Among these dozen predators, the leader of the shirtless man is about the strength of the first level of Shen Yuan. The rest are all at the level of Wu Sheng Yuan Wu. They are not weak in strength. If Feng Quidi was not injured, he would have to deal with these dozen people in his prime.
It's not a difficult task, but firstly, he was injured, and secondly, running all the way to meet Xi Feixuan, he didn't have time to heal his injuries. Facing more than a dozen Martial Saint Yuanwu level predators, he had enough to bear.
And although these people are not very strong, their strength is balanced, especially because of long-term cooperation. They cooperate with each other very well, and they deliberately want to trap him. He attacked several times, but he couldn't get out, and they fought for half a time.
When he was young, he only slightly injured three of the opponents, but his fighting power was still there.
At this time, the shirtless man entered the battle, and a dozen people cleverly formed a circle to prevent him from escaping. He had no choice but to brace himself and fight with the shirtless man.
Although the martial arts cultivation of this shirtless man is only that of the first level of Shenyuan, he is physically strong and powerful. The dark mace in his hand weighs fifty or sixty kilograms, and when he swings it down wildly, it has a force of no less than several thousand kilograms.
A huge boulder weighing more than 1,000 kilograms would smash him into pieces. He didn't want to have a head-on collision.
"You coward, you have the guts to take my blow and hide here and there, what a bully!" The shirtless man shouted and swept the blow, but Feng Laidi dodged it again. He was already out of breath. In terms of strength, he and Feng Laidi
There was still some gap, and he was slower than him, so he adopted close-quarter tactics, but Feng Quedi always refused to confront him head-on, making him scream in anger.
"When uncles fight with bears, they always fight like this." Feng Quedi said with a smile.
"die--"
The shirtless man was not a tall and thick man. While Feng Quedi was talking, he glanced at him. The predators from three directions behind Feng Quedi rushed up with a roar, blocking his retreat in all three directions.
, the shirtless man stamped his feet hard, his muscles all over his body tightened, exposing muscles like earthworms. When his feet left the ground, his strong body rushed over like a cannonball, and the mace made a terrifying sonic boom.
, struck with a bang, and wherever the rod passed, the space vibrated slightly.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
Feng Quedi also admired their tacit cooperation. Knowing that he could not retreat, he quickly reached out with his left hand to grab the smashed mace, and with his right hand, he slapped the shirtless man on the chest and shoulders.
"Hmph!" The majestic force came from the mace, causing both of his feet to sink completely into the ground, and his insides were shaken violently.
The strong body of the shirtless man staggered back five to six meters, roared angrily, and rushed forward again with a swing of his stick.
Feng Quedi's left hand hidden behind his back was also trembling slightly. He gasped in his heart and said: "This rude man has so much strength." The real energy flowed into the palm of his hand and he twisted it a few times. His hand was sore and numb.
Only then did the feeling disappear.
With the cooperation of more than a dozen people from the outside, Feng Quedi had no choice but to brace himself for a head-on fight with the shirtless man. Although he gained the upper hand with his strong energy, this shirtless man had long physical strength, as strong as an ox, and even more explosive power.
Surprisingly, after several consecutive hard encounters with him, both of Feng Laidi's arms were numb with pain, but the shirtless man became more and more courageous as he fought. His eyes were wide open and his face was swollen and red, like a ferocious beast.
generally.
"boom!"
The shirtless man swept the mace and hit Feng Quedi's arm hard. Although Feng Quedi's hand bones were not broken, the strong force caused him to rub the ground and slide more than ten meters away.
Just now I stood firm.
"What kind of bear is this when the more bullies the less?"
The shirtless man swung his mace and was about to pounce, when a voice came from behind.
Everyone followed the sound and saw a man and a woman striding towards them. The man was a slightly dark-skinned young man, and the woman was a charming and peerless woman.
Qin Xiang smiled and said: "This brother is our friend. He was separated from us after encountering a strong enemy half a day ago. I don't know where I offended you?"
"Xiaopu, Anzhai, go up and stop them. No mercy, kill--"
The shirtless man's face turned cold and he didn't answer Qin Xiang's words, pretending he was giving an order.
Qin Xiang's strength has just been promoted to the Divine Origin Realm, but this shirtless man can't see through Qin Xiang, even Xi Feixuan next to him, he can't see through, but when he saw the two of them, he thought
Said: "We have six innate intermediate and seven innate junior masters here, and the strongest one should be the one in front of me. The three of them don't look like ordinary people. They must have a lot of treasures. Since they already have
If you’re offended, you might as well just stop doing it…”
Against the injured Feng Quedi, he still had a trump card to show, and he believed that he would be able to win this battle in the end.
As soon as the shirtless man finished speaking, eight people rushed towards Qin Xiang and Xi Feixuan.
Just as Xi Feixuan was about to meet her, Qin Xiang said with a smile: "Sister Xuan, my hands are itchy, please give me some practice." After saying that, he took a big step forward and stopped in front of Xi Feixuan.
