Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 212 211. Suppressing the Heroes ([-])

"Come on together, I'm in a hurry."

Hearing this, not to mention Fan Lin, Qian Longyu and others, even Qian Longren, who is the best at cultivating energy and has the calmest personality, couldn't help but change his face.

Who can become a warrior of the fourth realm, who is not a generation of geniuses?
After breaking through the four realms, wherever they went, they were filled with respectful and admiring gazes. It had been a long time since they had been directly insulted like this. Naturally, their anger surged, and their anger came up immediately. .

Fan Lin yelled angrily: "Bold madman! I don't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth!"

"It's just winning against a few unknown juniors, what kind of person do you really think of yourself?"

After all, when he stepped on the ground, white hot air burst out from his body, rushing towards An Le.

The rest of the fourth realm also showed their signature martial arts and made a bold move.

"Ghost-faced man, die!"

"Let me teach you a lesson for your parents!"

The warriors might surge violently, displaying exaggerated strength, and bursting with bursts of air waves when they punched.

Or show an extremely sharp magic soldier. Under the stimulation of blood, the magic soldier has a frightening cold light and bursts out dangerous secret power.

Or, like Zhou Shuo back then, the spiritual power was condensed and attached to the body surface, enhancing the strength and speed of the physical body.

Several fourth-level warriors with different abilities shot together.

For a time, the sky and the earth changed color again.

The dust was flying, covering the sky.

The strong wind howled, like a ghost howling, chilling and gloomy.

The air in a radius of one kilometer seemed to be becoming restless, and the spiritual power in it was particularly active.

The horrific heat wave brought by the blood force forced the spectators around to retreat again and again, terrified in their hearts, and even felt a sense of terror that the sky would collapse.

Even if this is not aimed at everyone, the aftermath alone is unbearable for them.

It was the first time for many people to see so many people besieging one person in the fourth realm.

Even the ghost-masked man, who had just shown his might just now, probably couldn't win over these strong men.

Huang Yueshan, who was on the sidelines, sighed inwardly, feeling sorry for the recklessness of the ghost-masked man: "He shouldn't be so arrogant and provocative."

"If you fight alone and break down one by one, there may be a little chance..."

On the other side, Qian Longyu originally planned to use his best body technique surprise attack, but was stopped by his brother.

Qian Longyu asked aggrievedly: "Brother? It's all now, and you still have to bear it?"

In fact, Qianlongren's heart was also full of anger, but rationality still drove him to make a sober decision.

He explained: "Don't be in a hurry, let them try the method of the ghost-masked man."

"It would be great if he could be easily killed. If the ghost-masked man can barely maintain it, then it's not too late for us to take action."

Qianlongren still has his own plans in his stomach.

This ghost-masked man is certainly hateful, but apart from Fan Lin, the other strong men from the four realms are not on the same journey as them, and they may fight because of the reward in the future.

Instead of waiting until then to turn against each other, it is better to let these people and the ghost-masked man touch each other first, and both sides will suffer from the encounter, so that their brothers can reap the benefits of the fisherman.

It is naturally impossible for Qianlongren to speak out such private thoughts, and it is not convenient for him to discuss them with his brother in detail.

"Oh... you are always like this, brother."

Qian Longyu sighed, although he was dissatisfied with his brother's decision, he still followed it honestly.

He turned his head to look at the top of the barren mountain, thinking to himself: "Now, I'm afraid we won't even have a chance to make a move."

"The ghost-masked man probably won't be able to last long, but it's a pity...you can't teach this arrogant kid with your own hands."

As soon as Qian Longyu had this idea, he suddenly heard a loud bang.

Not far away from the position of the ghost-faced man's eyes, there seemed to be a burst of flames, and the light penetrated through the strange armor, like two bright stars.

Boom!
Immediately afterwards, there was another loud bang, as if a heavy hammer had slammed into people's hearts.

In the eyes of everyone, they seemed to see the illusion of volcanic eruptions and magma soaring into the sky.

The momentum of the five warriors from the four realms stopped for a moment, and their minds were buzzing.

However, Qianlongblade quickly judged the source of the sound. It was a sound that everyone had, even a sound that every warrior could hear when he was practicing.

"Is this... the sound of a heartbeat?"

Just as Qianlongren thought about this in his mind, he saw Fan Lin, who was at the forefront of the five people, suddenly stop.

