Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 374: Avengers



As the saying goes, battlefields change rapidly.

This sentence should be used here exactly.

No one expected that the barbarians and the King of Zhenbei, who were fighting to the death and were as fierce as fire and water just a moment ago, would suddenly form an alliance at this moment and point their spears at the mysterious strong man holding the sword of the state.

Facing the gazes of the five top masters, Xu Qian'an licked his lips and showed a ferocious, bloodthirsty smile.

"You seem very excited? Do you really think that you can fight five people with the sword of the state?" The King of Zhenbei narrowed his eyes and sneered:

"Looking at your breath, it is also a third-grade. It happens that the effect of the blood pill is not enough, so use your life essence to make up for it." The life essence of a third-grade master is not worse than that of a blood pill. To be more precise, the King of Zhenbei refined the blood pill for the huge life energy to push him to the second-grade level.

The essence is "huge life energy". The blood pill refined by 300,000 people is life energy, and the blood essence of a third-grade master is also life energy.

It's just that it's too difficult to kill a third-rank warrior at ordinary times, and it's far less easy than massacring a city.

Hearing the words of the King of Zhenbei, Zhu Jiu and Jili Zhigu licked their lips and showed a greedy look.

It's not such a good opportunity to surround and kill a third-rank warrior at ordinary times. The Barbarians and the Monsters are allies, with two third- rank warriors, and although there is only one third-rank warrior, the King of Zhenbei, in the North, he has the advantage of home court, with a city defense array and heavy killing magic weapons.

It's a tough bone in itself, and secondly, the King of Zhenbei will definitely not defend Yunzhou City to death. He and Zhu Jiu can't stop a third-rank warrior who just wants to escape.

And if the King of Zhenbei is not killed, it will only cause the backlash of Dafeng. They are afraid that Wei Yuan will march north again.

So there are occasional conflicts between the two sides, but there is no such large-scale battle.

It's different now. Now there are five top masters who are surrounding and killing a third-rank warrior. Even if the opponent has the Sword of the Nation, at most it's just a needle stuck in the barbecue, which is difficult to eat, but it's just difficult.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Xu Qiyan stuck the Zhenguo Sword into the ground, raised his hands, held his face, raised his head, and let out a hoarse and strange laugh:

"After suppressing it for so long, I can finally release my strength. Five third-grade yellow-haired boys are barely enough for me to have a meal."

Then, he raised a finger and announced: "Phase 1."

The King of Zhenbei and others raised their eyebrows, thinking that the other party was either bluffing or had lost some self-awareness because of the power brought by the blood pill.

Hey, Master, you are too arrogant. Although you may have been very strong when you were alive, you are only a broken arm and a residual soul now... Xu Qiyan also felt that something was wrong with Shenshu's state.

Every time he showed his immortal body, Shenshu would become weird, his temperament changed drastically, as if he had become a different person.

"Bluffing!"

The wizard snorted coldly, opened his palm, and pointed at Xu Qi'an: "Bad..." What he wanted to say was "die", and used the curse to give this suddenly insane strong man a heavy blow.

But halfway through the word "die", "Xu Qi'an" suddenly put his index finger against his lips, and said in a boastful tone, lowering his voice: "Shh, keep your mouth shut."

In an instant, the wizard felt that his mouth was sealed by an invisible force. No matter how hard he tried to open his mouth, he couldn't make a sound.

Xu Qi'an then disappeared and output in close combat.

A round of dazzling light burst out, and outsiders could not see the details of the battle at all. They could only understand the fierceness of the battle through the continuous explosions and thunderous noises.

Then a figure fell and flew out. After stimulating the blood and qi, the wizard of the Wushen Cult swelled his body, which was originally taller than the blue giant Jili Zhigu.

But now he was beaten back to his original form, with a sunken chest and a transparent sword hole in his abdomen. His left hand was cut off at the shoulder, and the broken end was even, which was cut off by a sword.

The high-grade wizard quickly retreated, stimulating his blood and qi in the process, and using the power of the ninth-grade blood spirit to repair his wounds and reshape his broken arm.

"Be careful, he has no weaknesses, I can't find his weaknesses." The wizard said in a deep voice.

