The thirteen people behind that man were all shocked. They didn’t understand how a cultivator with a third level of Xiantian could repel a cultivator with a sixth level of Xiantian. This was a difference of three levels! Even if the other party used weapons, they wouldn’t be able to fight back.
It may be possible to make up for this gap! Unless it is a legendary magical weapon that has been channeled, can a third-level innate cultivator control such a magical weapon? Besides, there is nothing strange about the spear in the opponent's hand!
The man who was forced back by Ling Chen's pricked palm was furious. He was actually repelled by a guy who was three levels worse than him. He would be looked down upon by others in the future, and he might even have no chance of development in his family.
This was something he couldn't accept. The anger in his heart almost overwhelmed him. He roared, drew out the epee from behind with his other hand, and faced Ling Chen's stabbing shot.
This sword was fired with anger, it was heavy and powerful, and it struck directly at the tip of Ling Chen's spear. Ling Chen felt the strong wind hitting his face even though it was still a few feet away. He knew that the opponent was three levels higher than him in cultivation after all.
Just now, because the other party was careless, he took advantage and easily hurt him, but now he was unable to defeat him, otherwise he would definitely be injured.
The momentum of the spear changed, and the stabbing changed to wrapping, and a soft and sticky force was generated, which led the heavy sword to move upward. Then he made a collapse stance, swinging the heavy sword away, and the tip of the spear went straight to his left chest.
The man was shocked and turned pale. He slashed down with his heavy sword, trying to block it, but he couldn't stop it in time. Seeing that he was about to shoot through the chest, Ling Chen didn't feel unbearable at all. This was because they wanted to destroy him first.
The hands are stronger.
bite……
At this moment, a long spear was handed over from the side, and the tip of the spear emitted a dazzling cold light. He touched the tip of Ling Chen's spear on the man's chest. Amidst the metallic trembling sound, Ling Chen felt a strong force coming from the barrel of the gun.
, the shock made his blood surge, and his face turned pale. The spear couldn't hold back and was stirred up, and the middle door opened wide.
The spear mercilessly drew a dazzling trajectory, wiping towards Ling Chen's neck. Ling Chen's pupils shrank, staring at the cold light, he turned the spear in his hand, and blocked the gun barrel in front of him.
bite……
There was another crisp sound, and Ling Chen was knocked back three steps. Qi and blood rushed to his forehead, his handsome face flushed, and his hands trembled slightly. The opponent's force was too strong, and this blow actually caused him slight internal injuries.
roar……
An angry roar came from beside him. It was Linghu's voice. Lingchen's heart jumped. He saw Linghu falling not far away from him, with a trace of scarlet hanging from the corner of his mouth. A few steps away from him, a middle-aged strong man held a hand in his hand.
A long sword was glaring at Linghu with an angry look on his face.
It turned out that this person just wanted to sneak attack from the side, but was stopped by Linghu. However, Linghu was only at the second level of innate level after all, and was defeated by the enemy at the fifth level of innate level. He was injured and sent flying.
At this time, Nangong Xuan also discovered the situation here and shouted angrily: "Brother Chen is my invited guest. If anyone dares to hurt him, I will scratch him alive." However, he was completely beaten by two innate masters at this time.
Trapped, unable to leave even half a step.
These people were obviously very afraid of Nangong Xuan. They couldn't help but stop when they heard this. Only the middle-aged short man who was injured by Ling Chen and almost stabbed to death by a gun stared at him with an angry face.
Ling Chen's eyes were filled with anger and lingering fear.
Ling Chen was concerned about the safety of Ling Hu, so he took the opportunity to come to Ling Hu, squatted down and checked his injuries. He saw that his mouth was only scratched by a sharp sword and there were some slight shock injuries, but it was not serious, so he was relieved. Look.
To the man who also used a gun.
