye Tian did a bridge, leaning back and lying flat on his back, almost close to the ground, stopping his body from flying. He bent his waist, stood up, pulled his feet out of the pit, and stood proudly with two limp broken arms hanging down. His eyes were fearless, and he said expressionlessly, "I caught it!"