The third-grade wizard is called "Spiritual Wisdom", who can see through the enemy's weaknesses and flaws in his moves, and thus plan an effective attack or counterattack plan for himself.

The biggest feature of Linghui is that he is at ease, like a powerful person who is high above you. No matter how crazy you attack, he will never panic

and resolve it.

"Are you a Buddhist?"

Zhu Jiu screamed, instinctively fearful, and his vertical eyes immediately burst out with hatred.

Five hundred years ago, whether it was the southern demons that were destroyed in a century, or the northern demons that are now lacking in talent, they all suffered from Buddhism and were educated by Buddhism.

Two hundred years ago in Jiuzhou, the only one who could compete with Buddhism was the Confucianism of Dafeng.

Now that Confucianism has declined, Buddhism can be regarded as the largest force in Jiuzhou.

"What is Buddhism? When I reunite with my flesh, it will be the day when Buddhism will be destroyed." Xu Qian'an laughed wildly, like a lawless

madman.

A golden light suddenly came and hit Shenshu directly, but hit the

afterimage.

The next moment, Zhu Jiu, who had made a sneak attack, was startled, turned around suddenly, and shot out golden light from his eyes.

A figure just appeared there, and was torn apart by the golden light. It turned out to be just an illusion.

Puff!

"Xu Qi'an" with devilish flames all over his body fell on the back of the red giant python. He stabbed the bronze sword into the back of the giant python, dragged it, and ran wildly on this red road.

The Zhenguo Sword cut the flesh of the giant python and cut off the cervical

vertebrae.

Clusters of blood-colored flowers bloomed behind him.

Zhu Jiu roared shrilly, and the huge snake body turned over and rushed around

in the city. In the eyes of the soldiers on the top of the city, it was like

a mad snake rushing into the sand table.

At this time, the blue giant Jili Zhigu appeared silently behind Xu Qi'an and chopped down with a huge sword.

Xu Qi'an seemed to have eyes behind him, and turned around to raise the

Zhenguo Sword.

Dangdangdang....

The fine iron heavy sword like a door panel was like a toy in the hands of the blue giant. In an instant, the two fought more than 20 swords, and the heavy sword shortened inch by inch, breaking out pieces of broken iron.

Xu Qian'an jumped up, held the head of the blue giant, and swam behind him like a fish. With a click, the blue giant's face appeared on his back. The bronze sword flashed, cutting the keratin armor outside the skin, cutting the throat, and cutting the carotid artery.

The red and blue blood was like a fountain, spraying several meters high

under strong pressure.

The King of Zhenbei suddenly felt numb on his scalp. Out of the warrior's instinctive intuition about danger, he leaped forward and split the sword that was slashing towards his head.

Just as he stood firm, Shenshu followed him like a shadow and had already killed behind him. The Zhenguo Sword burst out with a brilliant golden light, as if it was going to shatter the void.

The King of Zhenbei only had the brilliant sword light in his eyes, his hair stood up, and every nerve in his body was transmitting danger signals to him, telling him: Danger, danger, if you don't avoid it, you will die!

Since the Battle of Shanhaiguan, he has not suffered a fatal threat for many

years.

At this moment, his heart calmed down, and his thoughts were clearer than ever. For some people, the more dangerous they are, the more potential they

can unleash.

The extremely talented Zhenbei King happened to be the latter.

His expression was calm, his eyes were as calm as a mirror, he clenched his fist, and hit it slowly, but it was extremely fast.

A domineering and unparalleled fist intention surged out, causing changes in the world, and the high-altitude clouds rotated in a vortex. The earth rumbled and trembled, as if it could not bear such a domineering spirit.

As we all know, the crudeness of martial arts is rare in ancient and modern times, without dazzling special effects and fancy skills. Therefore, the punch of Zhenbei King completely used his own qi to cause the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth, which was extremely terrifying.

Dang!

The fist and the sword blade collided with each other, and a loud bell sounded between heaven and earth, directly shocking the soldiers and

barbarian cavalry in the distance.

The violent energy turned into a pure shock wave, with the two people as the center, and the ground within a radius of several miles sank.

Jili Zhigu, Gaopin Wizard and others also had to temporarily avoid the sharp

edge and avoid this terrible shock wave.

