He Has a Dragon

Amidst the overwhelming cheers in the formation, Wang Le, who was transformed into a purple-gold gleaming light, recovered his body while catching the cold water from high altitude.

Almost at the same time, the calmest and wisest Ji Yinzi rushed out of the mountain guarding formation at the fastest speed.

At this time, Han Ruoshui, who was severely injured and was caught by Wang Le, looked weak, but firmly demanded: "Leave me alone. If the artifact butterfly falls into the wrong hands, I will not rest in peace! Go and get it back!"

As a junior, Wang Le could only nod in agreement. In addition, Ji Yinzi had already flown out of the mountain-protecting formation to respond, so Wang Le's hand that caught Han Ruoshui loosened and he rushed towards the man who had grabbed the artifact butterfly. A strong person in the middle stage of heaven level.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Le arrived in front of this mid-level Heaven-level expert with an ecstatic look on his face.

When the mid-level Heaven-level expert saw Wang Le appearing in front of him, his face full of ecstasy suddenly froze, and the pupils of his tightened eyes were filled with fear.

At the same time, the other three mid-level heaven-level experts who were flying nearby and trying to seize the artifact butterfly saw the coming person. They were so frightened that they stopped immediately and did not dare to come any closer. Without exception, their faces were filled with tears. Revealing deep fear and fear!

For these four mid-level heavenly warriors who had escaped from the tiger's mouth, Wang Le was their nightmare.

The experience in the Shiwan Mountains in the southwest of the secular world was simply unbearable. It was so terrifying that every time I dreamed about it at midnight, I would wake up with a fright.

I never thought that after more than half a year, I would meet the evil star Wang Le again!

At this moment, Wang Le, who looked expressionless, glanced at the four mid-level Heaven-level powerhouses. His black and white eyes couldn't help but reveal a fierce light. He then licked his dry lips and said lightly: "Back then, young master I was unable to do anything, but you managed to escape. I thought we would never see each other again, but I didn’t expect that we would meet so soon. It’s really fate.”

After a pause, a smile appeared on Wang Le's face, and he said happily: "God has treated me well, Wang Le, for allowing me to make up for my mistakes from last time so quickly."

At this point, Wang Le's face suddenly darkened, he looked at the middle-level Heavenly Ranker across from him, and said coldly: "You alone dare to steal my Nanhua Temple Artifact Butterfly. You are really doing your own thing!"

The moment he finished speaking, before the frightened mid-level Heaven-level expert could react, Wang Le had already disappeared from where he was, and then passed through the void between the two of them at a suffocating speed and appeared. in front of the other person.

Then Wang Le used his innate power to strike at the mid-level Heaven-level expert who had snatched away the artifact butterfly.

In the midst of lightning and flint, the right arm of this mid-level Heaven-level powerhouse was broken, and the remaining left hand was holding the artifact butterfly tightly, so he could only control the flying sword, his natal magic weapon, and quickly stabbed Wang Le's palm.

At this moment, Wang Le changed his palms into claws without changing his speed, and directly grabbed the flying sword that was thrust towards him without any evasion.

"clang!"

Wang Le's claws were like metal and jade. The moment they grasped the body of the flying sword, a magic weapon, they collided with each other and made a sharp and harsh sound.

The moment Wang Le grabbed the sword, he squeezed it hard, and the sword made a "clicking" sound.

In the blink of an eye, the sword body of this natal magic weapon flying sword was covered with cracks. When Wang Le flicked the sword body with a finger that seemed light but heavy, it immediately turned into metal fragments and scattered in all directions.

The magic weapon of his life was destroyed, and the mid-level Heaven-level powerhouse who was connected with his mind was already injured.

Now that he was seriously injured again, his whole body suddenly became worse, his face became extremely pale, and his whole aura instantly became sluggish.

Then he saw that Wang Le had no intention of giving up. He picked up a relatively long sword fragment, and then flicked it hard. The sword fragment turned into a golden light and shot towards the mid-level Heavenly Rank expert.

The opponent was severely injured and had no way to dodge, and was directly pierced through the throat by the golden flying sword fragments.

When the fragments of the flying sword flew out with blood, Wang Le came with another palm one after another, and quickly slapped the forehead of this mid-level strongman.

At the same time, Wang Le easily snatched the artifact butterfly from the opponent's hand and quickly put it into the Dharma Eye Space.

Because for Wang Le today, dealing with these heaven-level old monsters in front of him is completely easy, and there is no need to use the sacred weapon Butterfly.

From the moment Wang Le took action until he successfully regained the artifact Butterfly, the whole process took just one breath.

But this mid-level Heaven-level expert who briefly possessed the artifact Butterfly had no resistance at all. He was directly suppressed by Wang Le and fell to the sky above Nanhua Temple, and then fell to the ground at the foot of the mountain.

At this time, the other three mid-level heaven-level experts not far away, as well as the early-level heaven-level expert who had withdrawn from the battle group early, saw Wang Le being so ferocious, and all of them were completely frightened and turned pale.

"This child's cultivation strength is even stronger than when I first saw him in Shiwan Mountain in the southwest of the secular world!" One of the middle-level Heavenly Rank masters said in a solemn voice.

Back then, Wang Le was no longer a match for Wang Le in Shiwan Mountain in the southwest of the secular world. Now, it seemed that there was no suspense about victory or defeat.

At this moment, everyone in the Nanhua Temple saw that Wang Le had taken back the artifact Butterfly with just a raise of his hand, and also neatly killed a mid-level Heavenly Rank expert. The morale of the whole group was instantly raised to the extreme.

"We haven't seen each other for half a year, and Junior Nephew Wang seems to have become even more powerful. He was a mid-level Heaven-level expert, and he was killed so easily." Elder Jilie said with excitement and shock on his face.

Ji Yuan on the side rolled his eyes and replied: "It's not like it seems, but it's definitely!"

After a pause, Jiyuan couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "What a monster!"

At this time, Ji Yinzi, who had just brought Han Ruoshui back, looked at the two of them and ordered: "You guys watch here, I will send senior brother back for treatment."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Lie was shocked and said: "If they attack the mountain guarding formation again, you can't do it without the leader, senior brother, you can't do it!"

Ji Yinzi didn't even look at Ji Lie. He floated away with Han Ruoshui, who was seriously injured and unconscious, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At this time, Ji Yuan looked at Ji Lie with a speechless expression, and then asked: "Now that Wang's nephew is here, do you think those people outside still dare to attack our mountain protection formation in Nanhua Temple?"

Without waiting for Ji's fierce response, Jiyuan answered his own question again and said with a smile: "Don't talk about attacking our mountain-protecting formation. I think it will be difficult for them to evacuate safely by then!"

Jilie was startled at first, and then he couldn't help but think of the last time, the heaven-level nuns from Cihang Jingzhai, the hidden Taoist order, brought many people to attack. As a result, they were killed by Master Nephew Wang, and the nuns from Cihang Jingzhai were killed. The warriors built a temple with a human head.

Jilie saw this human-headed temple with his own eyes when he led his disciples to clean up the bodies of the warriors afterwards.

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