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Chapter 92 Immortals

How strong is Ding Gong's body qi that has reached the innate extreme state?

According to Ding Gong's own estimate, unless it was a specially modified large-caliber sniper rifle, it would be impossible to break his body's true energy.

As for ordinary firearms, Ding Gong's release of body protection zhenqi can be completely ignored.

The body protection zhenqi has its own counterattack ability. If anyone hits it at close range, the terrifying force of the rebound is enough to cause internal injuries to ordinary innate warriors.

Although the horse thief blessed himself with heresy techniques, which made his flesh-like sword hard to hurt, it was not worth mentioning in front of Ding Gong.

Therefore, the horse thief kicked the zhenqi on the body shield, and immediately retracted like an electric shock.

The metacarpal bones of his feet had been shattered at this time, and a stream of Nine Yang True Qi entered his right foot along with the rebounding force, crazily destroying the meridians of his right leg.

Like ten thousand ants biting and burning, the horse thief suffered endlessly.

"what!"

Unable to bear it any longer, the horse thief threw away the sword, frowned and let out a scream, and retreated quickly, his right leg trembling violently during the whole process.

Touch the ground lightly, and lift up quickly as if being pricked by a needle.

"Zhu Ming!"

Hearing this scream, Wang Po, the leader of the female horse thief who was fighting with Uncle Jiu, and Zhu Dou, the other horse thief, changed their expressions and looked towards Ding Gong.

Ding Gong shook his right hand holding the broadsword with three fingers, released the back of the knife and quickly grasped the handle, stepped out and chased after the horse thief Zhu Ming.

True Qi swam in Ding Gong's body, a stream of Nine Suns True Qi and a wisp of golden sword intent poured into the big knife in his hand, Ding Gong raised the knife calmly and slashed at the horse thief Zhu Ming.

Under their watchful eyes, there suddenly appeared a soft sound like the sound of a sword or a knife.

Zheng!
A brilliant glow bloomed on the blade of the broadsword.

"what!"

The horse thief Zhu Ming's pupils suddenly shrank into a dot, and there was a gleam of light in his eyes. His face was full of fear and despair, but his body was moving backwards crazily.

Even though he found that there was nowhere to hide, the survival instinct in his body was still driving his body.

The next moment, the spatula flashed across his neck.

The body receded, but the head rolled along to the ground.

The head flew away from the body, and after taking two steps back, the horse thief Zhu Ming's body also fell to the ground. Blood gushed out from his neck like a fountain, and his limbs were still twitching slightly.

"what!!!"

Seeing the horse thief Zhu Ming being beheaded by Ding Gong, the horse thief Wang Po and the horse thief Zhu Dou's pupils dilated, and a strong look of pain and resentment appeared on their faces.

"Humph."

They were distracted by the beheading of the horse thief Zhu Ming, but Uncle Jiu was not distracted, his eyes were sharp, he bit his finger and smeared blood on the mahogany sword in his hand, and with his magic power, he slashed at the nearest horse thief Zhu Dou.

The blood on the mahogany sword glowed slightly under the blessing of mana, making the seemingly ordinary mahogany sword look a bit extraordinary, like a magic weapon.

With a soft chirp, the horse thief Zhu Dou's body, which was originally invulnerable to swords, was instantly cut by the mahogany sword, his skin was torn apart, and a long and deep gash appeared on his chest.

"what!"

The magic was broken, and there was another big gash on his body. The horse thief Zhu Dou couldn't help screaming in pain, and stepped back slowly.

"Zhu Dou!"

Hearing the horse thief Zhu Dou's screams, the horse thief Wang Po returned to her senses instantly, seeing the horse thief Zhu Dou being injured by the ninth uncle, the resentment in her eyes became more and more intense, as if it was about to turn into substance.

Looking at her, even Uncle Jiu felt a little creepy when he was caught off guard.

Uncle Jiu couldn't help looking at the horse thief Wang Po with some vigilance, and tightened his hand holding the mahogany sword.

No matter who is forced to a certain point, some kind of ability that was unimaginable in the past will explode.

For example, a rabbit will bite when it is anxious.

The horse thief Wangpo is quite profound in heresy techniques, and in terms of cultivation base, I am afraid that she has reached the level of an earth master. Although she is not as high as him, it does not mean that she is weak.

This kind of person who practiced heresy sorcery must have some cards in his body. If he was careless, he might fall into her hands.

However, what happened next was a bit beyond Uncle Jiu's expectation.

The horse thief Wang Po came to the horse thief Zhu Dou, supported him, gave Ding Gong and Uncle Jiu a bitter look, and then quickly ran to the rear.

Don't look at the horse thief Wang Po with a person, the speed is not slow at all, and she can go several meters in one run.

"Want to run."

Seeing the horse thief Wang Po who wanted to escape, Ding Gong raised the corner of his mouth slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and directly threw the big knife in his hand at them.

"No, let's go."

Seeing this scene, the horse thief Zhu Dou's face changed drastically, enduring the severe pain, he pushed the horse thief Wang Po out, and then blocked the flying sword.

snort~
The next moment, the big knife stabbed directly into his chest, and then penetrated his entire chest cavity, half of the knife was exposed on his back with blood.

"what!"

Seeing this scene, the horse thief Wang Po who was pushed out couldn't help but let out a sharp and piercing yell, causing the surrounding villagers to look pained, and hurriedly covered their ears.

Afterwards, the horse thief Wangpo took a quick look at Ding Gong with extremely resentful eyes, and her gaze passed over the horse thief Zhu Dou who fell on the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and turned into a bunch of bats and flew towards the depths of the forest.

"No, she's running away!"

Uncle Jiu couldn't help but change his expression when he saw this scene, because the bunch of bats had already flew more than ten meters away, and the speed was extremely fast, even if he wanted to chase them, he was powerless.

at this time.

Ding Gong raised his head and stomped on the ground, and with a muffled sound, he rushed out like lightning, chasing after Wang Po who turned into a bat.

Transferring the strong Nine Yang True Qi to his right hand, Ding Gong slapped out the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms against the bats in the air.

Ang~
With the golden light shining, there was a sound of dragon's breath, and a translucent mini five-clawed golden dragon that was more than ten centimeters roared out from Ding Gong's right palm.

It rose against the wind, from small to large, and in less than two seconds, it was already seven or eight meters long.

Just like a real dragon revived, the five-clawed golden dragon turned into a five-clawed golden dragon with the strength of the eighteen palms of Jianglong and the true energy of nine suns roared towards the horse thief Wangpo turned into a bat at an extremely fast speed.

But in the blink of an eye, the five-clawed golden dragon caught up to the horse thief Wang Po, and the terrifying palm force enveloped the pile of bats she turned into, and bombarded out with force.

"Ah~"

There was another scream, the bats dispersed, and the figure of the horse thief Wangpo fell from the air, and hit the ground hard with a plop, causing the dead leaves around to fly up.

Ding Gong's expression didn't change much when he struck down the horse thief Wang Po who wanted to run away with one palm. He was always calm and confident, and walked towards her step by step.

"..."

And the nearby villagers were stunned at this moment, looking at Ding Gong with eyes as if they were looking at a god.

The person who can play the dragon is not a god, what else is it?
It must be a fairy.

The villagers looked at Ding Gong with fiery eyes, with this idea in their minds.

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