The head of the Xuantian Sect did not enter the realm of martial arts until he was nearly thirty years old. Even so, he was hailed as a genius that is rare in a century. But the immature boy in front of him has such a level of cultivation at such an age.
What an incredible existence.
"If you don't want to die, get out of here." Qin Tian met the frightened eyes with angry eyes and shouted in a low voice.
I'm afraid any fool understands what a strong martial artist represents. In Guangming City, a third-level martial arts practitioner can form a force to dominate.
It can be said that the appearance of a strong martial artist is enough to bring despair to all the gangs in Guangming City. Moreover, none of the gangs in Guangming City have yet had a strong martial artist.
Qin Tian's sudden arrival undoubtedly poured a bucket of water on their bonfire, and all their greed and desires were extinguished at this moment.
After being surprised, the two brothers, the leaders of the Raikage Gang, didn't care about supplies or men. They smeared oil on the soles of their feet and ran away. Looking at the background of their departure, they seemed to wish their parents had extra legs when they gave birth to them.
Some of the gangsters who really saw it started to run for their lives. They were not stupid. They just followed the gang to earn a living. When you are really desperate, you don't care who the gang leader is. Saving your life is the most important. The worst is to join other gangs in the future.
Already.
In the distance, Lu Yusheng and others were trying their best to fight each other and had no time to pay attention to the situation on the battlefield. At this time, the escort team gradually gained the upper hand. Many gang members were afraid of Qin Tian and chose to escape for their lives.
"Even if I die, I will support you."
The air shield in front of Mr. Zhao was already riddled with holes. He had been slashed on the back and chest. The blood was dripping and the bones were visible. The dried blood at the corner of his mouth slowly cracked as he roared.
As soon as he finished speaking, the air shield disappeared. The already fragile air shield could not withstand the attack of any martial artist, so he might as well save his spiritual energy output.
Master Zhao's spear suddenly thrust out, and a third-level martial artist avoided it. His chest was pierced, and the air shield in front of him was as useless as paper.
Then, he pulled out the spear fiercely, and the opponent thrust his body forward, leaving a hole in his chest. Finally, he fell to the ground with a look of unwillingness.
After beheading a martial artist from a certain gang of the opposing gang, Mr. Zhao turned his attention to the unmoving man in a bamboo hat. At this moment, there were seven or eight people around him protecting his safety.
The man in the bamboo hat knew Mr. Zhao's intention and raised his finger provocatively at him.
It seemed that this move was very effective. Mr. Zhao glared angrily. Being so looked down upon was an absolute insult to him who was so proud and arrogant. He released all his aura, completely ignoring the rapid consumption of physical strength and spiritual energy.
I shouted in my heart, "Spinning Steel Thorn!"
The martial arts skills in Piaomiao Continent are divided into seven levels, namely 'Heaven Level, Earth Level, Xuan Level, Yellow Level, High Level, Intermediate Level, and Low Level'.
'Spinning Steel Thorn' is only a high-level martial skill among the seven levels. It is famous for its fierceness. There are many practitioners who have died due to his martial skill. Even the strongest rank 5 martial arts masters dare not use the air shield to fight head-on.
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Lu Yusheng and others sensed the sudden surge of Master Zhao's aura, and just wanted to warn him not to be fooled, but it was too late, and they were overwhelmed at the moment. Each escort officer had three or four martial arts masters besieging them. The situation was very serious.
It's critical, if you continue like this, you will eventually be exhausted sooner or later.
Mr. Zhao's rough big hands relaxed slightly, the spiritual energy flipped in his hands, and the silver spear in his hands also rotated at high speed.
Immediately, a group of strong energy lingered on the tip of the gun, resonating with the air. The ears of those who listened were extremely uncomfortable, and they felt like they were going crazy.
Suddenly, under the gaze of everyone, Mr. Zhao jumped into the air and kicked the butt of his gun with his feet.
Immediately, the silver gun flew out with fierce energy and lightning speed, and Mr. Zhao followed behind the silver gun and was ready to take advantage of the situation.
Facing the approaching silver spear with great momentum, the man in the bamboo hat had no intention of dodge, showing the demeanor of a strong man who remained calm despite the collapse of Mount Tai.
At the critical moment, two figures sprang out from the left and right sides of the man in the hat at extremely fast speeds, one in front of the man in the hat and the other in front of him. The two transparent air shields had already condensed and solidified at some point.
"Little tricks..."
Hei Lang, the leader of the Tianlang Gang, one of the five major gangs, smiled contemptuously, stretched out his palms towards the air shield in front of him, and the spiritual energy was added to the air shield. The already very strong air shield was strengthened a few times.
point.
'Ding'
With a crisp sound, the silver gun hit the steel plate like a steel nail, leaving only a small white dot on the hard air shield.
This scene can't help but make people laugh and cry. The gun is so fierce as a dragon. Unexpectedly, at this level, Black Wolf has a look of disdain on his face.
Mr. Zhao's face twitched for a while, and he said coldly, "Do you think that's it? You've underestimated me too much!"
