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Chapter 0192 One Point to Kill Yuen Long

"Sir, can you use a musket?" Lin Qinxue touched the red musket on her waist?

"No need."

"And you need to experience it."

"I understand!" Everyone nodded, and then pulled out their weapons.

Nowadays, except for Lu Hanzhi, the younger generations are all in the early stage of Piquan cultivation.

The vitality surged and they all jumped onto the ring.

Jinlin Guard was born, and he was extremely ruthless in his actions. This time, Chen Xiaoyao updated the ground tools and earth-level skills for everyone.

Xu Junjue's silver spear was bleeding, and Lin Qinxue's sword was cold.

Bai Huiru's bright moon palm is ruthless, and Murong's long bow and arrows are sealed with his throat.

Lu You activated the wolf demon and killed all directions.

Suddenly, everyone who entered the venue was bloody and cruel. In just a moment, the blood flowed into a river of blood on the ring, and corpses were everywhere.

On the high platform of the mountain, Myolie Wu's face changed slightly, and behind her were even more powerful men from Thirteen Villages exclaimed, "Miss, are these guys here to destroy the situation? Are they going to kill me?"

"I'll take someone to capture them!"

"Slow!" However, Myolie Wu reached out and stopped everyone behind her, "What's the hurry? It's not the one from my Thirteen Villages who died."

"I think these people have strong enough combat power and may be useful."

In just a cup of tea, there were not many warriors left on the more than a hundred arenas. Xu Junjue and others were stained with blood in black and stepped forward step by step.

However, the warriors they faced became more and more powerful in their cultivation and combat power.

There were even warriors in the middle stage of Piquan.

Moreover, these warriors were divided into two camps. Before Xu Junjue and others joined, they were always fighting at the high position in the ring.

The two sides were quite frightened by such a few people who came out halfway.

"Damn it, there are so many people who are looking for death. Even the things I believe in Zoroastrianism dare to rob? Kill them!"

At the high position, an old man in a fiery red brocade yelled angrily, and two mid-stage Piquan strong men rushed towards Bai Huirou and Murong Wan'er.

"Do it!"

Opposite the old man, a black-faced warrior also winked at his subordinates, and then two people in the middle of the Piquan period were killed towards Lin Qinxue and Lu You.

In the end, only Xu Junjue was left with a gun and rushed forward.

"Hmph, I dare to compete with me in the early stage of Piquan!?"

The black-faced old man sneered, stretched out his palm and turned into sharp claws, catching Xu Junjue's chest.

The sharp claws tear the air and burst into thunder.

The power was so powerful that there was a burst of exclamation sounding from the upper and lower parts of the platform.

"Later stage of Piquan!"

Such a powerful martial arts are so powerful that they come from sharp claws to push a hundred feet.

Xu Junjue's face also changed. He never thought that there was still a late stage of Piquan on this arena.

But even so, Chen Xiaoyao still groaned, and his vital energy turned into a layer of faint golden armor, and the ground weapon and silver spear were lying across his chest.

Bang!

Click!

But when the sharp claws fell, the layer of the vitality golden armor still shattered, Xu Junjue's silver spear escaped and retreated suddenly.

The hat on his head was also shattered.

"It's you!?"

However, looking at Xu Junjue who was gushing out of blood from the corner of his mouth, the black-faced old man's face changed drastically.

Xu Jun would never know this person, but he recognized all the Jinlin Guards in Qingzhou!

"Get down except me!"

Sure enough, Xu Junjue was injured, and Chen Xiaoyao at the foot of the mountain spoke.

"What are you??"

On the high platform, the old man in red in Zoroastrianism scolded him angrily, how could he let the other party show his attention?

The angry shout fell, and his vitality completely exploded, and he had just reached the late stage of Piquan!

Zoroastrianism is a gang that rampant in Liangzhou.

The leader has a white hair in red clothes and a white hair, and he is ranked 15th on the list of evil people, with a high status in the world!

At the foot of the mountain, Chen Xiaoyao took Xu Junjue's collapsed silver spear, narrowed his eyes slightly, stepped on his feet, rushed forward, and flashed a few times, and then he reached halfway through the mountain.

Buzz!

A golden light suddenly burst out from Chen Xiaoyao's palm, and a strange fire from the silver spear came out of his hand!

Bang bang bang!

The silver spear is like an arrow, as strong as the wind. The sound of breaking through the air exploded one after another, and fire fog pierced in the air.

The power and speed have reached the extreme terrifying level.

Qi Baifa was shocked. He could feel the terrifying power from the silver spear.

It's enough to kill him!

Tie crutch was standing in front of him, Qi Baihai wanted to stop him.

clang!

The spear could be shot and penetrated with great force, and together with its protective energy and iron crutches, they would directly shatter.

puff!

The silver spear penetrated the body and nailed the white hair onto the mountain wall.

"Uh...you, who are you??"

Qi Baihai's hands were covered in blood, holding the silver spear inserted in front of his chest.

The distance between him and Shen Xiaoyao was 150 feet long, but the force of this shot was still so fierce that even his body-protecting energy and iron crutches were shattered.

Could it be that the other party is the peak of Piquan!?

"hehe……"

At this time, Chen Xiaoyao had already landed lightly on the arena.

He never looked at the white hair again, but his eyes fell on the quietly faded Yuen Long.

"Since I've met it, do you think you can still leave?"

The body of Yuen Long, who had a change of appearance, was fixed there and then he slowly turned around.

"Haha, Lord Shen, we are really enemies and the road is narrow!"

Chen Xiaoyao also took off the hat above his head at this time, revealing his extremely evil face.

"No, you are not worthy of being my enemy."

But Chen Xiaoyao shook his head. His figure moved a hundred feet in the blink of an eye. He reached Yuan Long, stretched out his hand and burst out endless vitality.

"What!?"

Yuen Long's face changed in surprise.

He has not seen Chen Xiaoyao for a long time.

But now, although Chen Xiaoyao's cultivation has not yet broken through to the middle stage of Piquan, the strong energy of this vitality is stronger than his late stage of Piquan.

This is really weird.

"Hmph, just a little bit of energy transformation palm, Lord Shen really underestimated me!"

However, Yuen Long was not that white-haired after all. He roared and turned into a tiger-headed human body, with a bloody aura all over his body.

"Demonic martial arts!"

"He is the Demon Cult!"

The changes in Yuen Long made the Thirteen House's strong men change their faces.

Although they are a gangster in the world, at most they just borrow a way to earn some tolls, but the Demon Sect is different.

"Is your confidence the magic technique?"

"You still don't see enough in front of me!"

Chen Xiaoyao's energy was fully opened, and he stretched out his big hand and suddenly bent his four fingers, leaving only one finger.

A golden light suddenly appears at the fingertips, and the one yang finger at the fifth level of perfect state will fall directly!

During the previous battle outside Qingzhou City, Chen Xiaoyao's yang finger had already been upgraded to the fourth level.

The fifth level of the One Yang refers to the fifth level. When leaving Qingzhou, Chen Xiaoyao had already upgraded to the perfect level with ten thousand reputation values.

How powerful is the Yiyang finger in the perfect state?

The golden fingers are fifty feet long, just like a Buddhist arhat falling, specializing in destroying demons!

"No!"

After demonization, Yuan Long could naturally feel how terrible this yang finger, which was heavily blessed by Chen Xiaoyao, was.

But the finger of a yang still fell like a mountain, swallowing the Yuen Long.

boom!

With one point of view, the mountains shook wildly.
Chapter completed!
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