The men around the Imperial Master wanted to step forward to stop them, but Imperial Master Shenhui reached out to stop them. He took a step forward, clasped his hands together in a salute, and slowly slapped Fan Yiweng with his palm.
His palm was silent and without a trace of fireworks, but Fan Yiweng, who rushed forward, was suddenly shaken, and a huge palm print appeared on his chest, sinking into his body like it was pressed on tofu.
Master Shenhui slowly withdrew his hand. Fan Yiweng had no trace of life and stood there like a statue.
Seeing this scene, Ye Chen couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Master Shenhui's cultivation was beyond his expectation. The power in his body was probably hundreds of years old, and it was probably more than what he had accumulated in the last world.
It’s a lot, and it’s also innate internal strength.
But one thing is certain, Master Shenhui has not practiced the powerful dragon-elephant Prajna skill, otherwise this palm would definitely break Fan Yiweng into pieces, instead of being silent like this.
As soon as Fan Yiweng died, the debt collector was surrounded by two other monks who came out of the crowd and chopped off his head with a shovel, leaving only Ye Chen.
Looking at the densely packed enemies around him, Ye Chen felt despair, but in the next second he felt a surge of pride. Death is not terrible, and it’s not like he has never died before, but before he dies, he should help others to support him and accumulate more potential points until next time.
world use.
"It would be a pity to die before leaving the army!"
He sighed secretly in his heart, raised his head, glanced around, and roared, like a furious rhinoceros charging towards the north. There were no masters on that side, only the besieging Yuan army.
"kill him!"
The general of the Yuan Army gave the order with an expressionless face.
In an instant, a large number of archers around him drew their bows and nocked arrows. Hundreds of arrows converged into a giant snake of black arrows that bit Ye Chen and swallowed him up in one bite.
The giant snake collapsed, revealing Ye Chen, who had his hands in front of his face without any damage. Like a discharged cannonball, it hit a row of Yuan soldiers with erect shields at the front. The two Yuan soldiers who were hit were knocked away on the spot and flew into the air.
He died and at the same time knocked down all the Yuan soldiers behind him.
He rushed into the crowd, ignoring the spears coming from all around, and shot out with both hands repeatedly. The terrifying force shattered the armor on Yuan Bing's body, and the sound of broken bones kept making. No matter who it was, as long as he hit the body,
He must have died on the spot.
He was like a tank rushing into the crowd, rushing back and forth, with a dull sound of impact, the sound of broken bones, screams, and shouts of killing mixed together.
Looking down from a high altitude, you can see a huge whirlpool. He is in the center of the whirlpool, surrounded by layers of soldiers surrounding him. At the gate of Tiantong Fort in the distance, Master Shenhui looked back at the soldiers on the battlefield.
The unstoppable figure who was killing everyone glanced at the figure and said to Boss Li:
"Go and capture him alive."
Li Chengye, the boss of the Li family, had corrected his attitude at this time and nodded respectfully:
"Master, please take a rest first. I will come back as soon as you go!"
Master Shenhui nodded and turned around to enter the castle.
Li Chengye turned around. Next to him was Mu Qingren, the boss of Huaishan Double Fierce. When Master Shenhui walked away, he asked:
"Is the Imperial Master interested in this guy and wants to recruit him?"
Li Chengye glanced at Mu Qingren, an inexplicable smile flashed across his face, and said:
"The world is really unpredictable. An hour ago we were fighting for life and death, but an hour later we were working together under the Imperial Master."
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Mu Qingren's face, he cupped his hands and said:
"Since we are going to work together in the future, how about we wipe out the past grudges?"
"Can!"
Li Chengye only said one word, looked in the direction of Ye Chen, and praised:
"No wonder the national master couldn't bear to kill him. This boy's dragon-elephant prajna magic skill is probably not of the sixth or seventh level. Even the former national master Jinlun Dharma King is only like this at this age. If he can be conquered, he will become a peerless warrior in the future.
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At this time, Ye Chen was still very active. He was so unreasonable in practicing kung fu outside the school. As long as the attack could not break the defense, he would not be harmed at all. He used his seventh level Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu plus Copper Skin Kung Fu and Iron Gauze Yi.
Cooperate, if you want to kill him without the help of experts, you can only rely on human lives to slowly grind him to death.
Li Chengye walked toward the battle circle with a group of Green Forest people who had just surrendered and were preparing to perform meritorious service. The surrounding Yuan soldiers made way for him. Ye Chen immediately felt this. He turned around and saw Li Chengye walking in the front, and his expression changed.
Li Chengye put his hands behind his back and seduced Ye Chen with a smile:
"The Imperial Master is interested in your talent. If you are willing to surrender, not only will the Imperial Master personally teach you martial arts, but you will also enjoy endless glory and wealth, as well as lofty status and power, including wealth and beauty."
"Traitor, lackey!"
What answered him was a stream of spit containing powerful force flying towards him.
Li Chengye ducked his head, a trace of anger appeared on his face, and he snorted coldly:
“If you don’t eat the toast, you’ll be fined with alcohol!”
He suddenly jumped up, fell from the sky like an eagle hunting for prey, and slapped the crowd with one palm.
Ye Chen was already prepared. He closed the five fingers of his right hand one by one and formed a fist as big as a sand bowl, and slammed it down into the sky.
"boom!"
Like thunder exploding in the ears, a circle of air waves spread out from the palm of his fist. Li Chengye puffed up his sleeves and tore them apart. The hardened blood shell on Ye Chen's arm turned into countless fragments and flew around like a bomb.
The force traveled along his wrists to his elbows and then to his shoulders, and finally the blood shell on half of his chest shattered and separated from his body layer by layer, revealing skin covered with red lines and knotted muscles.
Ye Chen's throat felt sweet, and a stream of blood surged into his throat, almost spurting out.
"The dragon-elephant prajna skill at the seventh level is still not enough. It seems that at least the eighth level can barely touch the edge of innateness."
At this time, he did not panic. Instead, he had such a thought in his mind. He smiled sadly and raised his head. Regardless of half of his body being numb from the shock, he squeezed both hands at the same time. The bones of his whole body creaked, veins bulged, and his fists were punched out.
But Li Chengye just waved his sleeves, and a surging energy spread in front of him. With two explosions, his energy was exploded, but he had no energy left to move forward with his two punches.
"Bang, bang bang, bang bang bang..."
He had no idea of defense. He clenched his fists and only knew how to attack frantically, but was easily blocked by Li Chengye.
When he was exhausted from punching nearly a hundred punches in one breath, a palm passed through his subconsciously raised arm and was imprinted on his chest. The strong force erupted, and Ye Chen flew up into the air and flew upside down, and a mouthful of blood spurted out in mid-air.
When he came out, on his bare chest, a distinct palm print was imprinted on his chest like a seal. The skin on the middle palm was charred and black like black coal, which did not dissipate for a long time.
After crossing a distance of nearly ten meters and falling to the ground, a big man rushed up with a rope and shouted excitedly:
"I caught him..."
Before he finished speaking, a fist hit his head, cracking his head open on the spot. His voice stopped suddenly, and he fell to the ground dead without even a grunt.
Getting up from the ground, Ye Chen punched ten times in one breath, killing the Yuan soldiers surrounding him, then turned around and bumped into the crowd.
The chance of kneeling this time is too high. He needs to save more potential points before dying. Li Chengye is too strong to defeat him, so he can only find soldiers to attack him.