As if knowing that Jiang Chen would not let him go, Qin Lang simply stopped running away, but suddenly turned around and looked at Jiang Chen with a sinister expression.
He held the flagpole with both hands, and the true energy in his body was desperately absorbed into it, making the lines on the flag become brighter and brighter, and an extremely ferocious face appeared on it.
This face looks somewhat similar to Qin Lang, but it is much more ferocious.
The cold breath spreads in the void, and the chilling air spreads out like the autumn wind, making the world dry and silent.
Jiang Chen held the sword in one hand, his face a little solemn, and the skills in his body were already operating to the extreme.
He knew that the opponent would definitely unleash a thunderous strike next.
Under this blow, either you will die or I will die.
"Fellow Taoist, do you really want to kill them all?" Qin Lang spoke again.
He didn't want to fight Jiang Chen unless he had to.
After all, he finally arrived at the ancestral star and had the opportunity to reach a higher level. How could he risk his life against others?
In his opinion, risking your life is a very uneconomical thing.
But now, it seems that he has no choice but to risk his life.
If he doesn't kill the other party, the other party will kill him. He has no choice.
Jiang Chen answered the other party's words with practical actions.
The long sword was raised, and then it slashed forward.
The astonishing murderous intent burst out, pouring out like a torrent from a burst dam, with a determination that Loulan would never return until it was broken, it just struck out.
The sword light bloomed, as brilliant as fireworks blooming under the night sky.
The moment Jiang Chen took action, Qin Lang also took action.
When he opened his mouth and spat out, a large mouthful of blood spurted out.
Blood fell on the flag, making the face on the flag suddenly become more ferocious. Then, billowing black smoke erupted from the flag, directly forming a huge face, facing Jiang Chen's knife
The light swallowed it up.
At the same time, Qin Lang's face became a little pale, and his breath became a little sluggish.
Obviously, this is a forbidden technique and will cause some damage to him.
The next second, the face had swallowed up the sword light.
But before Qin Lang could get happy, a golden thread suddenly appeared on his face.
As soon as this golden thread appeared, Qin Lang's expression changed drastically.
Then, the golden threads seemed to have started a chain reaction, constantly appearing on the face. In the blink of an eye, they had covered the entire huge face. Then, the billowing sword intent exploded, directly tearing the face apart.
Come, turn into countless light spots, flying all over the sky.
Seeing this scene, Qin Lang was stunned and looked in Jiang Chen's direction with some disbelief.
"You, why is your sword so powerful?" Qin Lang asked in shock.
He has fought against only one or two pill-forming monks, but he has never encountered an early-stage pill-forming monk as powerful as Jiang Chen.
Especially the opponent's Qi gives him a very strong feeling, and it also has various attributes.
It has the sharp edge of metal system.
The rage of fire.
The destruction of the thunder system.
The softness of the water system.
The vitality of the wood system.
The thickness of the soil element.
The lightness of wind.
The coldness of the ice system.
This feeling is too weird.
It was as if the other party was a fellow cultivator from the eighth lineage.
However, if the other party is a fellow cultivator from the Eight Elements, there is no reason to enter the elixir formation stage, or even enter the cultivation path.
Jiang Chen didn't answer at all, the long sword in his hand turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Qin Lang.
The aura of death was crushing towards him, causing a look of despair to appear in Qin Lang's eyes.
He knew that he could not block the opponent's attack.
If he had known that killing a few ordinary people would offend Jiang Chen, he would never have done it. After all, killing those people did not increase his cultivation much, but instead cost him his life.
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Qin Lang did not choose to escape or defend, but slowly closed his eyes and said at the same time: "Someone will avenge me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the flying sword had already passed through his eyebrows, bringing up a pool of blood.
The vitality in his body quickly disappeared, and his body fell downwards.
Before the opponent could land, Jiang Chen had already fired a fireball, hitting the opponent's body.
The raging flames burned and began to burn the opponent's body.
What shocked Jiang Chen was that his fireball failed to directly turn the opponent into flying ash. The flames were still burning until the opponent landed.
Seeing this, Jiang Chen couldn't help but frown.
It seems that the physical body of the elixir-forming monk's resistance to flames is simply not comparable to that of ordinary warriors.
In order to speed up, Jiang Chen had no choice but to shoot another fireball.
After several consecutive fireballs were thrown down, the opponent's body was burned to ashes.
Then Jiang Chen raised his hand to take a photo, and grabbed the flag and a storage ring in his hand.
This flag is obviously a magic weapon, but unfortunately it's too sinister and Jiang Chen doesn't like it.
If his fireballs hadn't been able to burn the flag directly, he would have burned it to ashes.
As for the storage ring...
The other party comes from outside the territory, and Jiang Chen doesn't quite believe that there are no good things in this storage ring.
However, he also knew that now was not the time to refine the storage ring. After directly throwing the storage ring and the flag into his own storage ring, Jiang Chen looked around.
This is obviously a small town.
However, the town at this time seemed extremely eerie.
Many houses collapsed, and there were many corpses and blood stains on the ground.
This made Jiang Chen realize that this town was probably attacked by some mutated creatures and became what it is now.
Jiang Chen's consciousness swept out, trying to find some clues.
What he didn't expect was that there were actually living people in this small town.
And there's more than one person.
At this time, this group of people were hiding in a basement, and one of them was still observing outside from a hole.
These people all looked a little embarrassed, and many of them had tears stains on their faces.
"It seems like they should be the survivors of this town!" Jiang Chen sighed, and then walked straight towards the basement.
On the street, some vehicles were still burning, emitting a thick burning smell. Not far away, explosions were heard from time to time, making Jiang Chen's heart feel heavier.
How many people will lose their lives due to this great change in the world?
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There were more than thirty people gathered in a dark basement.
Among these thirty people, no one is over fifty years old, almost all of them are young people.
The girls, who were crying so hard, hugged each other and huddled in the corner.
The other men glanced nervously at the man who had turned around.
The man's name is Yang Gang and he is the owner of this house.
His parents, wife and children have all died in this disaster.