My Heaven-Defying Spirit

"Crossing the Sea!"

Hu Yanbi was shocked. Luo Bingcheng's aura just now was obviously the aura of a strong man in the Crossing the Sea Realm. If Luo Bingcheng were to advance to the Crossing the Sea Realm, then his Tiger Tooth Sect would be completely destroyed.

"Damn it, I don't care whether your strength has improved today or not. In the end, it's just a fight to the death. Whoever stands to the end is the winner!"

Seeing Luo Bingcheng's aura suddenly increase, Hu Yanbi was not afraid but laughed excitedly.

"Uncle Cheng, I have broken through the Sea Crossing Realm!"

At this time, in a mountain forest, Luo Hong, who was fighting with the people of the Tiger Tooth Sect, looked at Luo Bingcheng in the air with a gleam in his eyes. He had just heard the conversation in the air. After hearing Luo Hong's words, the disciples who were fighting in Luocheng also became more eager to fight and attacked more fiercely.

"It seems that the destruction of the Tiger Fang Sect is probably a foregone conclusion this time."

Mo Ji in mid-air looked at Luo Bingcheng not far away and said with a smile on his face. It was obvious that he was also talking to the cold woman in front of him, trying to persuade her not to get involved.

However, the woman seemed to have never heard of it. Her expression remained unchanged. After a long while, she snorted coldly.

"Look at the sword!"

With a graceful figure and the wind blowing through her clothes, she tore a void crack in the air with one step, which was just big enough for one person. The woman stepped into it, and the next second, a cold sword energy fell half a meter above Mo Ji's head.

Seeing this, Mo Ji could only smile helplessly.

"It seems that you are determined to fight me to the end today. No problem, then I will fight with Sister Miaoer."

Then, the two people in the air turned into a meteor again. With one move, the void exploded and the earth shook.

After Ming Huaishang had dealt with one person, there were no more disciples of the Tiger Fang Sect in front of him. He stood in place and looked around. At this time, the Tiger Fang Sect was in a state of decline, and the decline seemed to be a foregone conclusion.

He walked forward a few steps and looked at the scattered corpses in the dense forest in front of him. Some were from the disciples of the Tiger Fang Sect, and some were from Luocheng. Ming Huaishang walked forward and came to a corpse. He squatted down and rummaged around for a few times, as if he was looking for something.

After a while, he took out a bunch of miscellaneous items from the corpses, including magical instruments, strange and incomprehensible toys. None of these people had storage bags.

Storage bags are something that only disciples of wealthy families, or independent cultivators with considerable wealth, and some elders in sects have.

After all, a storage bag is also a magical space storage tool. It is a precious thing that not everyone can own.

Looking at the rags, Ming Huaishang shook his head helplessly, but then he put all the things into his storage bag. At this moment, Ming Huaishang's storage bag was almost full of rags.

"Although these magic weapons are not of high grade, I am a casual cultivator after all, and having more magic weapons on me may be of great use."

At this time, Luo Hong also rushed over. He had just finished dealing with a disciple of the Tiger Fang Sect. His hands were covered in blood and his face was filled with excitement.

Luo Hong is just like that, a war-crazed person, a warmongerer. He thinks that only by constantly fighting can he improve himself, so he was the one who enjoyed killing the most just now.

"Brother, why did you collect these low-level magic weapons from these corpses? They are all useless magic weapons. If you are short of them, you can go to my treasure room and choose any. Those are things left by my father. I don’t know how many times better they are than these things."

Hearing this, Ming Huaishang was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say. He put the storage bag into his pocket, then patted Luo Hong on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"Brother, after this matter is over, I will leave Luocheng"

Hearing this, Luo Hong's face suddenly changed.

"Brother, are you joking again?"

Ming Huaishang slowly walked towards the next corpse and continued to stir something.

"I have benefited a lot from the Luo family. Besides, I have something else to do. I have to leave."

When Ming Huaishang finished speaking, Luo Hong did not continue to speak, but patted Ming Huaishang on the shoulder and said

"Brother, although I don't know your origins, since you have important things to do, just go ahead and do it. My father once said that a man should have ambitions. But brother, don't worry. If you encounter any danger in the future, just come to Luocheng. The gate of Luocheng will always be open to you."

Looking at Luo Hong's resolute eyes, Ming Huaishang was somewhat moved. Although the boy in front of him had a low IQ, his kindness towards others warmed Ming Huaishang's heart. In addition, his talent was not low to begin with, and he would definitely achieve extraordinary things in the future. Perhaps he could really become one of his trump cards in the future.

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The battle in mid-air had already entered a fierce stage. Luo Bingcheng cut off one of Hu Yanbi's arms, but the blood was stopped from flowing out. A stream of golden liquid quickly flowed through the wound, repairing his broken arm. His aura was also not reduced at all. Looking at the light emanating from his body, one could guess that he must have been performing some secret method to repair his body.

At this time, Miao Er also broke through the limit of the magic pole and blocked in front of Hu Yanbi. The tiger's mouth holding the ice sword seemed to be flowing with blood.

Unable to stop Miao'er, Mo Ji returned to Luo Bingcheng's side

"Old man, Miao Er seems to be serious. If I don't use my full strength, I really can't stop him."

Mo Ji waved his hands helplessly. If Luo Bingcheng didn't let him use all his strength, he could still stop Miao'er. But if he really wanted to do it, he might hurt Miao'er, which Luo Bingcheng didn't want to see.

Panting heavily, Ming Luo Bingcheng looked up into the air not far away. His eyes were extremely cold and his breath was extremely chilly.

"Old man, we have touched the threshold of the Crossing Sea Realm. We must not be too worried, otherwise it will hurt our foundation. Why don't we leave this time?"

Mo Ji was already a strong man at the Crossing the Sea Realm. He could tell at a glance why Luo Bingcheng's aura was surging. This was a sign that he was about to break through, and this sign was extremely unstable. If his spiritual power exploded during the battle, he would have to break through on the spot, and he had to choose a quiet place where no one would disturb him. If he was interrupted during the breakthrough, he would regress at best, or even hurt himself and be completely damaged. Therefore, Mo Ji advised him not to do so.

However, Luo Bingcheng's eyes were firm, and he had no intention of retreating. He slowly gathered the water spear in his hand, panted, and threw it out. However, the speed of the water spear was not very fast this time, not as fast as before, but the power was still there. If Hu Yanbi was hit, he would probably be seriously injured again. But at this time, there was a Miao'er in the Crossing the Sea Realm blocking in front of him. He just raised his armrest and stabbed with the ice sword, and easily deflected the water spear. The water spear passed to the side and turned into water drops, falling into the dense forest below, watering the nature.

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