The strength of the rude Han intermediate-level immortal general level is a star iron rod weighing at least two or three hundred kilograms. It has high-quality purple-level demon crocodile leather armor, with moderate advance and retreat, strong moves, and strong immortal power. No matter from any aspect, he is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary slave-catching team leaders.

Jin Ling and others have also killed many slave-capturing teams recently. The strength and equipment of all the leaders are hard to match compared to this rude man.

Not to mention anything else, this star iron rod alone, such a heavy star iron rod, could not even be used by the entire Northern Jin royal family. The Vajra Meteor Iron obtained by Jin Ling and the Star Iron Staff obtained from the left envoy of the Blood Spirit Cult, were all star iron, but the weight was limited, and it weighed only more than a dozen pounds. In the Northern Jin Kingdom and even the Yanzhao Immortal Kingdom, they were all rare sharp immortal soldiers.

But this rude man's star iron rod weighs at least two or three hundred pounds?

With such strong financial resources, why should you be a slave hunter?

Even if Jin Ling's two rounds of sun and moon castings from the rare weapons he obtained in his hands, at most a spark would appear, without even leaving any scratches.

Moreover, as far as the immortal soldiers are concerned, one inch long and one inch strong, the rude man waved, and only his stick shadow seemed to be left in the entire area. Jin Ling was like a small boat in the violent sea before such an offensive.

The other party is definitely not an ordinary person!

"Brother, who are you?" He took a chance, Jin Ling's left hand chopped the moon wheel directly on the star iron rod, and flew backwards with the power of recoil to temporarily leave the battle. In the air, he asked in confusion, "If you have such strength, why should you be such a vicious slave catcher? What can you do not get huge rewards?"

The rude man smiled coldly, as if he was disdainful to answer this question. Or rather, he had avoided this question for the second time.

"Do you want help?" asked Ye Xiao nearby.

"No need." Jin Ling said, "You protect everyone, I'll deal with it!"

As he said that, he let go of his hands, and the power of thought controlled the two wheels of the sun and the moon slowly wandered around his body. Then, he shinyly drew a sword from behind.

The ordinary fine iron sword made by himself from a Ponzi craftsman's shop.

"Immortal Thought Master?" Seeing the sun and moon wandering around Jin Ling's body, the rude man became surprised. He wiped the blood from his mouth. Since he was attacked just now, he felt that this kid was not simple. Now, it is true.

Jin Ling did not explain anything to him, and took a step forward and used an ordinary sword move to strike out. It was the starting move he created from Shanhai Sect's "Cutting Firewood Sword Technique", "There is firewood in the deep mountains".

The rude man just randomly hit the sword, and the sword move was broken, and the two subsequent prepared moves were unable to be used.

Jin Ling set out his sword again, including the secret sword of the Shanhai Sect and the self-created firewood-cutting sword technique, which is mixed with other sword techniques from time to time. However, no matter how complicated and exquisite sword techniques are, the opponent often just smashes it with one stick, which is extremely strong, and can break the trend of the sword technique.

When Jin Ling used the secret swords of Shanhai Sect and the two sword techniques of Pingbo, he gradually regained some passive situations and was able to deal with them in the storm of the stick.

Strong and fierce often are difficult to last, not to mention that the rude man was injured by Jin Ling's sneak attack. After a few hours, he took a step back, his face turned pale, and then a stream of blood burst out from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that the violent attack caused the internal injury and caused the blood to surge.

However, Jin Ling did not give the other party a rest time. The Sun Gold Wheel and the Moon Flower Wheel appeared silently behind him, and cut them down with a chill.

The rude man turned around and knocked the two wheels away, landing dozens of feet away, beyond Jin Ling's control of his mind. He had to watch them fall out of sight.

"Xiao Wu, find them back!" In a hurry, he shouted to Xiao Wu, who was alerting the outside. He screamed in pain from behind and went to the place where the two wheels flew down.

The rude man beat the Sun Golden Wheel and the Yuehua Wheel, which was also his strongest move, because the two wheels were very sharp, extremely fast, and the route was erratic. If they were directly chopped onto their bodies, they would be seriously injured and he would not dare to be careless.

It was precisely because of this full-strength attack that he could no longer suppress it. He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of dirty blood with blood internal organs. Jin Ling, who is also an immortal general, attacked with all his strength, and used the self-developed power of the wood-cutting sword technique in the immortal power, which caused great damage.

"Boy, who are you?" The rude man wiped his blood, his lips were covered in red. "Are you the ones who have been killing the slave-catching team recently?"

He suddenly thought of this and his eyes widened.

"That's right! It's us. We killed those slave-catching men who were extremely guilty, and left the flying eagle mark. Our Eagle Soul Team." Jin Ling actually had some sympathy for the other party's powerful strength, and reported his name, "I'm Jin Ling."

"Jin Ling?" The rude man almost jumped up when he heard the name in his ears.

"I think you are extremely strong, far from comparable to ordinary slave hunters. I don't know your honorable name?" Jin Ling felt something different and was eager to know the origin of the other party's name.

"I can't tell you my origin." The rude man shook his head, picked up the star iron stick again, and smashed it over again.

Jin Ling smiled and shook the Jing Iron Sword in his hand and continued to fight. After a few rounds, the Jing Iron Sword had countless cracks on the sword body under the sweeping of the opponent's star iron stick stick wind, and the sword blade cracked in many places. With a slight shaking, the sword broke into dozens of pieces.

"Oh, it's useless." He threw down the broken sword casually, and then took out the Shanhai Sword from the Xianyu Bracelet space. This fine long sword made by the master of Shanhai Sect Zang Sword Hall was always carried by him, and it was very solid and sharp.

The Shanhai Sword was cut out with one sword and hit the star iron rod, making a shiny sound.

"Good sword." The rude man's eyes shrank, "It was refined by Shanhai Sect?"

"Huh? You know this too?" Jin Ling was curious, "Your Excellency, you have a wide range of knowledge. You..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" The rude man hit him with another stick.

"I reported my name and origin, but you avoided talking. Since you are so rude, I don't have to be polite!" As soon as Jin Ling finished speaking, the Huilang sword technique, which had already accumulated strength and was ready to go, surged out!

The Huilang Sword Technique has only one move, but it is the most powerful and cover-all secret sword of the entire Shanhai Sect. The complex operation of the immortal power, the powerful condensation power, and the wide coverage, is even more violent than the opponent's star iron stick technique.

He was determined to use this trick to solve the other party.
Chapter completed!