Under high pressure, King Zhenbei blasted out the most peak punch in his

life.

His fist has turned into blood mud, and blood is constantly flowing from the

broken wrist.

Tyranny is the martial arts he insists on, and it is also his condensed

intention.

"Interesting, interesting, it is rare to see someone cultivate the intention

of tyranny."

"Xu Qian'an" held a sword in one hand and covered his face with the other

hand, laughing neurotically, making King Zhenbei's back cold.

"Hu, hu..."

King Zhenbei, who was slowly retreating, heard a panting sound from his side.

He glanced left and right and found that Jili Zhigu and Gaopin Wizard were

slowly approaching him.

It seemed that they were about to meet.

The head of the Dizong Dao in the distance also slowly moved his direction

and moved to the back of the three close combat masters.

They did not dare to disperse.

"He has no weaknesses, and is invincible in close combat." The wizard said in

a voice transmission.

"His body is very strange, and we can't compare to it." The blue giant also

gave his intuitive feeling.

"But he seems to have no "intention." Zhenbei King said in a voice

transmission.

His hand has not recovered yet, and his flesh and blood slowly wriggle, eliminating the light golden flame.

A Buddhist, practicing both Zen and martial arts, with a strange and terrifying body... Too strong, when did Buddhism produce such a strong man, who is he.

At this point, the five strong men no longer have the confidence they just

had.

On the roof of the house near the city wall, the Dali Temple Secretary and

the two censors stood on the roof, squinting their eyes and looking at the battlefield in the distance.

They were just mortals, and they couldn't see the details of the battle at

all. At most, they could judge the intensity of the battle from the rumbling explosions and the fluctuations of the qi that turned into a gust of wind when they blew close.

But fortunately, there is a golden gong like Yang Yan around, a fourth-rank rank, who is usually very intimidating.

Now he is also a good candidate to be a "telescope".

Liu Yushi stood on tiptoe and looked around, and asked: "Yang Jinluo, how is

the battle going?"

Dali Temple Secretary then asked: "How can the mysterious master fight five people? Is he okay?"

Yang Yan's heart was surging: "...too powerful, that mysterious master is too

powerful. Facing the siege of five third-grade masters, he suppressed them with his own strength."

"Good, good!"

Dali Temple Secretary was trembling with excitement.

While the Dafeng soldiers stopped fighting with the barbarians, the surviving

martial artists all slipped onto the city wall and each chose a place on the city wall to overlook.

Too powerful, this is the battle of the top masters.

Yunzhou City is a big city with a population of more than 300,000. Ordinary

people have to walk a whole day to cross this city.

It takes two hours to ride a horse.

Now they look down from the top of the city and see only large areas of

ruins. Only the houses near the city wall remain intact.

This is because the strong men in the city do not aim to destroy, otherwise,

I am afraid that even the four walls have been demolished.

"Fuck him, kill the King of Zhenbei, the barbarians, and the snake monster,

and avenge the people of Chuzhou City."

A young man in the martial arts world cursed.

"How dare you! The King of Zhenbei is a prince, you have committed a great

crime of disrespect."

In the distance, a black-robed spy heard the voice and became furious.

"Is what I said wrong?"

The young man in the martial arts world had the hot temper of a northerner,

with his eyes hanging, and he cursed the spy fearlessly:

"The King of Zhenbei slaughtered Chuzhou City for his own selfishness, a

bullshit prince, even the Sword of the State despises him."

"Yes, kill them, if I can save my life this time, I will definitely publicize

what the King of Zhenbei did."

The surrounding martial arts people shared the same hatred and cursed, and

pressed the hilt of the knife. The common people in the Jianghu were unruly and unruly, and they were already filled with endless anger.

They pressed the hilt of the knife not to intimidate, but to draw the knife

to risk their lives.

Seeing that the other side had a large number of people and none of them were

weak, the spy sneered: "Do you think that the monster coalition army is attacking the city, and there are internal and external troubles. In an extraordinary period, you can be lawless and slander the prince?

"I will let you know now that this Chuzhou is still the Chuzhou of the King

of Zhenbei."

