Chapter: 1897

Seeing this, the nearby monks fled in all directions, looking at Tuoba Yitian and Ning Qi with horror in their eyes.

"Then, is that Dou Sheng?"

There is a Dou Zun level existence, said in horror.

"It is indeed Dou Sheng, only Dou Sheng has such overwhelming strength!"

Another Dou Zun nodded.

"For how many years, I haven't seen Dou Sheng make a move with my own eyes. The aura of the guy in front is not obvious, but the giant beside him gives me an extremely depressed feeling?"

Someone frowned.

"That statue is not a giant. Didn't you realize that his appearance is exactly the same as that kid?"

"What? You mean..."

"Soul!"

"Impossible! How can there be such a powerful soul?"

A look of disbelief appeared on the faces of all the Dou Zun.

"Maybe it's a vision of the exercise."

Humane.

This explanation is acceptable to most Dou Zun.

"Innocent people have suffered in my closed-door retreat. It's really a bad time."

One person looked at the pile of gravel in front of him, wanting to cry, but it was originally a mountain peak, and his cave was in the middle of the mountain peak, but now it was in ruins.

"The Battle of Saints, we are watching from the sidelines, maybe it will be of great help to break through the bottleneck!"

A Dou Zun said excitedly.

This place was originally a square city where hundreds of Dou Zun lived together. When everyone practiced on weekdays, they discussed with each other, but at this moment the square city has been blown to the ground by Tuoba Yitian, and they are gone Thoughts of staying, however, some people thought this was an opportunity, and the suggestion was approved by most Dou Zun, and they all chased after Tuoba Yitian and Ning Qi in the direction where they left.

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"Hahaha! Tuoba Yitian! More and more people are coming to watch the battle, why don't you stop here? Do you want everyone in the world to know that your Tuoba family can't afford to lose? Come out and clean up the mess?"

Seeing that there were more and more monks nearby, Ning Qi shouted deliberately.

His voice, under the agitation of fighting spirit, could be heard dozens of miles away, and almost everyone could hear it.

"Tuoba Yitian?"

"It turned out to be the fighting saint of the Tuoba family!"

"I heard what the guy in front said meant that during the competition of the younger generation of the Tuoba family, he died in his hands. As a result, he provoked the ancestor of the younger generation, that is, this person, Tuoba Yitian?"

"should be!"

After everyone heard Ning Qi's words, they immediately discussed in a low voice, and the eyes they looked at Tuoba Yitian became extremely strange.

Tuoba Yitian's face was full of anger and death. He glanced at the nearby onlookers, intending to kill him directly, but he was afraid of bringing great worries. After all, the Tuoba family is only one of the nine major families, and it cannot be ignored. If among the heroes of the world, the children of the nine major families were killed by him by mistake, the Tuoba family would not be able to explain it.