Chapter 1,139 Destroy the Group

“A good deal?”

Ning Chen's eyes were indifferent, and he slowly raised his spiritual sword: "Then wouldn't it be more cost-effective for me to kill you?"

At the same time, the thin man had already lurked beside Ning Chen, his figure looming in the wind and snow.

The bald man no longer concealed himself, laughed wildly and shouted: "You don't know what is good! Then you go to hell!"

Whoosh!

As soon as the words fell, the thin man rushed out, holding the broken scepter tightly in his right hand, the sharp end already aimed at the back of Ning Chen's heart.

"Boy! It's your fault that you don't have eyes on your back!"

The thin man had a ferocious look on his face, and the scepter thrust out violently with a violent sound of breaking wind.

The God Hunters also had excited looks in their eyes, and they clenched their fists subconsciously.

"Kill this boy!"

"Kill him!"

"Well done, skinny guy!"

On the side, Su Qianxue saw this scene, stood up suddenly, and subconsciously wanted to rush out.

"careful!"

At the same time, Shan Rou stood up unconsciously, and the remaining divine power in her body instantly condensed in her palms.

At the critical moment, Ning Chen smiled faintly and said softly: "It's better to not have eyes behind your back... than to have a pair of eyes but not be able to understand anything."

Whoosh!

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp spiritual sword light suddenly condensed from his fingertips.

It shot out at lightning speed and directly hit the thin man between the eyebrows.

The thin man's eyes suddenly widened and he looked at the figure so close to him in disbelief, but his body could not move no matter what!

"Damn...what did you do to me?"

He stared at Ning Chen in horror, fear of death welling up in his heart.

Ning Chen turned around calmly, condensed a huge spiritual power palm in his palm, and swung it out casually.

"What did I do? Of course I wanted you to die."

boom!

The giant palm of spiritual power struck out, and the thin man was beaten to pieces without even letting out a scream.

Countless pieces of flesh and blood fell to the ground, and were soon frozen into ice.

The only intact head, with a frightened expression remaining, remains in this field forever.

"Damn it! Come on together!"

Seeing that the plan was exposed, the white-haired old woman shouted at the top of her lungs.

The God Hunters all around rushed out and attacked Ning Chen.

"Boy! Don't be arrogant!"

The fat man held the broken bottle, two fire dragons with thick arms lingering in his palms, and attacked Ning Chen with two moves.

Although the fire dragon is not as majestic as before, its fiery temperature has not changed at all.

Ning Chen didn't even look at him and slapped him with his backhand.

Bang!

The powerful spiritual power directly scattered the fire dragon and hit the fat man with unabated force.

The fat man was beaten like a kite with its string broken, and was thrown far away.

When it flew into the air, it exploded in the air and turned into a rain of blood.

"With this kind of strength, you still want to kill a god?"

Ning Chen's eyes were indifferent, and he struck out with both palms one after another, one after another with giant spiritual palms hitting the rushing God Hunter.

Facing Ning Chen in the late stage of foundation building, the God Hunter who had lost his artifact was no match for him.

As soon as it touches the giant palm of spiritual power, it will be blown to pieces, and not even large pieces of corpses will be left.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The rain of blood exploded one after another, and soon all the God Hunters were dead or injured.

After a few breaths, Ning Chen lowered his head to his side and looked forward calmly: "You two are the only ones left."

Not far in front of him were a bald man and an old woman with white hair.
Chapter completed!