After that, he waved his hand and ordered the hundreds of soldiers who stretched out their hands: "Catch these people for me. If there is resistance, kill them without mercy!"

No one moved.

The black-robed spy turned around suddenly, and the eyes under the mask

glared at the soldiers fiercely: "Do you want to disobey the military order!" The soldiers lowered their heads and remained motionless.

"Although I am a common man, I also know what scholars often say: those who are righteous will have many supporters, and those who are unrighteous will have few supporters. The King of Zhenbei is crazy and has lost the hearts of

the people.

"You, the running dog of the King of Zhenbei, dare to bark here."

A dozen people from the Jianghu drew their weapons and rushed forward,

hacking the spy to death.

The soldiers not far away still hung their heads, saw nothing, and remained

silent.

After hacking people, the Jianghu people continued to pay attention to the battlefield and overlooked the distance.

In fact, they could have used this opportunity to escape from Chuzhou City

and stay away from the place of right and wrong. But no one left, not because they liked to watch the excitement, but because they wanted to see a result. For this, even if they paid their lives, they would not hesitate.

A common man violated the ban with force, but the blood in his chest was not

extinguished.

At this time, the voice of the head of the Earth Sect: "If we don't take away the Sword of the State, it will be difficult for us to defeat him. After swallowing the blood pill, this person's strength has improved by leaps and bounds."

The words of the head of the Black Lotus Sect caused Zhu Jiu, Jili Zhigu and others to agree.

The five people kept a posture of being on guard and communicated secretly.

The flesh on the wrist of the King of Zhenbei slowly moved and recovered, and

he replied in a voice transmission: "What can you do?"

The Black Lotus Taoist leader said in a voice transmission: "I can use the formation to erode the Sword of the State, making it temporarily lose its spirituality and last for a quarter of an hour. The price is that this clone

will dissipate."

The King of Zhenbei and others were not surprised but happy. Martial artists can only act violently and recklessly. When they encounter a strong person of the same system who is stronger than themselves, they are easily suppressed.

But other systems are different, and their methods are treacherous and

changeable.

A clone of the Black Lotus Taoist leader in exchange for the other party

losing the Sword of the State for a quarter of an hour is an extremely cost-

effective deal. The giant python Zhu Jiu in the distance said in a voice transmission: "No, with the terrifying physical body, even without the Sword of the State, we

can't kill him or seriously injure him in a quarter of an hour."

Without the Sword of the State, they are confident that they can defeat the

other party, but they can't kill him in a quarter of an hour. High-quality martial artists are too difficult to kill. The King of Zhenbei pondered for a moment and said, "Perhaps, as long as our

overall strength can temporarily reach the second rank, well, I simply mean

the power of the second rank."

The promotion from the third rank to the second rank is of course not only an improvement in the qi, but also a transformation of "intention".

The blue giant sneered and transmitted: "The power of the second rank, you say there is?"

The King of Zhenbei said indifferently: "I have a formation diagram, which is the early work of the Supervisor. This formation is called Wushuang Dharma Image. It can combine the power of everyone into one and condense it into a Dharma image. There is only one, so it is called Wushuang." He asked the Supervisor for the formation diagram many years ago, because once the two tribes of the northern monsters and barbarians joined forces, he

would be unable to support himself and needed a strong means of self-

protection.

The Supervisor also felt that what he said made sense, so he gave the

formation diagram and cleared the inventory by the way. Facing a powerful enemy, the five people quickly reached a consensus. The blue giant Jili Zhigu took the lead, but his target was not "Xu Qian'an",

but aimed at a certain section of the city wall and took a fierce shot.

"Buzz..."

The soldiers and barbarian cavalry on the city wall suddenly let go of their weapons and flew into the air automatically.

Huh... Heavy weapons such as steel-cast gun carriages also flew up and

gathered at high places.

These ironwares melted into molten iron in the air, continuously discharged

impurities, and condensed into red molten iron balls.

"Xu Qi'an" held the Zhenguo Sword, with the corners of his mouth raised, and

looked at this scene defiantly.

Master, they are holding back their big moves, don't beep, anal them... Xu

Qi'an's heart trembled, and he communicated with the monk Shenshu in his

mind.