Master Zhao, who was following the gun butt, was still in the void. He suddenly kicked hard on the gun butt with his feet. The strong impact force directly caused the gun tip to break through the shell of the air shield and penetrated about two inches.
appearance.
Hei Lang's originally calm eyes were no longer calm, and his expression became serious. He knew his strength very well, and he was very confident in his air shield. Except for Lin Zihao, the leader of the Sword God Gang, no one had ever broken it with one move.
He drove through his martial arts master's level 6 air shield.
Next to him, the leader of the Dayue Gang, Kou Hai, was also a little surprised. Although he was also a rank-6 martial artist with similar strength to Kou Hai, it was difficult to break through the Black Wolf's defense within one move.
After Mr. Zhao succeeded, he also noticed the change in Hei Lang's face. This time he finally regained some face. He could not tolerate being looked down upon. The strong had their own majesty, and how could they be allowed to be trampled on by others.
He flipped and landed in the void, and as soon as his heels touched the ground, he rushed up.
Powerful palms followed one after another, and they slapped the gun butt. The tip of the gun entered the air shield two inches, and then, the thick spiritual energy was released from the palm, blessing the rotating silver gun.
With this palm, the area where the silver spear was stabbed was obviously full of cracks. Under the gaze of Hei Lang's horrified eyes, the former poured spiritual energy into the silver spear crazily at all costs.
For a moment, the speed of the silver gun's rotation reached an extreme, and the sharp energy was forced directly into the exposed chest of the black wolf, and the stinging pain was clearly felt on the skin.
The black wolf was calm in the face of danger. He withdrew his raised arms fiercely, and his palms moved up and down into the shape of tiger claws. He controlled the sharp tip of the spear in the middle. The majestic spiritual energy instantly enveloped the piercing tip of the spear.
Prevent your body from being injured by the strong wind.
At the same time, the speed of the silver gun's slow advancement and crazy rotation was effectively controlled. This was a spiritual energy competition between strong martial artists, and the competition was about the spiritual energy reserves in the body.
No matter how advanced your cultivation is, without the addition of spiritual energy, death is the only thing waiting for you.
After a while, the two people's foreheads were covered with sweat, and Hei Lang's lips were a little white. In the final analysis, he was still underestimating the enemy. Otherwise, why would he be so passive with his sixth-level cultivation?
Mr. Zhao seemed to be going crazy. He didn't care about the little spiritual energy left in his body, and wanted to kill anyone who blocked him. A martial artist under a life-threatening attack is very terrifying, especially a sixth-level martial artist.
Seeing that the tip of the spear was still piercing forward, only four or five inches away from the exposed chest, he glanced at Kou Hai, the leader of the Dayue Gang not far behind him, and stamped his feet angrily, cursing.
He said, "Why are you still standing there and not helping me?"
The stubble-faced Kou Hai snorted and said in a rough voice, "I'm not your subordinate. It's my business to help you or not."
"Damn it." Hei Lang gritted his bulging cheeks and cursed in his mind.
"Kou Hai, hurry up and help, resolve the battle quickly so that things don't change later!"
The man in the bamboo hat has been watching the fight here. These guys have never subdued anyone, so naturally they don't care about the other's life or death. It is purely the immediate interests that bring them together temporarily.
But the man wearing a bamboo hat is different. His goal is these piles of supplies. He doesn't want to care about other things, and he doesn't want to care about them, as long as he successfully achieves his goal.
"Since Mr. Wu has spoken, I will naturally not disobey him. However, Hei Lang, remember, you have to return this favor to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Kou Hai rushed up with a huge ax and his tiger body lowered.
Mr. Zhao was already strong on the outside but weak on the inside, with his white lips trembling constantly. He had no chance of winning against a strong martial artist of rank six.
In desperation, he had no choice but to pull away. Without the blessing of spiritual energy, the silver gun suddenly stopped. Black Wolf finally breathed a sigh of relief and loosened his tiger-claw-shaped palm.
With a 'clang', the silver gun fell to the ground weakly, and the black wolf man then exhaled with a relaxed expression.
Kou Hai jumped up after rushing a certain distance, and struck the retreating Master Zhao with the giant ax in his hand. The astonishing strong wind roared out, traveling unimpeded, and the whirring sound of tearing the air was deafening.
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'choke'
Time suddenly stopped. Mr. Zhao's pupils gradually dilated and he stared at Kou Hai. His retreating figure stopped at the sound. There was an imperceptible scar from the center of his forehead to his crotch. The next moment.
‘Bang’
Thick blood mist splashed everywhere along with the armor on his body.
Master Zhao's chest was cruelly torn open, and his burly body fell to the ground with unwillingness and pride.
"Master Zhao..."
Lu Yusheng drove away the two martial arts masters with a slash of his sword. When he looked in the direction of Master Zhao, he saw that the blood mist was still floating in the air and on the ground.
Seeing the body falling weakly to the ground, there was regret and sadness in his eyes.
Although Mr. Zhao has an unruly and eccentric temper, he is also a strong-willed man. Apart from other things, his spirit of being loyal to the Daning Dynasty despite death is worth learning.