Chapter 3374

Boom!

After being hit by Shen Qiang and directly collapsing the so-called absolutely safe Tian'an border composed of 100 monks, the body of Archangel archdiocese moss bombarded the mountain beside the blazing Angel branch like a shell.

Boom!

Earth quake.

The border of a hundred men's army collapsed, and the turbulent wind was like a huge storm, which not only stunned all the monks on the scene, but also made the gods look pale.

There was no sound.

Whether it's live or in the studio.

There was no voice.

There is no barrage.

All of them were looking at him with pale face. At this time, they stood in the air, without wings or knives, but only Shen Qiang's back in the wind with his skirt and short hair on his forehead.

He's not big enough.

It doesn't even look as strong as some ordinary friars.

But at this time, looking at Shen Qiang's back.

Even the big men in Shenyu subconsciously held their breath, while the ordinary monks even stopped their heart beating.

Everyone.

They just quietly watched the landing from the sky, and then in the vigorous wind circling, calmly walked to the place where the archangel archdiocese finally appeared, the collapsed hillside.

It's not burly. If it's around Qiao Tiangang, it can be called bean sprout's back. At this time, every step makes the heart of all the monks present tighten, even unable to breathe.

There is no real yuan rising from the sky.

There is no majestic atmosphere.

But Shen Qiang at this time brought a strong sense of oppression to all the monks present, making them unable to breathe at all.

Bang!

He pushed away the huge stone that was pressing on him.

Archangel Timothy, struggling to sit up.

Cough!

He coughed up blood.

Not only that, the original dress gorgeous, bearing high above him, not only looks extremely embarrassed, but also some dying.

"Will Shen Qiang kill him?"

God domain big guy's face is more pale, but at this time of their eyes in addition to horror, there is no any war burning.

At the same time, Shen Qiang, who has no expression on his face, comes to the archangel Lord Morse, and looks down at the sad Archangel Lord Morse leaning on the boulder.

Silence.

Including all the monks present and the monks in the studio, no one dared to speak out.

Time seems to solidify at this moment.

Even if it's just a few seconds, it's as if everyone has been through centuries.

"You should stand up."

Shen Qiang's voice is incomparably calm.

But it made all the monks' nerves tense for a moment. They only dared to look at Shen Qiang's back. They didn't even dare to breathe.

It's just a pity.

At this time, the archangel Timothy did his best and just raised a finger.

See this.

All the monks are shocked.

Shen Qiang didn't feel anything at all.

"You should be proud that after coming back from the moon, you are the only one who can make me show my real strength so far."

Shen Qiang said calmly.

Wave your hand.

He raised the archangel Timothy.

Look at his eyes.

Shen Qiang is very calm.

After watching him for two seconds, Shen Qiang calmly picked up his arm and punched him in the chest.

"You cut my arm and I used you as my chest sword. I punched you and you punched me, so I announced that we were tied."

This made all the friars' hearts beat violently.

At the same time.

Looking at Archangel Timothy's grateful eyes.

Shen Qiang is unusually calm.

"It's your honor, and I hope you learn to respect it. Goodbye, timos." "

after that, Shen Qiang let go.

The archangel archdiocese, who had lost all his support, fell on his back with a thump.

Looking down into his eyes.

Shen Qiang picks his eyebrows.

"If there's another time, I'll blow you to death."

Having said that, Shen Qiang, who turned around calmly, turned around and left quietly, not caring about timos behind him, and not caring about the monks rushing to cure the archangel timos.

"Master!"

With a beautiful face and a tall figure, Qingxuan, who has occupied the resurrection of the goddess of war, passes over the windbreaker.

Shen Qiang, who drapes his windbreaker on his body at will, has no interest in staying.

Just go out quietly.

"Master."

The charming night cloud also followed.In the eyes of all the monks present at this time, Shen Qiang was calm and terrible.

"Master."

The legendary friar, the wolf of the ice field, with his big hair on his back, leaned over.

"Master."

Milo valgaro, the first American warrior, followed.

"Master."

Strength is not lost to the sea emperor Poseidon's water element class, with a calm look behind Shen Qiang.

"Master."

The most powerful assassin of the protoss, the Elven king, follows.

"Master."

Qiao Tiangang, like a muscle monster, keeps up with Geng Jingyi, the great demon from the Sutra Pavilion.

"Master."

Dozens of American friars and dozens of Hesheng and big demons followed last.

Shen Qiang, with a calm look, just walked calmly surrounded by them.

But at this time, not only the friars of the hundred bound troops of the Blazing Angels, but also the hundreds of Blazing Angels gathered in the branch of the Blazing Angels were pale and did not dare to move.

Compared to them.

Even more shocking is the number of nearly ten thousand monks.

They come from all over the world.

Among them, there are not only many mediocre practitioners, but also many top leaders, but now it's not just them.

Three presidents of the divine realm.

Tianzhao, the highest god in the world of tolerance, and Poseidon, another big man in the realm of God, all looked at Shen Qiang calmly passing by.

Kyle's eyes are complicated.

President Jamal rubbed his face with both hands.

Good luck Anna's grandfather, is gently hammering his own mouth with his fist, his eyes are very dignified.

The sea emperor Poseidon, who mixed in the crowd, looked at him nervously. He obviously found him, but Shen Qiang, who chose to leave quietly, was biting the dead skin on his lower lip with his teeth.

The two sea monsters beside him were pale and did not dare to lift their heads.

In the corner, beside the old man, the young man with a huge sword box on his back, his eyes were excited and his hands clenched.

But even so.

Around the branch of Blazing Angels, whose number is more than ten thousand, no one dares to make any sound at this time.

Wind, grass, Shen Qiang's footsteps.

A look of awe.

Apart from that, there was nothing in the whole scene.

There was no comment.

There is no doubt.

All the friars dare not even gasp. They just quietly watch Shen Qiang take his own people and leave.

Until Shen Qiang's motorcade, calmly driving away, completely out of sight.

Many monks on the scene tensed their bodies and relaxed.

But strangely, the scene was still silent.

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