Two hundred and fortieth chapters are all killed without pardon
The sudden appearance of this man made the atmosphere at the scene suddenly freeze.
"Lin Zhiming?!" Xue Tianyu looked at the man in horror.
That man was none other than Lin Zhiming, who had just been imprisoned yesterday.
Lin Zhiming looked at Xue Tianyu, smiled and said, "Can I kill all these people?"
"Yes..." Xue Tianyu answered Lin Zhiming's question in a strange way.
Lin Zhiming nodded with satisfaction.
"Be careful!" Xue Tianyu shouted.
Lin Zhiming turned around and found that the drunkard Gerile had spun around and came to his side.
Gerile's legs moved toward him with roaring energy.
Lin Zhiming raised a hand.
boom.
Gerile's leg with terrifying power hit Lin Zhiming's hand hard.
The next moment, the ground beneath Lin Zhiming's feet collapsed.
But... Lin Zhiming himself stood there, motionless.
Gerile's pupils shrank suddenly.
He had never seen anyone able to stand still under his kick.
at this time…
Snapped!
Lin Zhiming's hand grabbed Gerile's calf and then slammed it to the ground.
Gerile's body fell to the ground uncontrollably.
boom!
There was a loud noise.
Gerile's whole body crashed into the ground.
It wasn't over yet. Lin Zhiming grabbed Gerile's foot and smashed it first to the left, then to the right, shaking it like a windshield wiper.
Bang bang bang!
Gerile was hit seven or eight times in succession.
At this time, Bai Hao came to Lin Zhiming.
Bai Hao punched Lin Zhiming directly in the face.
A cold light flashed in Lin Zhiming's eyes, and he turned the Gerile in his hand into a weapon and smashed it directly at Bai Hao.
Bai Hao didn't expect Lin Zhiming to play such a trick. Gerile was so fast that before Bai Hao's fist hit Lin Zhiming, he had already hit Bai Hao hard.
Bai Hao and Gerile flew to the side together and hit the wall hard.
From Lin Zhiming kicking the Pig God away, to sending Bai Hao and Gerile flying, the whole process only took ten seconds.
In ten seconds, all three ninth-level martial ministers were beaten away by Lin Zhiming.
The hundreds of people present were all stunned.
"God of the prairie, is this still a human being?" Tuoli couldn't help but say.
At this time, Lin Zhiming felt the shocked gazes of the people around him with satisfaction. In Lin Zhiming's opinion, this wave of pressure was about nine points, and the effect was still very good.
Suddenly, a burst of energy came from the side.
Lin Zhiming raised his hand to block.
puff!
A bloody mouth appeared on Lin Zhiming's hand.
"Oh?" Lin Zhiming raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the phantom blade in front of him.
Phantom Blade's hands were stained with blood.
It was the Phantom Blade's hand that cut his hand just now.
He thought it was just a fist, but he didn't expect it to be a knife, and the knife was extremely sharp.
The phantom blade did not stop, but slashed at Lin Zhiming several times.
This is a real hand knife. Every knife is like a real knife. Once it is hit, it will kill someone.
At the same time, Bai Hao, Gerile, and Lu Dachang, who had been knocked away, had also stood up, and the three of them rushed towards Lin Zhiming in unison.
Lin Zhiming tapped his toes on the ground several times to distance himself from the phantom blade. Then, Lin Zhiming looked at the pig god Lu Dachang among the three ninth-level martial ministers who rushed towards him and said, "Kill you first."
"Don't move any of you, this person is mine! I'm going to eat him!" Lu Dachang roared!
At this time, Lu Dachang's heart was boiling with murderous intent. Just now, he was carelessly attacked by Lin Zhiming and was knocked away. In fact, he was not seriously injured because the fat on his body was too thick!
His body's defense consists of two parts, one part is rigid body, and the other part is fat.
The rigid body can remove most of the force, and the force entering the body will be completely blocked by fat.
Even if he uses methods within Cun Jin, it is useless. Cun Jin can penetrate the defense of the rigid body, but after acting on his fat, there is not much power left that can really hurt his body.
Therefore, Lu Dachang didn't mind Lin Zhiming's words at all. Although Lin Zhiming beat three people away as soon as he arrived, the main reason was that everyone didn't know Lin Zhiming well enough and underestimated the enemy to some extent.
Now that Lu Dachang had used his rigid body, it was almost impossible for Lin Zhiming to hurt him again.
Lu Dachang was thinking when he suddenly noticed a person appearing in front of him.
This person is none other than Lin Zhiming.
"So fast!" Lu Dachang thought to himself.
The next moment, Lin Zhiming's fist fell on him like a storm.
Seeing this scene, Lu Dachang was extremely happy in his heart. He likes people to hit him with fists the most, because fists are the least lethal to his body among all attack methods. He can completely let the opponent attack and wait for the opponent to attack.
When tired, output without reservation and kill the opponent instantly.
Bang bang bang bang!
Lin Zhiming threw hundreds of punches in an instant.
