I asked you to practice martial arts, but I didn’t ask you to kill gods!

Chapter 213 Mental Thorn

A real battle is never about the number of people, but about the strongest person.

Because the strongest is not only a deterrent, but also a flag.

The people surrounding them were all frightened when they saw that the strongest person was gone.

I don’t know who screamed.

"Withdraw!~"

As soon as the voice went down, all the people who were attacking me started to run away.

Yang Fan and others breathed a sigh of relief.

Because the pressure brought by these people is too strong.

If it is delayed for a while, there will be casualties if the protection is not complete.

But Chen Feng was anxious.

The sword was swung faster.

"Chase, don't let anyone go."

Yan Gang and others were stunned and glanced at Yang Fan with questioning eyes.

Yang Fan was also puzzled, but Chen Feng had already chased him out, so what else could he do.

He roared.

"Chase!~"

When he was done, he added: "Those who are not strong enough to be in the Zongheng realm are left to clean up the battlefield."

Looking at their chasing figures, Fei Ruofeng said something.

"What is Chen Feng doing, chasing after everyone else? Wouldn't it be better to just leave?"

Pan Xiaobai interrupted: "I forgot what Chen Feng said just now. I think this is good. It is rude to come and go without reciprocating. Failure to eradicate the root cause will definitely be a disaster. Okay, everyone, move quickly to prevent a second sneak attack."

When they were cleaning up the battlefield.

Chen Feng and others have already chased him far away.

Su Yue was indeed the strongest. Anyone who ran slowly was beaten into blood foam by one punch.

Yang Fan pursued his opponent who was also in the seventh level. He didn't care about killing the enemy, he only cared about entangling him and creating time for Su Yue.

The remaining Yan Gang and others are chasing those who are in the same realm.

I saw that Chen Feng and others were still lingering.

Someone noticed that Chen Feng, the commander, was making a sneak attack in the crowd. This was unbearable.

An eighth-grade Zongheng stared at him.

"You bastard, die!"

This man quickly gathered his spiritual power, and condensed his spiritual power into spiritual thorns, which he hid in his spiritual power and blasted towards Chen Feng.

Chen Feng, who was fighting against the fifth grade Zongheng, felt that danger was coming, and ignored his opponent's attack, and nimbly dodged to avoid it.

boom! ~

The Lingwei bomb missed and stirred up yellow sand.

But suddenly, I felt a pain in my brain, as if someone had hit my head with a hammer and then pushed it into a frying pan.

It was simply too painful to live with.

The man who was fighting saw the opportunity and stabbed his chest with the sword.

Chen Feng was in a state of confusion.

There was no time to resist.

brush! ~

The long sword nailed his chest accurately, and power shot out from his back through his body.

But this man was deceived.

The expected sword piercing the chest did not appear, but Chen Feng was sent flying away.

"Mader, armor, damn it."

This person didn't care about the last hit and fled quickly.

But he was quickly blasted by Su Yue with a punch...

After Chen Feng landed, he held his head in his hands, his eyes rolled white, like a dehydrated fish.

After struggling for a while, he lay down on the yellow sand without making a sound...

Seeing that Chen Feng was injured, this group of people became anxious.

No more reservations...

The group of people he chased were like lost dogs.

After chasing for dozens of miles, all the people responsible for the sneak attack were finally eliminated.

When everyone returned, they saw Chen Feng, who was half buried in the yellow sand like a dead fish.

Yang Fan quickly checked.

"Oops, I've been hit by a mental stab. If I can't resist it, it will be dangerous. Even if I don't die, I will become an idiot."

"Can it be saved?"

Su Yue shook her head when she heard this: "Take it back first."

"It can only be the."

Shortly after they left.

A team of twenty men arrived.

This team is so strong.

They did not take dune buggies or other means of transportation, but ran quickly on the yellow sand.

the strange thing is.

Every trace on the yellow sand they walked on.

If you look carefully you will find it.

There is still an undetectable distance between the soles of their shoes and the yellow sand.

Upon closer inspection, the strength of this group of people is at the lowest level of the eighth level of vertical and horizontal, and the strongest is at the peak level, there are actually as many as five people.

One of them said after checking the traces.

"Based on the fluctuations of the remaining spiritual power, the battle should have occurred five minutes ago, and the number of people was about fifty.

There is residual particle power from the peak realm.

Where we just passed by, there was a piece of sand with obvious signs of looseness, as if it had been dug up.

My personal guess is that the fight may have been caused by the discovery of ruins.

This is being chased by jealous people. "

The leader nodded.

"Can you find which direction the winner ran?"

"The traces are too badly damaged, and coupled with the speed of burial by the wind and sand here, it can no longer be found. However, if we use that thing, we will definitely find it."

"I estimate that the range should be within a hundred miles. Captain, would you like to take a look?"

"No need." The leader said: "There are many ruins and tombs here. There is no need to be jealous. Continue to your destination. No matter how strong the things outside you are, they are not as direct as your own strength."

No one disagrees with this.

Because this is their true portrayal...

Yang Fan and others did not know that they had escaped a crisis.

When they took Chen Feng back, Wang Hao and others were shocked.

"What's wrong with the madman, Captain Yang Fan, what's going on?" Wang Hao lay next to Chen Feng and looked at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan shook his head: "I've been hit by a spiritual thorn. I'm in danger."

"Let me take a look." Lin Na walked over and started checking.

"The vital signs are normal and the cells are active, but the bioelectronics are a bit weak, as if he is seriously ill."

"Beauty of Lin University, please save the madman." Wang Hao seemed to be seeking medical attention in a hurry.

"It's not that I don't want to save him, it's that I can't do anything about it. I'm only proficient in surgery. Mental attacks are the most dangerous. It can be said to be the last resort for both of them to fight for their lives."

Lu Mengning spoke: "Don't worry, Chen Feng will be fine."

brush! ~

Everyone's eyes swept over.

Lu Mengning explained: "He will not die even if he practices "Jiyuan", so a small mental attack is nothing."

"Hey!~"

While everyone was speechless, they suddenly discovered a fact.

That is, without Chen Feng, everyone seems to have lost their backbone, and they don't know what to do while standing there.

Finally someone spoke.

"Well, captain, what should we do next?"

Facing everyone's gaze, Yang Fan felt at a loss.

His eyes swept over the people present.

But everyone looked like a novice.