This is a heroic man, he looks to be in his thirties, in his prime, and his cultivation level is already at the eighth level of Xiantian. Ling Chen feels a little better, because he is at the third level of Xiantian and can catch the sudden blow of the eighth level master.
It has already been shown how magical the White Tiger Divine Art is. There are also the three skills of Yunlong, which are indeed mysterious. They can almost kill a sixth-level innate master.
However, there are many people on the opponent side at this time. If there is only one person, even if the opponent is a ninth-level innate master, he can be very sure to kill the opponent with one blow using inherited combat skills. But in this situation, it is not suitable to use inherited combat skills. See
If the opponent temporarily stops taking action, he will be on high alert and will not take action first.
At this time, when the scum saw that these people around him were frightened by Nangong Xuan's words, he became furious and said gloomily: "What are you afraid of? I'm here! No one can touch you. Destroy that young man for me."
Poor white-haired boy."
Nangong Xuan was furious when he heard this, "Wang Hao, you scum, I can't spare you." After saying that, he suddenly shouted: "Second uncle, come out quickly, I'm in trouble."
When Wang Hao heard this, his face changed slightly, "Do you think your family is the only one with masters? Uncle, come out! The Nangong family's bullies are going to kill me!"
Both of them actually called for reinforcements.
On the other side, more than a dozen of Wang Hao's men immediately looked fierce upon hearing Wang Hao's words, especially the injured short man, whose eyes were even more vicious. The heavy sword in his hand emitted a dazzling yellow light, and they pounced on Ling Chen together with the others.
This time fourteen people moved together, nine of them attacked Ling Chen, and the other five attacked Ling Hu.
Ling Chen was also aroused with ferocity, shouted loudly, and faced him with a gun. A long spear flew up and down, like a soaring dragon, blocking with left and right, and the sound of clanking was endless. Although he was forced to retreat,
But with his exquisite marksmanship, the powerful energy of the White Tiger Divine Art, and the endless practice of Tai Chi, he could barely hold on for a while.
However, Linghu was beaten back by the five men, knocking over and smashing a large area of tables and chairs. He also suffered multiple injuries on his body, and his snow-white hair was dyed red in large areas, making him look miserable.
roar……
A frightening roar of an angry tiger came. Ling Chen turned his head and looked. He was shocked, angry and anxious. At this time, Linghu was attacked by three people. He was not allowed to leave even a step. His whole body was covered with scars. He tried his best to fight with all kinds of mysterious things.
The skill was stimulated and used frequently,
But after all, he was only at the second level of Xiantian, and he was already exhausted. And the other two people had already attacked. A long sword was about to pierce Linghu's head, and the other sword was already close to Linghu's waist. If this sword could kill him for sure,
, the spirit tiger is afraid not to be cut into two pieces.
While distracted, Ling Chen's left shoulder had been cut with a two-inch long gash by the spear, and his black clothes were dyed a strange dark red. As a last resort, Ling Chen could only resist with all his strength.
Bang……
After several muffled sounds, the nine people besieging Ling Chen suddenly retreated and looked behind Ling Chen with wary expressions.
Ling Chen turned around and saw that the five people who attacked Linghu had just gotten up from the ground, with frightened faces. A burly man in his forties stood beside Linghu with his hands clasped behind his back, a wave as strong as a mountain.
The aura was emitted invisibly. Ling Chen's mind was racing. This man gave him the feeling that he was just like Chu Bawang who broke through into the Holy Realm at that time, but he seemed to be more composed than Chu Bawang.
Sanctuary!
Two words flashed through Ling Chen's heart, and he felt a little excited. Strong people are always desirable.
At this moment, a burst of laughter came, "Brother Lie is so excited! You can bully a few little kids here when you have time!"
As the figures flashed, a thin man who looked a bit older than the burly man appeared next to Wang Hao. He looked a bit feminine, but the domineering look in his eyes was hard to conceal.
Ling Chen was shocked when he saw it, Holy Land! Another Holy Land!
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