It was as if he had been frozen in mid-air by a force, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the shackles of this mysterious force.

"You are weaker than Li Baihu, and you still call him an unknown junior."

An Le spoke quietly, her tone full of disappointment: "The one who really doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth is you, right?"

The veins on Fan Lin's forehead were bulging, his muscles were tense, and his face flushed a little bit. He tried all his strength but still couldn't get rid of the control of this gangster energy.

He was startled and angry: "This ghost-masked man's use of stellar energy has reached this level?"

At this time, Fan Lin heard An Le speak again.

"Fan Baihu's hard work is indeed extraordinary, but it's too obvious."

"To deal with you, one palm is enough."

Before he finished speaking, his figure came to Fan Lin and gently stretched out his hand to press it.

boom!
Fan Lin's face was terrified, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest. The source of his strength seemed to be cut off suddenly, and his whole body suddenly became weak and weak.

"How did he see it!?"

Fan Lin couldn't believe it. As the key point of a martial arts practitioner like him, even his closest relatives would not tell him about the door.

But how long has it been before the ghost-faced man sees through his fatal flaw?
Before Fan Lin had time to think, his body flew upside down uncontrollably, crashing into the barren hill, leaving a huge crater in the shape of a human.

"It's barely half a Libaihu."

An Le commented indifferently, then turned around and looked at the remaining four people.

"I have practiced hard in the deep mountains for a hundred years, and I have also traveled into Xuyuan, wandering in the territory of the Great Thai Dynasty."

"I have observed the vastness of the sky and the brilliance of the stars, and I have comprehended a palm technique. I invite the four of you to appreciate it."

"Once this palm is released, life and death are irrelevant."

An Le said sincerely: "If you cherish your own lives, it's not too late to retreat now."

The four fourth-level fighters frowned, but they were really hesitant.

To be honest, An Le's method of suppressing Fan Lin still had a big impact on them.

The strength of the four people varies from strong to weak, and the weak among them is no more than equal to Fan Lin, so it is inevitable that they will feel a little afraid of An Le.

But it would be too embarrassing for them to retreat without fighting like this, and the reputation they had accumulated before would be destroyed in an instant.

After all, the warriors of the fourth realm were a little arrogant. After hesitating for a moment, none of them took the initiative to retreat. Instead, they gathered their momentum and stared fiercely at the ghost-masked man in front of them, showing the tendency to take the initiative to attack.

Seeing this, An Le was not surprised.

He didn't intend to rely on these few words to force the other party to give up.

Whether it is a cultivator or a martial artist, after all, it depends on the strength to speak.

In this world of the weak and the strong, An Le didn't want to die, so she had to ask them to die.

So, An Le took a step forward, and the words in his mouth were extremely low: "This palm is called..."

When he uttered the first syllable, everyone present felt as if the world had slowed down.

Their consciousness is clearly clear, but the body is unable to respond in time, as if there is an indescribable force separating the consciousness and the body.

At the same time, the warriors felt a breath they had never experienced before.

Ordinary language can hardly describe the characteristics of this breath. People only feel the fear that comes from instinct in their hearts, and their intuition keeps sending out warnings, warning them to stay away from this place as soon as possible.

If you insist on describing it, this breath is deeper than the sea and vaster than the starry sky.

Make anyone who perceives it feel extraordinarily small.

At this time, An Le's palm had just been pushed out.

A crack that cannot be seen directly with the naked eye opened an inch away from the palm, slowly but firmly moving towards the four warriors of the four realms.

The corner revealed vaguely from the crack is the endless depth.

Only one of the four can "see" the existence of the gap.

And when this person "seeed" the boundless depth, he immediately let out a shrill scream, and put his hands into his eye sockets forcefully, directly pinching his own eyeballs, and the dark red blood splattered down.

But this was not enough, he kept scratching his face, leaving bloodstains of flesh and blood.

In an instant, his face was completely changed.

This fourth-level martial artist actually went crazy just because of this!
Although the remaining three did not see what was behind the crack, their hairs stood on end for an instant, and a premonition of extreme danger emerged from the bottom of their hearts.

It seems that there are countless tentacles, arms and legs, and mouthparts floating around them.

Distorted and terrifying organs dance together with stinky venom and acid water. These filthy existences are both hallucinations and real things, infecting their thinking all the time.