The monk Shenshu ignored him and maintained the posture of standing with the

sword, as if the signal was unstable and suddenly disconnected. In this state, Shenshu was too unruly and arrogant, I couldn't control him at

all... Uh, what gave me the illusion that I could control him... Xu Qi'an

sighed in his heart.

The wizard raised his hand, pointed his palm at Xu Qi'an, and shouted: "Die!" Shen Shu subconsciously cast a Buddhist spell to interrupt his killing spell, but at this time, the King of Zhenbei came to kill him. This Dafeng's top master was full of momentum and his fist was domineering and unparalleled. "Xu Qi'an" was interrupted from casting the spell, and raised his sword to

stab out.

Bang!

His chest suddenly sank, and the killing spell produced a huge killing effect

and interrupted his sword momentum. The King of Zhenbei took advantage of the

situation and punched Xu Qi'an in the chest.

With a bang, the fist burst out from his back, exploding the aura like a

waterfall.

At this time, the molten iron in the sky was cast into a bright red bell, and

it quickly cooled down, and the bell body was pitch black. The giant bell slammed down towards Xu Qi'an. During the process, the head of the Earth Sect turned into a black turbid stream and wrapped around the giant bell. The surface of the bell body appeared one by one. Black and twisted

runes full of evil and corruption appeared.

In an instant, this giant bell made on the spot, combined with the Taoist

master of the Earth Sect, turned into a magical instrument emitting evil black mist.

It symbolizes depravity and corrodes everything in the world.

Zhu Jiu's eyes lit up, and suddenly a black light burst out, hitting Xu

Qian'an directly, making his mind confused and his body stiff.

The giant bell slammed down.

The dust settled.

Seeing this, King Zhenbei and others showed a smile of victory in sight. Once

this bell fell, it laid the foundation for their victory.

"Dang..."

Suddenly, a palm appeared on the surface of the giant bell, a palm print

protruding outward.

"Dangdangdang..."

More and more palm prints protruded, and the shape of this magical instrument

symbolizing depravity was distorted and on the verge of breaking. Everyone's face changed. King Zhenbei no longer hesitated, soared into the

sky, and shouted: "Follow me!"

He stood in the air, his muscles swelled, and runes with white light appeared

one by one, covering every corner of his body.

The formation diagram was in his body.

The blue giant, Zhu Jiu, and the wizard all took off and crashed into King

Zhenbei.

The glowing spell spread violently, covering them synchronously, and then a

light ball that almost illuminated the entire Chuzhou City was born, like a

small sun. After a few seconds, the small sun slowly dissipated, and an unimaginably

powerful breath was born.

This breath was like a god descending, carrying the pressure of a high-level

creature, like an abyss or a prison.

A ten-foot-tall giant stood in the air, his skin was blue and red, his chest,

joints and other vital parts were covered with keratin armor, his hands and

feet were perfectly proportioned, and his muscle lines were strong.

A perfect body, a perfect body born for battle. His face was that of the King of Zhenbei. Behind his head floated an illusory

black shadow, which was the fighting spirit summoned by the wizard, with combat power added.

On the top of the city wall, the soldiers of Dafeng, the barbarians of Qingyan tribe, and the army of the demon tribe were all trembling with fear, their legs trembling constantly, their heads lowered, and they dared not look

directly at the terrible "god".

On the other side, on the roof near the city wall, the Dali Temple Secretary

and two imperial censors sat on the ground, their faces pale and trembling

with fear.

Yang Yan looked at them, his voice more solemn than ever before: "Get ready

to leave the city, leave here quickly, otherwise, we will be silenced."

The hearts of the people in the delegation sank, and Yang Yan's meaning was

very clear. The master who threatened to punish the King of Zhenbei was about

to lose.

"What's going on?"

The sudden change made several civil servants unable to understand.

Yang Yan shook his head: "I don't know what means they used, but this force

is much stronger than that mysterious master, and he has no chance of

winning.

"Let's go, let's go quickly."

He jumped off the roof with three civil servants, and Captain Chen and

Centurion Chen Xiao quickly moved to clear the way ahead. Seeing the tense faces of these warriors and their anxious escape, Liu Yushi

and others no longer had any hope, knowing that the situation had fallen into

a bad situation and that Chuzhou City could not be left any longer.

