After the gun barrel separated from the body, Sharp Wolf unceremoniously put it into the Space Xuan Ring.
This low-level spiritual weapon is definitely a top-level trophy for him.
Immediately, Fenglang suddenly grabbed his own wound with his newly freed left hand, and with five fingers, he pulled suddenly——
"Pfft!"
The large hole originally pierced by the giant elephant's tiger spear was filled with blood. The half-orc actually dug out the rotten flesh and blood that had been constantly attacked in the body!
"Chichi..."
The injured area healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The scene in front of him made Young Master Chen, who had been through the battlefield for a long time and thought he was definitely well-informed, unable to help but be shocked: "What the hell! Is this all allowed?"
Before Tianhong Lei's "soul-eating and soul-stealing" special effects had time to take effect, he was dug out of the body with flesh and blood by this fierce sharp wolf.
On the top of the city, all the elders took a breath: "Hiss - this orc is too cruel, isn't it? He can be so cruel to himself!"
"Now that the young master has lost his weapon, how can we still fight?"
In the Beiyi military formation, the young barbarian leader Ling Yi's face glowed red: "Hahahahahaha, if Chen Shen dies again, the legend of Da Xia's general named Chen will be completely ruined!"
Old Centipede smiled sinisterly and thought to himself: "Hey, hey, luckily the candidate sent to fight the boy named Chen is Fenglang. His heartbeat is not located in his chest, but on his left side. Between the last two ribs on the side of the waist."
"If it had been someone else, Chen Shen's exquisite body skills just now combined with his spear skills that suddenly stabbed his heart would have really caused the loss of another powerful member of our Shenman Clan."
…
On the battlefield, Red Rabbit spontaneously came to the rescue, and the horns in front of his forehead shot out pillars of mysterious energy fire, approaching the back of the front wolf's head.
The latter's ears twitched, and after determining the specific direction of the one-horned red-maned beast's sneak attack on him, he turned around, clenched his fist with his left hand, and aimed at the direction of the mysterious fire pillar and blasted out——
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise, and the pillars of fire scattered in all directions. The poisonous mysterious energy wrapped in the Fengyang Iron Fist was only slightly weaker, and the fist arm itself was not damaged at all.
Red Rabbit is a spiritual-level nine-star mysterious beast, which is equivalent to the nine-star mysterious master among human cultivators.
But Fenglang is a two-star Xuanwang. The gap in strength between the two is not small.
It would be okay if the one-horned red-maned beast's innate mystical skills hit the sharp wolf's chest, abdomen, head and other weak parts.
But at this time, it collided with the opponent's extremely solid fist arm, with little effect.
A ferocious smile slowly emerged from the corner of Fenglang's toad mouth: "Hey, don't worry, you red-haired beast. When I kill Chen Shen, I will take you as my mount!"
Immediately, he turned around and rushed towards Chen Shen's location again, and the long chain whip was like a flying python, coming towards him to kill him.
The young man's eyes narrowed: "Xuan Bao's three spiritual transformations, the extremely fast transformation, start!"
"Extreme attack transformation, open!"
"Extremely anti-change, open!"
With all three transformations activated, his attack power, defense power, and speed all tripled in this instant.
Then, he clenched his fists and faced the direction of the Teng Whip!
"Young master, please don't be impulsive. You should retreat to the city first and then make plans!"
On the top of the city, the tenth elder Chen Xin could no longer hold back his anger. He kicked off the ground with both feet and was about to jump off the top of the city to save him.
In the end, the second elder held his shoulder and said, "Don't worry."
Chen Qibing glanced in the direction of Ling'er and Shun Lao, and then said: "Senior Jin and Yin are always calm and willing to believe in Young Master Chen. As his clansmen, how can we be compared to two outsiders? "
His words were heard by Ling'er and Shun Lao. They couldn't help but smile bitterly in their hearts: "When did we become outsiders? Besides, I'm not calm, old slave. I'm wearing a mask so you can't see my expression, okay?"
"If the young master hadn't given an order in advance: No matter what happens, we are not allowed to leave the city without authorization, the old slave would have rushed out long ago!"
The golden girl Miao Ling bit her red lips tightly, her delicate heart already in her throat: "Young Master..."
"But……"
Chen Xin wanted to say more, but the Sixth Elder Chen Yiru also tried to persuade him: "Just wait and see. I always feel that the young master is far from exhausted."
The Eighth Elder Chen Shixiao, who was born to stutter, also nodded heavily: "Da, Da, do you still remember the battle at the young master's coming-of-age ceremony?"
"Chen, Chen, Chen Xiong, the eldest son of Chen Jinyang, appeared with overwhelming cultivation, and the battle situation was once unfavorable to the young master. But, but, in the end, wasn't Chen Xiong defeated at the hands of the young master?"
Chen Xin suppressed his restless mood and nodded silently.
On the battlefield, the chain whip was wrapped in soaring poisonous mist, carrying the sound of breaking wind, and was whipped right in front of Chen Shen's eyes!
After a blink of an eye——
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, the chain whip hit not Chen Shen's face, but the palm of his hand.
"Crunch!"
"Zrazla, chi chi chi..."
The young man grabbed the whip body with his left hand and clenched it tightly with his five fingers. As the joints crackled, the thunder energy from his palm also surged out with all its strength to resist the attack of the opponent's poisonous energy.
When Fenglang saw this, he subconsciously drew his hand back and whipped back. He didn't even think about whipping his body but it didn't move at all.
"Huh?" The half-orc couldn't help but be startled.
He didn't expect that he would actually lose in strength to a human whose profound energy only appeared as a nine-star profound master? How could this be possible?
Immediately afterwards, Chen Shen tugged his arms brazenly and kicked his legs in the opposite direction. With the support of two gravity channels, the whole person rushed towards the sharp wolf who was more than ten steps away at an extremely fast speed.
As for the half-orc's crotch mount, it had already been instantly killed by the second pillar of fire inspired by Red Rabbit.
Ling Yi saw this scene from the observation deck and was full of disdain: "Hmph, do you think he has any means to make trouble for a long time just to rush up and get beaten? Humph! Fighting us divine barbarians in hand-to-hand combat is courting death!"
For some reason, Elder Centipede couldn't be as optimistic as Ling Yi: "The human child is definitely not a fool. But... why would he use his own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strong points? Is it possible that he still has some backup plans?
"
Suddenly, this old and cunning guy thought of a possibility, and immediately Xuan Neng filled his voice and roared loudly: "Be careful, Fenglang! This kid is planning to blow up his Dantian!"
Fenglang was stunned when he heard this. He was about to rush forward to fight with the opponent, but his momentum suddenly dropped.
Looking at the charging young man, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, like a fierce tiger staring at its prey.
With this look, even Lian Fenglang, who was brave enough to dare to dig into his own flesh and blood, couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
Combined with what Elder Centipede said before, Fenglang immediately confirmed: Chen Shen had a death wish at this moment and came to die with him!
"Grandma, you still want me to support you before you die? What a beautiful idea!"
Immediately, Fenglang decisively loosened his grip on the whip handle, and his huge body could now kick his legs back as dexterously as the wind...