The qi and blood in the three of them seemed to be out of control, and they were about to deform into a terrifying appearance and devour their masters.

Any martial arts, spells, qi and blood, all appear extremely small and fragile in front of this palm, and they simply do not exist on the same level, making people unable to resist the idea of ​​resistance.

In the end, the pitch-black void swept across the four of them.

All this is a long story, but in fact it is only a sentence.

At this time, the second half of An Le's words finally came to an end.

"Silence."

In the eyes of everyone, only a strange darkness flashed by, and when they opened their eyes again, the figures of the four warriors of the four realms had disappeared into midair out of thin air.

On the barren mountain, it became deathly silent again.

This dead silence lasted for dozens of seconds before the onlookers suddenly came back to their senses.

I don't know who swallowed a mouthful of saliva first, and asked in horror: "Where are they?"

Everyone already has an answer to this question.

But this answer was too shocking and almost destroyed their common sense.

"With just one palm, four fighters of the four realms were killed without leaving any corpses?"

"What kind of palm technique is this?!"

Huang Yueshan opened his mouth slightly, and couldn't even speak.

In the previous battles, he had raised his expectations for the ghost-faced man several times, but the strength shown by the other party still exceeded his guess.

"Ni Mie? It's really an appropriate name..."

Huang Yueshan shook his head with a wry smile, and the idea of ​​getting acquainted with the ghost-masked man gradually faded away.

It's not that he has any prejudice against the ghost-faced man, but he simply feels that the other party may not look down on his meager power at all, so there is no need to make trouble for himself.

Huang Yueshan suddenly lost his interest, sighed quietly: "Oh, it seems that I am really old."

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the other side.

The shock in Qianlongren's heart was only a little more, and he muttered to himself with a dull expression: "How could it be..."

"What the hell was that just now?"

Even though the Thousand Dragon Blade was only affected by the aftermath, in a glimpse, he seemed to see some kind of strange and terrifying existence in front of the ghost-faced man's palm.

It was that kind of substance that engulfed the warriors of the four realms in the blink of an eye and left them without bones.

Qian Longyu's eyes were confused, and he couldn't accept the reality.

He never thought that the ghost-faced man would be so strong, and those strong men from all over the world seemed to have no resistance at all, so they lost their lives.

Although Qian Longyu also had a record of being unscathed by several warriors of the four realms, the difference between "dodging without injury" and "killing without injury" seemed to be a big difference.

He couldn't help feeling a wave of fear in his heart.

Thinking of this, Qian Longyu looked at the eldest brother beside him with a little admiration, and thought: "The reason why the elder brother was so cautious before must be the result of careful consideration, right?"

"As expected of a big brother!"

Qianlongren knew what he was thinking when he saw the look in the eyes of the rascal, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

At this time, Qian Longyu asked again: "Brother, I'm afraid he is the fifth realm in the legend?"

Qian Longyu replied: "No, the ghost-masked man definitely doesn't have the fifth realm, otherwise he can crush us with the Yangyan domain alone."

The fifth realm, the Yangyan realm, has very obvious characteristics, once the qi and blood are stimulated, it will appear.

Qianlongren's thoughts turned sharply: "Since it is not the fifth level, then the palm just now must have cost a lot, and it will definitely consume a lot of spiritual power or blood."

"Then, at this time, he is definitely in the weakest state!"

"At least the same move, you can't use it a second time for a short time."

Qianlongren thought that the spy had seen the truth, a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.

While you are sick, I will kill you!
He wouldn't talk about morals at such a juncture.

When Qianlongren was about to call his younger brother to fight together, he found that the ghost-faced man turned his head and looked at the two of them like a prophet.

"It's boring, it's really boring."

An Le sighed again, the loneliness and disappointment in her tone were stronger than before.

It seems that the listeners can feel the loneliness of the high place.

He said condescendingly: "Brother Qianjia, you two should be the strongest among this group of challengers."

"Well, I'll give you a chance."

"I'm just sitting here with neither hands nor feet."

"Whether you use martial arts, magic spells, or special skills such as combined attack skills, or use any magical weapons..."

"As long as you can let me move one step, even if you win this challenge, the third young master of the Qian family will return it to you."

An Le sat on the spot and spoke calmly.

"Come on, please do it."

(End of this chapter)