He had just entered the Divine Yuan Realm, and although he had not yet become familiar with it, he felt that he had a huge power that he could not use up. He just wanted to vent it violently, and his hands were itchy, which was not a joke.
"Okay, be careful. The weakest among these people is also the strength of the Martial Saint." Xi Feixuan's eyes were vicious, and she could tell the strength of these dozen people at a glance. Seeing that Qin Xiang was about to take action, she said without trying to dissuade him.
"Click click click"
Qin Xiang tightened his hands, and the bones in his body crackled, "Come on!" With a low roar, Qin Xiang rushed forward, an afterimage flashed past, and a fist suddenly hit the person who was rushing forward.
On the chest of the person in front.
"boom!"
A low sound came, and the man rushed away quickly. There was a sound of broken bones, and the man fell on his back, and with a pop, the sky was stained red with blood.
Qin Xiang punched out and felt unprecedented freedom. As soon as his fist came out, the milky-white energy crystals in his Dantian began to spin, and the majestic infuriating energy surged like wild waves.
As soon as he came out, every inch of his muscles, bones, muscles, and bones was filled up.
"Hey--"
Qin Xiang punched out with his first punch, and his second punch was like moving clouds and flowing water. He spun around and struck out with a bang. The man on the right was holding a thick-backed sword in his hand. He was shocked to see the area around Qin Xiang's punch.
, there were bursts of distortion in the space, and it was cut with a knife.
"Boom!"
Qin Xiang's fist drew a wonderful trajectory, avoiding the blade and hitting the blade. A wisp of white light appeared above the fist, and the thick-backed knife made of fine steel actually appeared.
Tiny cracks and strong punches immediately caused the man's sword to fly away.
"boom!"
Qin Xiang's fist shot out diagonally, hitting the man's face and neck, sending him flying away.
"Cool--"
The feeling that Qin Xiang felt after these two punches was just one word: Refreshing! The strong feeling of controlling the power by oneself has not been felt for a long, long time, especially the aggrieved feeling after being in front of a master like Elder Shi before, and now
He felt even more contented.
After knocking the second person away, Qin Xiang didn't feel any stagnation. His figure slid out mysteriously, and his fist landed in front of the third person.
"drink--"
The third person was well prepared, and he also charged forward and punched out at the same time.
"boom!"
The two fists collided in the air, and the powerful force of the fists burst out, forming a powerful wind on the ground that spread out. There was a click, and the third person's fist was shattered. This person
With a scream, his body flew away like a defeated enemy.
"Roar!"
Qin Xiang roared cheerfully and rushed towards the remaining five people.
In just one or two breaths, three people were killed in succession. Those five people also knew how powerful Qin Xiang was, so they abandoned Xi Feixuan and rushed forward, forming a circle and surrounding Qin Xiang.
"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang"
Qin Xiang didn't use his eyes to see at all, but relied on that mysterious feeling to move quickly, and punched out his fists like lightning, four times in a row, either hitting the opponent's body, colliding with the opponent's fists, or
He smashed the opponent's weapons and punched them one by one. In just two breaths when he rushed into the circle of five people, four of them flew out.
With one punch, all weapons and bones were shattered. These Martial Saint-level Yuanwu-level masters were vulnerable to his fists!
At this time, not only the eighth predator who had retreated so quickly that he could not catch Qin Xiang's fist was stunned, but even Xi Feixuan, who was watching the battle from behind, was also stunned.
What kind of fist is this? Even a strong man at the fifth or sixth level of Shen Yuan cannot win so easily against a group of such strong men. One punch at a time. Could it be that this guy is a high-level master of Shen Yuan, at level seven of Shen Yuan?
The eighth level of Shen Yuan, the ninth level of Shen Yuan, or even the peak of Shen Yuan?
The hunter who fled far away stared at Qin Xiang with wide eyes and a look of horror on his face. You could see that his hands and feet were trembling slightly. This young man's fists were really powerful!
"Haha, it feels so comfortable to fight!" Qin Xiang looked at his fists and laughed loudly.
In fact, he was also full of horror. He knew his own strength very well. Less than an hour after entering the Shenyuan realm, these eight people happened to be four Yuanwu levels and four Martial Saints. Under normal circumstances, one Shen Yuan junior level
Even if they are strong, it is very difficult to defeat them. It is simply impossible to punch them one by one like this.
"Why did my fist become so powerful?" Qin Xiang was puzzled. He could clearly feel that the infuriating energy coming from the milky white infuriating crystals in his dantian seemed to have the power of destruction.
On top of the hard weapons, ordinary steel weapons actually shattered into pieces.
"Could it be related to the mutated Qi in my Dantian?" Qin Xiang's face became a little weird.
When the four energies were fused before, although he was in the midst of mysterious cultivation, the whole process was not like before. This time he could clearly feel that the inner vision of the Martial Saint realm allowed him to understand this mutant fusion.