Chen Xing had no expression on his face and took half a step back.
This cultist is not weak and should have reached the ninth level.
Because he felt that the other party's power was much greater than his own.
After raising his Essence just now, his strength has almost reached the extremely high level of the eighth level. In this situation, the only person with pure strength who can still overpower him is the ninth level of martial arts cultivation.
But... only such an opponent would be more interesting to kill.
Chen Xing smiled grimly. The opponent also used the Rolling Stone Fist. He was at the same level of martial arts as the man he killed just now in the passage, and both were only at Dzogchen.
The White Crane's artistic conception was used again. At the moment when the other party was stunned, Chen Xing's figure was like a ghost, and he killed two cultists one after another with two palms.
"This move of his can't be used often. There are gaps between each move." Someone's eyes lit up and he felt like he had discovered a blind spot.
Since you have such a powerful ability, why don't you keep shocking them? It means that this move has a time limit and cannot be used all the time.
"Kill him while he can't use it now."
Someone growled.
The cultists rushed over madly. Their spirits seemed a little abnormal, and their fear of life and death seemed a little indifferent.
Looking at the swarm of cultists surrounding him, Chen Xing's eyes were calm. He was actually worried about these people escaping. Since he was not afraid of death... that was the best thing.
The rain of attacks fell, perhaps because the audience at Hailehui had to be searched before entering the venue. These cultists all used fists, and no one used weapons.
Chen Xing grabbed the arm with one hand, pulled hard, straightened the person on the side and threw him forward.
Xu Meng's punch didn't stop at all. The punch landed hard and penetrated directly through the chest and pierced the chest and ribs.
Hanging the person directly on his arm, Chen Xing threw the person forward, leaned over and accelerated.
Avoiding Xu Meng in front of him, he rushed to the nearest cultist on the right.
The fingers were brought together, sharp as a knife, and pierced the opponent's throat.
The cultist covered his neck and staggered back.
Chen Xing discovered that when he was empty-handed, the simplest and most effective way to kill an enemy was to crush his neck and... hit his temple hard.
"Come and fight me! Don't run away!" Xu Meng shouted filial piety.
Chen Xing ignored it at all.
His body was as fast and powerful as a swimming dragon, shuttling among the remaining cultists.
Within a few seconds, two more people were killed in a row.
One minute later, only Chen Xing and Xu Meng were left in the arena.
There were bodies lying on the ground all around.
"You want to keep all of us here." No matter how slow Xu Meng was, he realized it now.
Chen Xing was too lazy to talk nonsense and rushed towards Xu Meng without saying a word.
Xu Meng opened his eyes angrily and clenched his fists, like an angry bear rushing toward Chen Xing.
But the next moment, Chen Xing disappeared before his eyes, and when he noticed the sound of the wind, Xu Meng raised his head and saw Chen Xing leaping high into the air at some point, with his arms stretched out like a dexterous white crane.
The enhanced jumping ability and the explosive power of his whole body allowed Chen Xing to easily jump to the ceiling, shift his body weight downwards, turn his body upside down, and step hard on the ceiling with his legs.
The place he stepped on cracked open instantly, and Chen Xing turned into an afterimage of the lake, falling faster than when he went up.
Xu Meng could only barely see an afterimage, and relied on instinct to throw a punch.
This punch... failed.
'The white crane pecks the eyes.'
Chen Xing put two fingers together and inserted them into his eye sockets, shaking with force.
Xu Meng's huge body suddenly fell to the ground.
This move is one of the killing moves of the White Crane Fist, but the chance of success is very small. The human eye sockets are inherently weak points, and people will defend their eyes when facing danger.
After the battle, Chen Xing felt a little sore all over his body.
Touched his body.
Chen Xing frowned slightly, something he didn't feel during the battle just now.
But now that the battle is over, I find that I have inevitably suffered a lot of damage.
"There is still a gap in body or footwork." Chen Xing muttered.
After all, White Crane Fist is just a fighting method. Although the true meaning level of White Crane Fist gives him a high position, he can see through some moves and routines whose martial arts level is far lower than his own, and thus avoid moves in advance.
But in the end it was still a lot worse.
It is not purely a form of martial arts.
Chen Xing put away his distracting thoughts, now is not the time to think about these things.
Chen Xing leaned over and groped in the arms of the corpse on the ground.
After a while, stone statues were found in the arms of each corpse.
Chen Xing collected all these small stone statues.
After physical contact, some cold currents flowed out of these stone statues and poured into the body.
Chen Xing then found a rest room and threw all the collected stone statues into the sewer. However, after hesitating for a while, Chen Xing did not throw them all away. He kept one in his arms and pressed the flush button.
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After flushing twice, Chen Xing turned around and left.
After these stone statues were absorbed by him, most of the soul power absorbed on them disappeared.
Although I don’t know if the other party has any means to detect the soul power above.
But Chen Xing still wanted to minimize the trouble.
So it's best to just discard them all.
But the ability of this stone statue to absorb soul power still made him a little excited. At least... in some special circumstances, it could be a way for him to obtain golden attribute points.
Returning to the lounge on the second floor, Chen Xing opened the door and looked at the corner of the room, where Scorpion was squatting and shivering.
After seeing Chen Xing, Xie Zi's eyes showed a bit of fear and strangeness, and he quickly lowered his head.
Turning to look at the floor-to-ceiling windows, Chen Xing's eyes flashed with thought.
Probably, he saw him fighting down there just now.
After changing clothes, Chen Xing was about to leave. When he left the room, he paused and asked, "Aren't you going with me?"
"Go, go, go." Scorpion stood up and followed.
Seeing Chen Xing looking at him, Xie Zi quickly said: "I won't say anything nonsense."
"Before you..." Chen Xing wanted to say that Scorpion didn't have such a fearful and unfamiliar tone towards him before.
But looking at the indelible fear in Scorpion's eyes, Chen Xing suddenly felt that the next words had no meaning unless he said them.
Coming down from the lounge on the second floor, Chen Xing walked through the corridor, walked up several flights of stairs, and opened the door.
The sunlight penetrated half the corner from the roof of the building opposite, and was reflected on the wall next to the iron gate.
The heat wave was rolling on the street, and there were very few pedestrians.
Not far away, there was the sound of vehicles whizzing by, and even further away, there were sirens blaring from far to near.
"Are you his brother?" Scorpion, who was standing behind him, asked confusedly.
He suspected that the person who came with him today was not Chen Xing at all.
But he is a twin brother who looks very similar to Chen Xing.
"It's best to forget what happened today. You ran out as soon as the attack happened. I can't guarantee that there are no remnants of those cultists."