Chapter 235: Strong defeat

"Everyone, all hand over the storage bag!"
The sound of Sumo’s indifference sounded through the audience, and there was no rejection in the tone.
As soon as this statement was made, it was as if a thunder bomb was cast on the calm water surface, and everyone in the shock was awakened. Immediately, the entire square suddenly became awkward!
"The trough! I didn't get it wrong! What did he say? He asked us all to hand over the storage bag?"
"Nima, he wants to rob us all!"
"Too mad! Too arrogant! Too arrogant!"
"There is arrogance there, it is clear that I want money to be crazy!"
"..."
The whole square was very noisy, and it was because of Sumo’s words that the pot was completely blasted.
Many people are even dull, and Sumo’s words are so shocked that even the chin will fall to the ground!
Even the powerful and powerful, the true spirit of the powerful Tang Quan, are staying in the same place.
Even if he is a true spiritual person, even if he believes that he has invincible strength here, he has never had such crazy ideas.
He also just wants to kill some Fenglingdao disciples, and then grab some wealth, never thought of robbing everyone.
Because this kind of thinking is simply not practical!
If it is a public anger, thousands of masters join hands to kill, even if he is, only the Cangjie escape, if you do not escape, will be smashed into in an instant.
"I don't know how to live!"
After a short while, Tang Quan smiled and sneered.
Sumo quietly looked at the boiling crowd, seeing that no one had to hand over the storage bag, and once again said: "I hope you have self-knowledge, don't force me to shoot!"
When I heard the words of Sumo, many people were angry. In the face of the infinite Wumo, they could not do it without anger.
"Just alone, you want to rob us all, are you tired of living?"
A young man from Lieyangzong yelled.
This person is not afraid of Sumo, after all, they are the strong spiritual people who sit here.
Hey!
The voice of the youth fell, and a fierce sword was instantly smashed, and it flashed through him.
Oh la la!
The water-like blood sprayed and fell on the white jade square. There was still a rain, and the sound of the screams was endless.
The young man of Lieyangzong was divided into two sections by a sword, and his body fell into a pool of blood.
Sumo Baojian returned to the sheath, scanning a circle of people, cold and cold: "Do not surrender the storage bag, he is the end!"
Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect Sumo to be so embarrassed.
This Liyang sect is also unlucky, the first to jump out, Sumo had to take him as the object of Liwei.
"There is no reason for this! Is it true that I am not a strong man?"
Tang Quan spoke up and walked slowly toward Sumo.
Sumo turned to look at Tang Quan, faintly said: "You also have to hand over the storage bag!"
The people were shocked again, and Sumo actually let Tang Quan also hand over the storage bag, as if he did not care that the other party was a true spiritual person!
"Do you still want a storage bag?"
Tang Quan snorted and said coldly: "You killed my martial arts disciple, there is no chance of living! Your life, I want it!"
In other words, Tang Quan’s body is surging, and the momentum of the real spirits is completely erupted, stirring the surrounding airflow and rushing, and the high blank clouds are broken.
"Tang brother, kill him!"
"Kill Sumo!"
A large number of Liyang sects have shouted and urged Tang Quan to kill Sumo.
In the eyes of everyone, Sumo’s strength is super strong, and even Yin’s songs are killed. Among all the people present, only Tang Quan has the strength to kill Sumo.
"Kill Sumo!"
"Kill Sumo!"
"..."
Many people have joined the shouting team, many of whom are awesome.
These people are members of the Tianmeng League. Yin Lige is dead. They can only hope for Tang Quan. They hope to use the hands of Tang Quan to kill Su Mo and complete the task of the division’s brother.
In the field, Tang Quan heard the shouts of a number of disciples from Fengling Island, and a smile appeared on his lips. He said: "Sumo, even you are the same door, I hope you die, it seems that you are not dead today!"
Sumo heard the words, shook his head, and said faintly: "I will not die. On the contrary, all those who wish me to die today will die, including you!"
Su Mo's indifferent gesture and confident words made Tang Quan angry.
"I have seen more people who are arrogant, but they are too modest compared to you!"
Tang Quan sighed coldly, and the real gas in the palm of his hand converge quickly. The loud voice: "Today, I have to see how strong your strength is!"
In a word, Tang Quan suddenly took a shot, a huge real yuan giant palm, blowing up the boundless wind, hit Sumo.
"Sorry, you are not qualified to see my strongest strength!"
Sumoo sighed and shot almost at the same time. The sword was instantly unsheathed, and a sharp sword was like a silver thread flashing in the void.
Hey!
There is nothing in the sword, and the sword is over. The giant palm of the Qingyuan is directly divided into two and flows to both sides.
Hey!
Tang Quan hit a slam, and his figure flew from the sky, and instantly flew over a hundred meters above Sumo, and a palm slammed down.
"King Kong Lieyang palm!"
Suddenly, a more huge real yuan palm print, whistling down, this palm print is very solid, even the lines on it are clearly visible, just like the real palm.
The strength of this palm is overwhelming, carrying the hot high temperature, such as the smashing of the earth, the same palm, but the power is even stronger than the previous one.
The palm print has not yet fallen, and the ground beneath Sumo’s feet has begun to crack, showing the strength of this palm.
"broken!"
Su Mo lightly sighed, and the sword of the sword was soaring, such as a giant sword, a sword smashed to the real yuan.
boom!
A loud explosion, Jianguang collapsed, the real Yuan giant palm also collapsed.

Is it so strong?

Tang Quan's brow is slightly wrinkled, and Sumo's strength is even stronger than he expected!
"Three-level weapons!"
Tang Quan also noticed that the sword in the hands of Sumo was actually a three-level weapon.
"Go down!"
A sword annihilates the opponent's attack, and Sumo's figure is like a sharp arrow that shoots into the air.
"Wind and clouds!"
The wind whistling, Sumo accompanied the endless wind, a sword hit Tangquan.
The spirit sword is dazzling and dazzling, and the instinct of the nine spirits has turned the sword into a giant sword dozens of meters long.
"King Kong Flames!"
Tang Quan raised his hand and greeted him. The huge real yuan palms and flames were raging.
boom!
The sword palms hit each other again, the horrible explosions were deafening, and the devastating turmoil rushed around. The shape of Sumo and Tang Quan was instantly covered up, so that everyone could not see the situation of the two.
The next moment, everyone saw only a group of people screaming/shooting out, flying a full distance of a thousand meters, and then crashed into the ground, pulling out a huge deep pit.
Everyone looked at the weather and looked at it. At first glance, he was shocked.
"It’s soup spring!"
"Scorpio! Tang Quan is defeated! Not Sumo's opponent!"
"How is this possible? Sumoring will be able to defeat the real spirits!"