Rebirth of the Urban Cultivator

The old man was so angry that he was not ashamed.

"Yes!" Ariel said bitterly.

The strange spell in her mind is stronger than the contract, right?

She felt more and more lost. The holy archangel became a slave. No matter how she thought about it, she felt ashamed.

"NO!"

Cesare Borgia roared and smashed the boulder beside him with one punch. The archangel in front of her was not pure! She was not pure!

"Yitian the demon, the Holy See of Light will definitely destroy him today, like destroying a nest rat. Why do you want to be his servant to such a lowly person? Why?" He roared, extremely ferocious.

When he thought of the scene where the Archangel was whipped by the Dragon Country monster and bullied by dripping candle oil, he felt so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

Behind him, the old pope, the cardinal and the Knights of the Round Table were all a little shocked. The noble Archangel actually committed himself to a Dragon Country savage as a servant. It really disgraced the noble Church of Light!

However, the Pope did not say anything. He just said lightly: "Child, the God of Light will forgive your uncleanness. Just stand by my side and wait for a while. I will take you home."

The Archangel was about to cry, but he didn't dare to say anything.

"Humble heretic, Yi Tian, ​​today, you will receive the most terrible punishment from the Church of Light!" Cesare Borgia gritted his teeth.

Cesare Borgia really collapsed. As the Pope's illegitimate son, such an excellent person, the person he likes, actually became someone else's humble maid. How could he bear this?

Can that Dragon Country monster be one tenth as handsome as himself?

Can he have his own power?

Can he control everything?

How can he compare to himself?

His mood gradually lost control, and the more he thought about it, the more painful it became. At this moment, he wanted to slap the holy archangel a few times to relieve his anger.

Time passed quietly...

The Sword Saint had already sat on the top of the cherry blossom mountain, quietly waiting for the arrival of Yi Tian.

The Sword Saint did not take Yi Tian very seriously. No matter how strong he was, could he be stronger than the God of War Xiao Jiulong?

"Killing this Yi Tian, ​​not only can I get the Eight-foot Mirror, but also the delicate body of the princess. This princess has a rare physique, which is of great help to my sword practice!" He thought secretly, then slowly retracted his thoughts and returned to the state of selflessness!

The top of the cherry blossom mountain is covered with snow all year round, but there is no snow near his body, which is melted by his powerful internal strength.

His extremely powerful aura emanated from him, and he seemed to be able to connect the sky and the earth, which shocked everyone.

So strong! Lord Sword Saint, so strong!

The time for the decisive battle has come, but Zhou Yi has not arrived yet!

Slowly, many people became impatient.

Could it be that Zhou Yi dare not come?

Why haven't I seen him yet?

"I guess that little thief Yi Tian should not dare to fight. Xiao Jiulong of Longguo was defeated, so what is he?" A Japanese samurai said carelessly.

"That little thief Yi Tian, ​​he is not still climbing Sakura Mountain now? The mountain road on Sakura Mountain is slippery, don't let it get up, hahaha..." Another swordsman with a samurai sword on his back sneered.

"When the Sword Saint gets angry, the sky collapses and the earth splits. How many strong people in the world can defeat the Sword Saint?" A great swordsman with a samurai sword on his back looked at the figure that seemed to be integrated with the world and exclaimed.

He knew that after watching this battle today, his swordsmanship would definitely be improved.

"Why hasn't your master come yet?" Shenxiao Daojun asked Ye Qingtian indifferently.

"When it's time to come, it will come naturally. This Sword Saint seems weak and fragile. I feel that I can kill him with one hammer. Why should my master take action?" This is Ye Qingtian's voice.

The reason why they appeared here is that the invaders of Dragon Country no longer pose a threat. After Dragon Country responded to the call of Yi Tian Lao Mo, coupled with this shocking decisive battle, most invaders withdrew from Dragon Country. They were also waiting and watching, waiting to see the outcome of this battle.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, you are very strong, but if my guess is correct, this island country swordsman has already reached the pseudo-golden elixir realm, and you are not his opponent for the time being." Shenxiao Daojun did not exaggerate, because the young man next to him was a top-level evildoer, and sooner or later he would surpass this island country swordsman, but not now.

"Ariel, did you see that? Your master, that lowly criminal, he didn't dare to show up. Hahaha, he ran away. He was ashamed of the expectations of everyone in Dragon Country. You don't have to fight him.

Terminate the contract?" Cesare Borgia said with a ferocious face. He was usually gentle and polite, but today he was furious for some reason, as if his favorite toy was played by others.

Ariel felt guilty in front of the people of the Church of Light, and dared not refute. Two drops of tears rolled in her eyes.

"It's a bit strange. Could it be that Yi Tian's reputation is a lie?" Even the Pope of the Church of Light was puzzled.

He lived under the illumination of holy light all his life, and he was extremely noble. Coming to Sakura Mountain was definitely the first time in history. If he didn't want to see this monster with his own eyes, how could he leave his headquarters!

"Are you really afraid to come? Don't let me down! "Ikeda Koko said secretly in her heart.

Many people were also complaining in their hearts.

This old demon Yi Tian, ​​he didn't dare to come?

What a surprise!

After all, the reputation of the Sword Saint was too strong!

"Could it be that the Yi Tian demon was just seeking fame? He couldn't even climb up the Sakura Mountain?" A little wanderer from Sakura Island laughed.

"That's right, look at the Sword Saint, he took off his sword and flew straight to the top of the Sakura Mountain, he is really worthy of being a god!" Another wanderer also said something sarcastic about Yi Tian.

"Here he comes!" Lord Zeus, who is respected as the king of gods, looked at the distant void with a condensed expression.

While the two wanderers were laughing, suddenly, they looked at the distant sky and were stunned for a moment.

What is that?

Oh my God?

What on earth is that?

In the void, an ancient species that covered the sky and the sun appeared in everyone's sight!

"Fuck! "Many people couldn't help but swear!

"My God!" Some people turned pale!

In the distant sky, a purple-gold dragon slowly flew from the clouds, with shadows and lights, swallowing clouds and mist, thunder and rain, and the dragon wailed, with a sound like a bull's roar!

It has eighty-one scales on its back, with ninety-nine yang numbers, whiskers beside its mouth, a pearl under its chin, and reverse scales under its throat. There is a Boshan on its head, and its breath turns into clouds, which can turn into water and fire.

This scene shocked everyone present!

Many timid ones knelt on the ground and called it a god.

Even some powerful cultivators felt their legs trembling, and it seemed that they couldn't even stand steadily!