When the first of hundreds of punches landed on Lu Dachang.
Lu Dachang felt something was wrong.
The power in this fist actually ignored his rigid body and fat and entered directly into his body!
Lu Dachang's body had been severely injured by the first punch, so much so that it was too late for him to dodge again.
All the hundreds of punches fell on Lu Dachang.
Each punch hit Lu Dachang's body, causing Lu Dachang's body to tremble violently.
Lu Dachang's expression also changed drastically as his body trembled.
His body retreated uncontrollably, while Lin Zhiming kept moving forward.
Finally, with Lin Zhiming's roar, Lu Dachang took more than ten steps back and stopped.
Lin Zhiming looked at Bai Hao and Gerile and said, "You can come."
Bai Hao and Gerile frowned.
There seems to be something wrong with Lu Dachang's state.
at this time…
Lu Dachang suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.
The blood was mixed with some strange things that looked like internal organ fragments.
"Ten...grade!" Lu Dachang could only say this sentence. After that, Lu Dachang fell face down, lifeless.
A ninth-grade martial artist was actually killed by Lin Zhiming like this.
Bai Hao and Gerile looked at each other, and they both saw shock in each other's eyes.
This new guy that Phantom Blade said he wanted to conquer before turned out to be a tenth-grade Martial Lord!
Only a tenth-grade Wu Qing could so cruelly beat Lu Dachang to death with his fists, who had the strongest defense!
Cold sweat flowed from Bai Hao and Gerile's bodies.
They had already been severely exhausted in the previous battle with Xue Tianyu, and now facing the almost full-fledged Tenth Grade Martial King, they had no chance at all!
The difference between the tenth-grade Wuqing and the ninth-grade Wuqing is not a little bit. The tenth-grade is both the peak and the perfection. Only the strongest among the Wuqing can be called the tenth-grade Wuqing.
The fighting power of the tenth-grade Martial King is even extremely close to that of the first-grade Martial King. As long as he can defeat a Martial King, the tenth-grade Martial King can immediately become the king.
Therefore, facing a tenth-grade Martial King is basically the same as facing a first-grade Martial King.
"Everyone, listen, whoever can kill these two people can leave here on my ship!" Phantom Blade shouted.
Phantom Blade's words made the eyes of those watching around him light up.
Simply breaking through the blockade of the dark prison does not count as a successful escape. Surrounded by endless oceans and sharks, no matter how powerful you are, there are huge risks if you want to cross this ocean to reach the nearest continent. If there is a ship, then
That's a completely different story.
This is a rare opportunity before everyone.
The people present were all extremely vicious people. Killing one person and killing two people didn't make much difference to them. Although Lin Zhiming showed the fighting ability of a tenth-level martial artist, they also had two ninth-level warriors here.
Sir!
Two ninth-grade Wuqing plus hundreds of Wuqing besiege a tenth-grade Wuqing. No matter how you look at it, all tenth-grade Wuqing are mortal!
"If you don't kill him and let him eliminate our strongest fighting force, then all of you will only die!" Phantom Blade continued to shout.
The words of Phantom Blade completely aroused the murderous intention of the people around him.
Many people walked towards Lin Zhiming.
Hundreds of military officials walked toward Lin Zhiming. The scene was so spectacular that it reminded Lin Zhiming of some bad past events.
Looking at these people, Lin Zhiming's eyes turned red little by little.
"Lend me your knife." Lin Zhiming said.
Although Lin Zhiming did not look at Xue Tianyu, Xue Tianyu knew that Lin Zhiming was talking to him.
Xue Tianyu did not hesitate and flicked the knife in his hand.
The knife that looked like a snake flew directly towards Lin Zhiming.
With a snap, Lin Zhiming grabbed the handle of the knife with one hand.
This knife is very heavy, much heavier than imagined.
Xue Tianyu sat down on the ground because he had no support from the knife.
He looked at Lin Zhiming. Although he was amazed at Lin Zhiming's strength, he was not optimistic at all.
The tenth-rank Wu Qing is strong, but facing hundreds of strong Wu Qings led by two ninth-rank Wu Qing, it is difficult for the tenth-rank Wu Qing to win!
"A few years ago, I was surrounded by people like this." Lin Zhiming looked around at everyone present and said lightly, "That time, many people sacrificed their lives to keep me alive. It was also there.
After one incident, I built the General’s Tomb.”
The people around him were a little confused and didn't know what Lin Zhiming was talking about.
"After that time, I told myself that I would never let myself fall into such a desperate situation again, so I trained hard every day to make myself stronger." Lin Zhiming continued.
"He has gone crazy, follow me!" Bai Hao roared and rushed towards Lin Zhiming.
At the same time, Gerile, Phantom Blade, and the numerous Wu Qings around them rushed towards Lin Zhiming at the same time.
Lin Zhiming grabbed the handle of the knife, with the blade tilted and the tip facing the ground.
Looking at these people, Lin Zhiming's eyes were completely shrouded in red.
"I once swore to heaven that if anyone attacks me again, I will kill them without mercy..."