Bang!

The giant bell was torn apart by the violent force, and the clone of the head

of the Earth Sect was annihilated. Xu Qian'an, who was surrounded by demonic

flames, escaped successfully, and the bronze sword in his hand was stained

with a layer of dark ink. No more spirituality.

"It can't be used for the time being."

"Xu Qi'an" threw away the bronze sword without any care, then he raised his

head and looked at the ten-foot giant in the sky, grinning: "Why do you want to grow so big?"

The giant lowered his head, stared at Xu Qi'an, and said grimly: "I can't

wait to devour your blood, it must be delicious." "King of Zhenbei, you slaughtered the entire Chuzhou City, have you ever

thought that one day you will be punished by God?"

This time, it was Xu Qi'an's voice.

The King of Zhenbei sneered and did not answer, but the next moment, he

spoke, and the voice of Jili Zhigu sounded:

"King of Zhenbei, you are a third-rank warrior, you should be responsible for

what you did. Why do you want to blame us monsters for the massacre?"

Then there was Zhu Jiu's strange laughter: "If you massacred the city, you massacred the city. What's there to be afraid of? It's not a big deal. They are just some humble ants. When our ancestors ruled Jiuzhou, the status of

the human race was not much higher than that of livestock. "Kill them if you want to, eat them if you want to. It is a blessing for these ants to be our blood food and provide us with the essence of life. King

of Zhenbei, don't you think so too? Otherwise, how could you do such a

massacre?"

The voice turned to Jili Zhigu, who laughed and said, "King of Zhenbei, in fact, there is no difference between us, but we are more naked, and you human

race strongmen are used to covering yourself with a veil called "hypocrisy". "After today's battle, your crime of massacring the city will surely spread

all over the world. You should think about how to deal with it." The giant spoke again, and the voice of the King of Zhenbei sounded, with an

indifferent tone: "Just kill all the soldiers."

He was aloof and unruly, he was domineering and cold, and he was a hero who

was both civil and military. Such a person disdained verbal disputes.

Zhu Jiu was right, he would massacre the city, and he didn't care about the lives of mortals.

Today's matter was originally set up to hunt down Jili Zhigu and Zhu Jiu, but

now it was ruined because of the appearance of a mysterious Buddhist master,

and even his crime was made public.

Because of the disgust of the Zhenguo Sword, these soldiers in the North Border have already doubted him. Smart people, combined with the performance

of the two tribes of monsters and barbarians, the appearance of high-quality

wizards of the Wushen Religion, and other details, have long been certain

that he made pills and massacred the city.

Therefore, in the eyes of the King of Zhenbei, these soldiers in Chuzhou City

have been sentenced to death in advance.

"King Zhenbei really massacred the city..."

On the top of the city wall, a centurion murmured painfully.

"Hahaha, the human race is all fools."

A barbarian laughed loudly, laughing forward and backward: "As early as a

month ago, my barbarian spies infiltrated Chuzhou to find a place to massacre

the city. Don't you think about why our two tribes of demons and barbarians

want to attack the city today?

"Chuzhou City has bed crossbows and artillery, and a city defense formation,

and our barbarian population has always been limited and cherished. If there

is no reason, why do we attack the city? "Because we know that King Zhenbei slaughtered a large number of lives in Chuzhou, refined blood pills, and tried to be promoted to the second rank.

Hey, this is a catastrophe for our two tribes of demons and barbarians."

The barbarians' rampant ridicule was in sharp contrast to the pale faces of the soldiers.

In fact, these soldiers guarding the city are the same as the surviving

people in the world. They can escape, but they don't. Why?

Want to wait for a result.

It's not waiting for the defeat of the King of Zhenbei, but waiting for the

truth.

In the hearts of the border soldiers, the King of Zhenbei is a god-like

existence, the belief of the army, and the object of worship of the soldiers.

He guards the border, he has unparalleled cultivation, and he protects the

stability of the northern border.

All along, when the soldiers talk about the King of Zhenbei, they will clasp

their fists and raise them to the top of their heads.

