Invasion of another world: starting with slime

Facing such a powerful He San, a group of nobles didn't know how to treat him for a while.

Of course, they don't count.

"By the way, didn't Deacon Gao say that he found demon energy in He San's residence? Find it quickly and see what else he has to say."

"It makes sense, he was almost taken astray, and now he should have no way to justify."

"It's not necessarily true. What Mr. He San said is indeed reasonable. Besides, why didn't Deacon Gao take action so long?"

"What do you know, Deacon Gao must have his considerations."

"Okay, what's the noise, let's see."

"it is good……"

He San naturally heard the discussion of these nobles, and looked at Gao Yunchu curiously.

"Deacon Gao, you said that demon energy was found in the place where I live. Why don't you show such important evidence?"

He San has checked carefully and found no trace of magic energy.

Gao Chuyun looked at He San's eyes suddenly changed, and there was still a little playfulness in his indifferent.

There was a sound of piercing through the air, and twelve people dressed as guards jumped out from the darkness and surrounded He San tightly.

Powerful magic power surged from everyone, exuding the terrifying power of a ninth-level professional.

He San stood up with a serious expression.

"I would like to give you a piece of advice to all the nobles. Now, run as far as you can."

When Yu Xiangming mentioned Zhu Yu, he ran out in a whoosh. Seeing this, the others also ran away in a hurry.

Naturally, some people wanted to watch the excitement, but they had no choice but to give up seeing that the Marquis Yu, who had the highest force value among the crowd, had run away.

It's impossible to watch the excitement with your life.

Yu Xiangming ran a thousand meters away and stopped on the roof of a tall building, and Zhu Yu was sitting next to him.

"It's a good place, with a wide view and a clear view."

Zhu Yu is just an ordinary person. He tried his best to glance in the direction of He San Xiaoyuan, and said angrily, "Look at that, can I see clearly from such a distance!"

Yu Xiangming didn't care, and replied casually: "When you see clearly, you're gone, what a fart!"

Zhu Yu was speechless for a moment.

The current situation is getting bigger and bigger, more and more outrageous, and their group of nobles are also living a precarious life.

"Hey, your son was thrown by He San. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise. He left early and didn't stay in the manor. If you belch here, your son will directly take over the position of Marquis."

"You fart, I can live well without you. After all, I really have to thank He San."

Seeing that everyone was leaving far away, Gao Chuyun did not stop them, but instead asked the ordinary guards to evacuate together.

Only He San, twelve ninth-level guards, and Gao Izuyun standing aside were left on the scene.

He San stretched out his hand towards Gao Chuyun and hooked it.

"Why, isn't Deacon Gao doing something? Come on."

Gao Chuyun gave an order, and twelve ninth-level professionals took out their weapons.

Six melee classes, six spellcasters.

Facing twelve opponents of the same level at the same time is still a bit troublesome for him, not to mention that Gao Izuyun is still watching from the sidelines, which is a genuine holy rank.

He San was surrounded by six melee fighters, and the six casters raised their staffs and waved them. A khaki light flashed on the bodies of the 12 people, and illusory yellow armor appeared on them.

This is a shield before the fight.

He San prefers to take the initiative, and it's better to take the initiative.

As soon as he stepped on the ground, he turned into a black shadow and rushed towards one of the melee fighters holding a big stick.

Seeing this, the man smiled.

"How dare you, watch me smash your skull with a stick."

The other five people quickly surrounded him, pointing their weapons at He San's head, neck, back and other vital positions.

He San's choice was also intentional. According to the data given by the system, this opponent with a big stick had the highest strength attribute, but his agility was very different from He San's.

He has the talent of devouring, and ordinary physical attacks will not cause damage. The opponent is a ninth-level professional, and the attacks caused are absolutely impossible to exceed the upper limit of his tolerance, which is more maneuverable.

He San rushed in front of the opponent, raised his left hand high to resist the opponent's big stick attack, clenched his fist with his right hand, and pointed directly at the opponent's face.

A posture of sacrificing his life and exchanging injuries for injuries.

Seeing He San rushing directly in front of him, the guard holding a big stick was overjoyed, and his expression became more ferocious.

"Good boy, if you want to exchange injuries with me, you have to exchange your life."

From the time he was promoted to the ninth-level berserker, no professional below the holy level could withstand his full blow.

Instantly turned on the third level of berserk, the whole body was surrounded by a scarlet aura, the power was more than doubled, and the already powerful power became even more terrifying.

He seemed to be able to foresee the bloody and bloody scene of the young man in front of him, as well as the eyes that contained remorse, horror and unwillingness.

Seeing this scene, the other eleven guards also moved a beat slower, a little dazed.

They knew Wei Liu's terrifying power. This guy actually went up to him, fighting with his bare hands and a berserker with a level three berserker.

They felt that they might not even need to make a move, since the battle was about to end anyway.

Among the crowd watching from a distance, a small group of people around Yu Xiang Ming frowned.

"This kid really doesn't know how to live or die. How can he be tough with a berserker who turned on a berserk? That's a complete mad dog."

"To be honest, I still like this kid quite a bit. He is strong and fierce enough. I'm afraid it will be here."

"I think, this kid is besieged by twelve ninth-orders. He has almost no chance of winning. The only hope is to open a breakthrough. Unfortunately, he chose the wrong opponent."

"If I were him, I'd choose the skinny guy. Although that guy is a melee fighter, he's not a strong one anyway. With He San's strength, he might be able to defeat the enemy with one blow."

"Tch, that's the ninth rank. Come on, who can you beat?"

"Boss, this kid won't just die here."

Yu Xiangming stared at the battlefield closely, and just replied.

"Look then."

Returning to the center of the battle, He San almost crashed into Wei Liu's arms, his fist twisted and twisted due to the terrifying strength and speed.

The big stick lingering in the scarlet breath hit He San's left arm solidly, and at the same time, his fist approached the opponent's head.

Kachacha~
The sound of bones breaking was clearly heard in everyone's ears, and He San's entire arm was twisted into a strange shape, embedded in the left side of his body.

bang~
bang~
Two impact sounds came, and everyone looked at the battle center in shock, dumbfounded.

In the blink of an eye, the results of the first confrontation had already appeared.

"This is impossible!"

"How did you do it?"

"Did you see clearly?"

"Is this something a human can do?"

"This is too scary!"

A group of strong men who were still worried just now petrified collectively, and turned their heads to look at their boss stiffly.

"Boss, am I hallucinating?"

Yu Xiangming clenched his fists and took a deep breath.

"Good boy!"

In the small courtyard, He San punched forward with his right hand, leaned forward, raised his left leg high, and his left arm was out of shape.

The posture is weird, and a little miserable.

In front of him, half of Wei Liu's head had disappeared, and he was paralyzed in the ruins of the collapsed wall, obviously unable to survive.

At the side and rear, Wei Shi, who looked thinner, had a head-sized hollow in his chest, which was transparent from front to back. His body slowly slid off the roof and fell to the ground without a sound.