Small profiteers in the Three Realms

Chapter 522 Unexpected scene

A hurricane blew up in the hall for no reason, and a huge white fist appeared in midair.

With the power to kill everything, the fist print hits the countless sword shadows head-on.

Like a broken bamboo, the fist seal smashed all the sword shadows, just like crushing thousands of ants to death.

The sword shadows condensed into substance fell to the ground one after another, making a clanging sound.

Li Mu's body was shaken, and he fell to the rear suddenly, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

There was a dead silence in the hall, and everyone was dumbfounded.

One blow seriously injured Li Mu! ! !
This... this is impossible!
Li Mu was already a strong man in Qi Immortal Realm, how could he be seriously injured by the opponent's blow?
Unless the opponent is Yuxianjing, or even higher!
After thinking of this possibility, everyone's eyes on Lin Zheng changed!

Li Mu was already an unborn genius, how could Lin Zheng be so much stronger than Li Mu?

Chang Qingzi helped Li Mu up, took out the porcelain bottle from his arms, stuffed a large handful of pills into Li Mu's mouth, and then slowly worked his luck to help Li Mu dissipate the stamina in his body.

He had already stepped into the threshold of the Immortal Realm, and he knew the severity of Lin Zheng's blow.

That blow seemed inconspicuous, and it didn't send Li Mu flying a hundred meters away, but it was the most terrifying.

This shows that the opponent's control of power is close to the realm of transformation, and is about to reach the realm of returning to nature!
Li Mu was lying in Changqingzi's arms, with blood on the corner of his mouth, and his face was as pale as paper.

He firmly grabbed Chang Qingzi's arm and said unwillingly: "Father, kill him, kill him!"

Changqingzi said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, Mu'er! Even if you have no relationship with him, dad can't let him leave alive! Being able to come out of the parallel world means that he has the power of a white tiger, and this great gift must be given to him." For the Lord God!"

After saying that, he asked other disciples to support Li Mu, and said to Raphael and the others: "Everyone, the time has come for meritorious service. We will work together to take him down, and His Excellency the Pope will definitely reward him!"

Hearing Changqingzi's words, Raphael and the others were taken aback, and their complexions became a little ugly.

At this moment, they are neither advancing nor retreating.

Fighting against the strength of the white tiger, they have no confidence to win.

However, if you don't meet the enemy head-on, you will definitely be punished by the Pope!

After thinking twice, they looked at each other and nodded.

Wealth is in danger!
If you don't fight, you will definitely die.

There may be a glimmer of hope.

The white-robed magician Raphael whispered: "Changqingzi, your Shushan Sword Formation is famous all over the world, it's time to activate it!"

Changqingzi nodded: "I'll trouble you to deal with it first, I'll go back as soon as I go!"

Although he was a hundred unhappy in his heart, Raphael still said: "Go and come back quickly, I'm afraid we won't last long!"

"understand!"

Chang Qingzi responded, his figure flickered, and he walked into the apse.

Qin Xiong glanced at Lin Zheng, turned around and followed Chang Qingzi.

The geographical location of Mount Emei is extremely particular, and it is a place where spirits gather.

Although the aura of heaven and earth has been thin over the years, the Shushan Sword Formation still cannot be underestimated.

He has turned against Shu Shan, so naturally he can't just watch Changqingzi sacrifice his weapon!
Raphael looked at the people in the hall and said loudly: "Everyone, it's time to serve the Lord God! Give it to me!"

After the words fell, the white-robed magician raised his staff and rushed out first.

With the leader, everyone also had confidence in their hearts, and they all picked up guys and went straight to Lin Zheng and the others.

"Group fights? I like it!"

Monk Bujiao roared excitedly, raised a pair of fleshy palms, and rushed into the crowd.

"Hey!"

Aiden sighed: "I thought of resolving this matter peacefully, but now it seems that it is absolutely impossible! Forget it, I should move my old bones!"

After finishing speaking, he followed closely the steps of Bujiao monk and went straight to Medha.

As a member of the Holy See, he has the confidence to kill this young chick first.

Taking advantage of the melee among the crowd, Platik and Bassong looked at each other, understood, and joined forces to rush towards Lin Zheng.

One is the supreme venerable of the Vedas, and the other is the strongest wizard in Thailand. The combination of the two cannot be underestimated.

Before the figure arrives, the gust of wind comes first.

Pratik's body exudes multicolored light, like a divine presence.

The blue light on the palms of those hands was dazzling, many times stronger than that of the dead Ramanujam.

However, it was Basong, who was covered in black smoke, that really alerted Lin Zheng.

Before getting close, the eerie and strange aura has already unfolded, as if the gate of the underworld has been opened.

In the blink of an eye, Pratik came up close, intending to compete with Lin Zheng in strength.

His palms rushed towards his face with a gust of wind like blades, with the potential to shatter the ground.

"Good come!"

Lin Zheng snorted and raised his palms to meet him.

At the moment when the four palms were about to meet, Ba Song appeared behind Lin Zheng like a ghost.

Lin Zhengwei twitched his lips, he was already prepared to deal with this wretched guy.

At this moment, an unexpected scene happened.

Ba Song's attack on Lin Zheng was just a feint, but his real target was Qin Yaoyao who was fighting fiercely at the side.

The sudden change made Lin Zheng's pupils shrink, he didn't expect Basong to make such a noise.

Seeing Lin Zheng distracted, Basong smiled triumphantly.

This was exactly the strategy he had negotiated with Pratek.

They saw that Lin Zheng had unusual feelings for Qin Yaoyao, so they wanted to use Qin Yaoyao to disturb Lin Zheng's mind, and then deal him a fatal blow.

Pratik's palm technique is a secret technique that has been passed down for thousands of years in the I country, and even if he does not die, he will be seriously injured by this palm.

bang~~~
A roar sounded, Pratik's palms evaded Lin Zheng's defense, and hit him on the chest impartially.

Seeing that Pratik had succeeded, Bassong turned around, came to Lin Zheng's back again, and stabbed the magic pestle emitting green light towards Lin Zheng's back.

"careful!"

Sensing the crisis, Qin Yaoyao hastily issued a warning.

However, it was too late, Bassoon and Pratek had already succeeded.

The roar had already attracted everyone's attention to Qin Yaoyao's warning, and they watched it one after another.

When they saw that Lin Zheng was pinched by the two and succeeded, they were shocked.

"Have you got it?" Someone asked in a low voice.

"Probably didn't run away. Pratik is the venerable of the Vedas, his palm can split wind and rocks, and Bassong is best at poison, the poison on his weapon will kill him!" Another person said excitedly.

However, an unexpected scene happened again.

Lin Zheng stood there with his expression unchanged and indifferent.

Everyone didn't understand what was going on, but Pratik and Bassong, who were the parties involved, were very clear.

They stared blankly at the armor-like golden fairy power that appeared on Lin Zheng's body, and were dumbfounded on the spot.

What kind of power can stop two people from attacking at the same time?

The two of them were puzzled, confused, and hesitant.

However, Lin Zheng didn't give them a chance to think again.

The two palms were struck out at the same time, and they were directly inserted into their chests...

(End of this chapter)