"Are you Wang Tiangu?" Shen Lang's face was gloomy and clear, as if this person was being controlled.

"Mr. Chen, you can think so." said the bald Wu Xiu.

"Where is the person I want?" Shen Lang said with a gloomy face.

The bald martial artist said stiffly, "It depends on whether you have the ability, Mr. Chen!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ten martial artists around him set up swords or put out their palms, and attacked Shen Lang without saying a word.

Shen Lang felt a stern, there were too many people, nine early stages of the questioning realm, one midst stage, and the bald head in front of him was still in the late stage of the questioning realm.

In desperation, Shen Lang did not follow the routine to play cards, and took out the rocket launcher from the storage ring, jumped, and fired a shot in the air at the group of martial artists in the Assistance Realm below.

"boom!"

Fire was shining with a loud bang.

The martial arts cultivators dodged one after another, and two people were injured by the aftermath of artillery and spit out blood.

Since Qingfeng Mountain returned, Shen Lang has collected some hot weapons in the storage bag, and now it has finally come in handy.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the bald martial artist picked up a palm and slapped Shen Lang in the air hard.

Shen Lang put away the rocket launcher and shot out a snowflake palm with all his strength.

The two palms collided, and Shen Lang flew out.

With a "clang", my body slammed into a van behind.

Shen Lang immediately got up, his face a little ugly.

He barely defended himself with one palm. Although he was not injured, after facing the bald man, Shen Lang roughly understood the other party's strength level.

This man is stronger than Zhao Jianfei, but slightly weaker than Ximen Qing.

Shen Lang can barely win one-on-one. But now there are many martial artists besieging him, and Shen Lang is not sure, so he can only fight!

The bald martial artist rushed towards Shen Lang, and was in a fierce momentum.

Shen Lang immediately took out the Star Falcon Knife from the storage bag and slashed it with one knife.

The two quickly fought together, and the other groups of martial arts cultivators also attacked Shen Lang.

In just over a dozen seconds, Shen Lang felt sweaty on his forehead and couldn't hold on.

He is not Yang Wei, and it is difficult to resist the siege of so many people.

"drink!"

The bald martial artist shouted softly, his arms veins swelled up, and his palms pushed forward, and a thick palm wind swept towards Shen Lang.

This is the unique skill of the Iron Palm Gang, one of the eight major sects in the Kunlun Mountain barrier, the Black Evil Palm.

Shen Lang set up the Star Falcon Knife and slashed Huashan with all his strength.

A "boom" sounded, and a storm broke out around, and dust rose everywhere.

Shen Lang had just used a high-intensity move, and a group of people attacked him again.

With a "sniff", a martial artist stabbed Shen Lang's waist and abdomen with a long sword in his hand, leaving a blood mark.

Fortunately, Shen Lang dodged in time, otherwise he would have almost pierced a blood hole.

Shen Lang was shocked and sweated coldly, so he couldn't delay it anymore!

The longer you drag, the more miserable you will be.

Shen Lang was just in the mid-stage of the Ask Realm, and he could not withstand the consumption of such a rotating battle.

The only chance now is to burst out all his most powerful killer moves in one breath, and then swallow the Qi-replenishing Pill, which will give you some hope of victory.

After calming down, Shen Lang used his magic light steps and jumped into the air.

The bald martial artist rushed up from below.

"Snow and snow all over the sky!"

Shen Lang held the Star Fallen Knife with both hands and rotated rapidly in the air. Countless sword auras fell down like meteors.
Chapter completed!