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Chapter 640

After a fight, I realized that the power disparity between the two sides was huge. It was simply not the same magnitude.

If the strength in his hand is one thousand kilograms, but the strength of this uncle of the Wang family is five times more than his, is this still a human being? Everyone is at the Grandmaster level, why is there such a big difference?

How did he know that Chen Yan's martial arts was not an ordinary one at all.

Tempering and refining his body made his physical body far stronger than ordinary people.

The spiritual relics he had just obtained made his body-refining level rise sharply in a short period of time. Both his strength and speed took a big step forward.

"escape!"

The Grand Master was determined to quit.

But where can anything be that cheap?

The long knife swept across.

The thunder knife comes out and the whirlwind slashes!

“Crack, click, click, click!”

A piece of bamboo was cut off, and the man's head flew high into the air.

"Over there!"

"Ah——, he just killed Lao Sun!"

"You evil beast, where can you run?"

"Crash!"

The masters who were chasing after him took action one after another.

Dozens of chopped bamboo poles were shot towards me like cannonballs.

Chen Yan slashed back with his long sword and wiped away all of it. He didn't think the long sword was in the way, so he simply didn't want it anymore and shouted: "Give it back to you!"

The long knife carries strong wind.

Walking through the bamboo forest.

"puff!"

"puff!"

He actually nailed the two masters to the ground together.

When the people nearby saw this scene, their hearts were beating wildly and their faces turned pale.

They were masters, not rookies in the martial arts gym. As a result, within five minutes of entering this bamboo forest, five masters were killed.

On average, one master dies in less than one minute.

This is so scary.

The dark bamboo forest turned into a life-threatening road.

"Mr. Liu, what should we do now?"

"We have far underestimated the strength of our new uncle. Even if he is not a half-step grandmaster, he still has the strength of a peak master!"

Everyone was terrified and did not dare to stay in this bamboo forest any longer.

The old man named Mr. Liu was the most prestigious among this group of people. He looked at the corpses on the ground and his pupils shrank unconsciously: "Leave here first. As the saying goes, we have committed a big taboo this time.

Instead, he became a target!"

"Let's go, let's go and watch outside."

At this moment.

Another kind of music sounded.

This is not the sound of Rococo's flute, but the magic sound produced by Chen Yan playing bamboo leaves; Rococo's flute sound can confuse people, but his evil king's demonic sound can kill people.

"After coming to your burial place, there is no reason to leave?"

"Assassinate Elder Long Ya, kill without mercy!"

...

Ten minutes later, the battle ended.

Although Chen Yan obtained the spiritual relics, his strength was greatly increased, but it was difficult for one person to kill so many masters. The evil king's demonic sound only had a limited time of effect, so he had to fight several masters in a single combat.

Fortunately, the level of quenching and body refining has reached a new level.

Otherwise, it is very likely that Chen Yan is the one who falls now.

Looking at the corpses of the Grandmaster lying scattered in the bamboo forest, he breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he also felt an uncontrollable murderous intention towards Wang Feipeng, his father-in-law.

suddenly--

"No, there's one less!"

"Did he run away?"

At this moment, Luo Keke's anxious voice came from the front: "Brother, come quickly!"

Chen Yan was startled and rushed over quickly.

He saw a man's body lying at Rococo's feet.

The last one was killed by her.

"Brother, I'm poisoned!" Luo Keke looked at Chen Yan pitifully at this time.

"Ah? What kind of poison?"

"This stinky man's knife is poisonous."

"Where's the injury?"

Rococo pointed to his back: "Here..."

Chen Yan took a closer look and said suspiciously: "How could you hurt your butt? You couldn't have poked it yourself, right?"


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