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boom!

As if the sky was struck by thunder, a terrifying loud noise resounded through the sky and the ground, causing the ears of everyone present to buzz.

Under Liu Zhengyang's terrifying power, the archway shook violently, causing the air to twist for a while.

That is of course not real air, it should be a small space barrier formed by the formation.

It is precisely because of the existence of the space barrier that Liu Zhengyang and others cannot enter Yangjia Village smoothly.

But when the archway suffered a heavy blow, the space barrier was almost torn.

Everyone who just thought that Liu Zhengyang couldn't break the formation with violence was stunned.

Slap in public!

Liu Zhengyang was not polite, and continued to hit with his heavy fists one after another.

Boom boom boom!

After dozens of punches were smashed in one breath, the archway in Yangjiacun finally couldn't bear it and collapsed.

The huge archway fell to the ground, kicking up the dust.

After finally waiting until the dust gradually quieted down, the figures of Yang Lan and others also reappeared in front of Liu Zhengyang.

The expression on Yang Lan's face froze, as if his face was paralyzed in the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month. What a terrifying power? Even the chief of the wildling tribe can't do it."

It is not difficult to understand Yang Lan's mood.

With the help of the power of the altar, the savages became stronger, and the strength of the flesh was far beyond the imagination of ordinary monks.

In Yang Lan's mind, that might be the limit of physical strength.

However, even those who were physically strong to the limit could not break the great formation, but Liu Zhengyang used the most savage method to break it. How much stronger should Liu Zhengyang's physical body be than the savages?

However, Liu Zhengyang is a monk!

Zhong Qinglei was also shocked that his jaw was almost dislocated.

Qi Tianfang said enviously, "If I had such a strong body, how good would it be?"

"I'll give you one last chance." Liu Zhengyang shouted coldly: "You can't be my opponent, even if the entire Yangjia Village rushes up together, it's useless. So, leave this place, never come back, lose your life for the sake of profit, not worth it."

"It's hard to say who will die now!" Yang Lan roared angrily.

He didn't know what he was insisting on, but he still refused to admit defeat. He pulled out a three-foot long sword and stabbed it towards Liu Zhengyang's throat.

When Yang Lan attacked, he obviously used all his strength, so that Liu Zhengyang could see that there was a sharp edge on the tip of the sword like a snake letter.

The already sharp and unusually sharp sword tip plus the blessing of the power of immortality, the power does not know how much it has increased.

Liu Zhengyang doesn't have a clear concept of how powerful his physical body is now. Seeing his opponent attacking his throat, he doesn't dare to gamble.

He raised the index and middle fingers of his right hand, clamped the long sword that Yang Lan stabbed, and made it immobile, and then said: "I have given you a chance, but you don't know how to cherish it, and you still want to kill it. I can only be sorry."

As soon as the words fell, Liu Zhengyang kicked out again, hitting Yang Lan's heart.

Yang Lan suffered fatal wounds, and he suddenly vomited blood and flew out, seemingly dead.

Yang Ping was taken aback, he hurriedly stepped forward and picked up Yang Lan, shouting, "Second Uncle, how are you? Don't die!"