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So, when Xu Qian'an scolded the King of Zhenbei for slaughtering the city, no

one believed it. Until the Sword of the State rejected him, the soldiers were

shocked, confused, painful, and unbelieving... But as long as the King of Zhenbei did not admit it, they were willing to

keep a glimmer of hope in their hearts.

But now, the last fluke has also been shattered.

"Xu Qi'an" looked up, stared at the giant in the air, and said slowly: "Phase

2."

Has the power finally been fully awakened? Master, your skill lead time is really long, or is it that the stronger the warrior, the slower the recovery

process... Xu Qi'an breathed a sigh of relief. A violent breath rushed into the sky and climbed up step by step.

It was not from the King of Zhenbei, but Xu Qi'an, who was surrounded by

magic flames. His body began to swell, two feet, five feet, seven feet, ten

feet...

During this process, a group of meat bulged at his shoulder blades, and

suddenly pierced through the skin and stretched out. Those were twelve dark

arms.

At the same time, a ring appeared behind his head, a ring burning with dark

magic flames.

This giant was all black, with knotty muscles, as if cast in black iron, with

twelve arms on his back and a ring of dark flames behind his head.

Just like, just like... a demon-possessed Buddhist Dharma image.

The giant's breath was majestic, like a god of war.

The magic flames of the Dharma image were surging, like a demon god.

"Are you also a second-grade?"

The King of Zhenbei stared at the dark Dharma image with a serious look. He

finally knew what the "first stage" just now meant. The second stage in front of him was the peak power of this mysterious strong

man, not just now.

"Second-grade?"

The dark Dharma image sneered: "Back then, I could suppress the second-grade

with one hand, regardless of any system."

The King of Zhenbei snorted coldly, and before the sound was over, he had

appeared behind the dark Dharma image and punched the back of his head.

This punch created a terrible scene like the sky falling.

The magic flame halo behind the dark Dharma image's head shattered directly,

and the body cast like black iron staggered forward.

"That's it?"

The magic flame halo condensed again, and the dark Dharma image raised the

corner of his mouth, "I haven't known what pain is for many years, and you

are almost there. King Zhenbei, you slaughtered 380,000 people in Chuzhou,

and I will punch you 380,000 times." "Just come!" King Zhenbei said proudly.

"Go, go, go quickly..."

Captain Chen roared.

The majestic and terrifying atmosphere permeated the world, and he felt suffocated, as if his heart would explode in the next second. The war of

"gods" is not something that mortals can watch.

Dali Temple Secretary and Liu Yushi and others could no longer walk, and were

held in Yang Yan's hands. The delegation ran towards the nearest city gate.

When they approached the city gate, they found that the soldiers, barbarians

and monsters fled to the city wall,

fight each other in the process.

surprisingly harmoniously, and did not

Yang Yan knew that this was fear filling their hearts.

"Go to the East City Gate, which is the closest and will not be affected by

the battle." Yang Yan made a decision and took the delegation to the top of

the

East

City.

It was far enough to provide them with a safe viewing place.

As soon as the delegation climbed up the top of the city, they suddenly heard

a "bang" in the distance. They turned their heads and saw that the King of

Zhenbei was hit by a punch and staggered back, knocking down the wall behind

him.

Dust was instantly raised and boulders rolled.

The warriors' battle was simple and unpretentious, but violent enough.

"We are watching the fight between gods, which is disrespectful..." A

barbarian said tremblingly.

The dark Dharma image rode on the King of Zhenbei, and twelve pairs of fists

fell like a rainstorm, hitting the Qi bursting, the dust rising, and the

ground collapsing.

"I don't care if you are the Prince of Dafeng or the Emperor. If you dare to

massacre the city, I will kill you!"

The dense fists hit the chest, face, and horny armor of the King of Zhenbei,

venting the most primitive violence. "No one can rely on strength to kill at will. If you think it's okay, then I

will treat you the way you treat me today." The horny armor broke, and the scarlet blood flowed all over the ground,

dyeing half of the city wall red.

This is of course Xu Qian'an speaking.

Click... Two black arms were broken, and the King of Zhenbei knocked away the

black Dharma image with a head hammer, and slowly stood up: "How ridiculous, you fight me to the death just for the ants in the city? It

seems that you don't know what the heart of a strong man is."

