Da Bong fights more people

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The ground suddenly cracked, and Lina was like an arrow that left the string. During the process, she clenched her fists, and the air seemed to be squeezed and exploded, making a dull and loud noise.

boom

After many years, Xu Qi'an heard the roar of a supersonic fighter jet again.

Lina's punch surpassed the speed of sound.

The sound was only for a moment, and then was replaced by a louder sound, similar to the explosion of a cannonball.

Although many people did not see this scene, or could not catch it with the naked eye, they can infer that the last explosion came from the collision of the two people based on the sound change.

The shock wave set off the bluestone slab, blowing away and knocking down the surrounding houses, trees, rockery and other things, forming a circular area with a diameter of more than ten meters.

In this circular area, there is only bare ground, and even the laid bluestone no longer exists.

Lina sat on the ground panting heavily, her right arm drooping weakly, and the entire arm, including the palm, was completely shattered.

Cao Qingyang shook his painful fist and sighed: "With strength alone, the force Gu department is unparalleled in the world."

In the third pass, he saw a burly monk standing with his palms folded, with a bitter and bitter look on his face.

"Looking at your appearance, it seems that you will not retreat? You also want to fight with me?" The leader of the purple robe said with a smile.

He immediately looked around and found that the surrounding area was shrouded in fog, which made it easy for people to lose their sense of direction.

"This seems to be a maze, and it doesn't add to your combat power." Cao Qingyang reminded: "You haven't even reached the fourth rank, are you afraid that I will slap you to death?"

Hengyuan didn't respond, he took a step back, and the mist immediately swam to engulf him.

A few seconds later, Cao Qingyang's ears moved slightly, and he slapped towards the left rear.

With a muffled snort, Heng Yuan emerged and staggered back. He was introduced into the mist again, and then appeared behind Cao Qingyang, but was pushed back fiercely by the purple-clothed lord who had already noticed it, and flew straight out.

Never got up again.

Cao Qingyang continued to move forward, penetrated the fog, and came to a courtyard, where the wind was blowing, ghosts were crying and gods were howling, and phantoms that were not realistic were floating in the air, making shrill whistling sounds.

"You are not a third grade."

Amidst the howling ghosts, Li Miaozhen stood in the air, silently looking down at Cao Qingyang.

Her body looks like a substance, but this is not the real body, but her Yinshen.

Taoists are best at spells in the realm of primordial spirits, and even wizards who are also good at this field are still inferior to Taoists.

Wu Fu is famous for his destructive power and his physical skills. Although he has no shortcomings in Yuanshen, it is not outstanding.

This grand formation of ten thousand ghosts is specially designed to restrain fourth-rank warriors.

"I'm indeed a third-rank now, but Yuanshen is still close to third-rank." Cao Qingyang said frankly.

The blood essence bestowed by his ancestors allowed him to experience the fearfulness and power of a third-rank martial artist in a short period of time, but the primordial spirit still remained at its original state.

Li Miaozhen took out an illusory mirror and took a picture in the sky, Cao Qingyang's figure appeared in the mirror.

She reached out into the mirror, photographed the figure, and snapped her fingers into a scarecrow.

One after another, the undead rushed to the scarecrow, pinning down its limbs and head.

Li Miaozhen reached out and grabbed an illusory awl in the void, which was about to pierce the scarecrow's eyebrow.

Cao Qingyang was shocked, and saw the scarecrow explode violently, blasting the undead who were pressing on him into powder.

Li Miaozhen raised her head, and suddenly burst into a scream.

In the formation, densely packed ghosts also raised their heads and let out shrill screams.

The invisible sound waves pierced Cao Qingyang's brain like steel nails, disturbing his primordial spirit and destroying his sanity.

At the same time, the clothes on Cao Qingyang's body betrayed one after another. The belt tried to strangle him, the clothes tried to bind him, and the left and right sleeves were knotted, binding his hands in disguise.

Taking advantage of the other party's trance, Li Miaozhen swooped down, turned himself into a sharp arrow, and shot at Cao Qingyang's eyebrows.

Behind her are thousands of troops.

The undead surrounded her and followed her.

Cao Qingyang woke up in time, bit the tip of his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Chi Chi Chi

The undead touched the blood mist, screamed and dissipated.

Li Miaozhen rolled in pain in the air and let out a shrill cry, her spirit dimmed a bit.

"But my qi and blood are of the third grade, and the blood on the tip of my tongue is as strong as the yang. If you haven't become a yang god, you won't be able to bear my blood." Cao Qingyang laughed.

"It's not easy to raise ghosts. Do you put away these dead souls yourself, or will I save them for you?" He said with a smile.

Li Miaozhen tried her best, and her Yin spirit returned to her body, then took off the sachet at her waist, untied the knot, and took the dead soul back.

Breaking through five levels in one go, the layout of the Yueshi Villa was painstaking, but in front of Cao Qingyang, it was like a child's play, smashing the ancients and destroying the rotten, crushing breakthrough.

"President Cao is unparalleled in the world, and he is a first-class hero in the world."

"It's unbelievable. I thought it would be a tough battle, but I didn't expect it to be so easy."

"Leader Cao, I don't know if I can get a share of the pie, but I am willing to work for the Martial Arts League."

The mighty people drove straight along the road opened by Cao Qingyang.

Everyone's faces were full of smiles. They really didn't expect Cao Qingyang to be so strong, turning a fight between dragons and tigers into a play.

The formations that the high-grade warlocks worked so hard to arrange, and the outstanding disciples of the two sects of heaven and man personally sit in the guards, these are not enough to hinder Cao Qingyang.

Potential like a broken bamboo.

If League Leader Cao hadn't stepped into the third rank, it might have been a tough fight, but now, there is no obstacle at all to take the Nine Colors Lotus, so it can be said that it is easy to catch.

"It turns out that the leader of the alliance has a plan in mind, no wonder he never cared about our attitude, and he didn't care about the withdrawal of Yang Cuixue and Fu Jingmen." The leader of Qianjimen said with emotion.

"Then why he summoned us?" Lan Xinhui's stubborn Xiao Yuenu murmured, and then fell silent.

The answer is obvious. The purpose of Cao Qingyang's gathering of the various gangs was not to deal with the Yuezhi Villa. Their real enemies were the Dizong and the imperial court.

Even scattered people from the rivers and lakes who come in groups are also one of the enemies to guard against.