Although embarrassed, the King of Zhenbei's voice is still domineering,

unruly, and full of confidence.

He slowly exhaled, and the white clouds in the sky were attracted by him,

gathered together, and presented a vortex shape. As the King of Zhenbei exhaled, the broken keratin was repaired and the wound

healed.

On the other side, the two broken arms of the "Black Dharma Image" flew over

and connected to the broken ends, fitting perfectly. He said calmly: "Ten

thousand

punches."

The King of Zhenbei's face was gloomy, and his breath dropped slightly. He

raised his hand and said: "Die!"

His palm was stained with blood, the blood of the Black Dharma Image. This

curse killing technique should have caused the Black Dharma Image to suffer

heavy damage.

But nothing happened.

Because the magic flame halo behind the Black

Dharma Image was transformed

into a black relic, emitting a gentle and rich black light.

Like the

Taoist golden elixir, the Buddhist relic has the effect of being

immune to all evil.

The Black Dharma Image launched a charge, and the footsteps sounded like an

earthquake.

The King of Zhenbei lowered his waist slightly, slowly clenched his fist, and

as his five fingers closed, the air made a dull explosion sound, and he

grabbed the air. The strength can be imagined. The domineering fist intention appeared again, and the vortex-shaped clouds

in the sky suddenly collapsed.

Twelve pairs of arms suddenly merged into the right arm of "Xu Qian'an", and

also punched out, tit for tat.

The two fists slammed together, and the air wave did not spread in ripples,

but swept across the entire Chuzhou City in an instant. Like a typhoon

passing through, blowing away the ruins, blowing away

everything on the flat ground, the area within a radius of several miles was

cleared, and even the ruins did not exist.

The fist of the King of Zhenbei broke inch by inch, exploding pieces of flesh

and blood.

He roared in pain and staggered back.

The dark Dharma stepped forward, and the twelve pairs of fists continued to

attack, hitting the chest and face of the King of Zhenbei, hitting him

constantly.

"Bang bang bang!"

The fists were dense, and ordinary people could not catch them with their

naked eyes. They knocked off pieces of keratin armor, repairing and breaking

them, repairing and breaking them again.

"Is it ridiculous? Is it ridiculous to risk your life for a mortal?"

Bang, bang, bang...

"Without the people, what kind of prince are you? Whose prince are you?"

Bang, bang, bang...

50,000 punches, 100,000 punches, 200,000 punches, 300,000 punches... The body

of the King of Zhenbei broke and repaired again and again. At first, he could

fight

back, but he was injured more and more, and gradually he had no

strength to resist.

380,000 punches!

After the punches, Xu Qian'an stretched out twelve pairs of arms, grabbed the

King of Zhenbei's head, arms, waist, abdomen, legs, and lifted them high.

At this moment, Xu Qian'an's eyes swept across the silent city, across the

devastated city, and the scenes of the massacre in the city reappeared, and

the cries of 380,000 wronged souls seemed to ring in his ears.

What is a strong person?

Treating mortals like ants?

He seemed to be back in Yunlu Academy and the Temple of the Sub-Sages, and

saw himself holding a pen and writing four crooked sentences on the stone

tablet:

Establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people,

inherit the unique knowledge of the past sages, and open the balance for the

world.

"Kill him!"

Suddenly, a roar came from the top of the city. A young man from the

underworld stood on the raised parapet and roared with all his might, his

face ferocious.

"Kill him!"

A soldier couldn't help shouting, and was immediately stared at by the black-

robed spy next to him with murderous intent.

The soldier lowered his head in fear.

The black-robed spy was about to threaten, and the next second, another

soldier shouted: "Kill him."

This time, it was as if a spark fell on the grassland, setting off a prairie

fire.

More and more soldiers responded.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

In a trance, Xu Qian'an seemed to see 380,000

wronged souls appearing on the

top of the city, in the sky, and on the ground. They looked at him silently,

and

all

their voices converged into three words:

Kill him!

Twelve pairs of arms exerted force at the same time, and tore violently.

He tore the King of Zhenbei into pieces.

Blood rain poured down.

The dark Dharma image was covered in blood, like an avenger returning from

hell.