Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

The office chair made of solid wood smashed the glass wall and crashed into Chu Jichuan's luxurious office at an extremely terrifying speed.

Bang bang bang - bang bang bang bang -

The first three and four seven gunshots rang out within less than a second of each other. The moment the glass wall was shattered, all the bullets had been poured out, but they all hit the air.

The only remaining person was penetrated into the shoulder by glass fragments that flew into the room and failed to pull the trigger.

After the gunfire, the office chair collided head-on with a gunman who had no time to dodge, and directly pushed him against the wall.

"Ugh!" The gunman only had time to let out a muffled groan before his bones and internal organs were completely crushed by the huge force.

The surface of the body that was in contact with the office chair was sunken, and the liver, heart, and lungs all exploded in the abdominal cavity due to the violent impact.

The broken pieces of internal organs and minced meat, mixed with blood, were squeezed out from the cracks in his body and from his mouth, like minced meat being pushed out of a meat grinder.

Walls cracked and office chairs exploded into pieces.

At the same time, the lights in the house suddenly turned on.

The old man in Tang suit had to turn on the light. Under Chu Jichuan's instructions, the four of them wanted to use the darkness to make a sneak attack.

But they didn't expect it at all. They didn't react until the enemies smashed into the house with office chairs.

"He has mastered a special breath-holding technique, please be careful!"

The moment he jumped up from the sofa, he turned on the light with the remote control.

If you can't feel Qi and breathing, darkness will become the opponent's protective color in disguise.

The room was brightly lit, and the seven gunmen looked at their companions whose chests were dented by the impact of the office chair. Their eyes were full of fear.

The blood quickly spread along the chest and abdomen of the dead gunman to his legs, and soon it was everywhere, and the smell of blood gradually began to permeate the air.

The old man in Tang suit and the other three warriors were all ready.

His arms and palms swelled to three times the thickness of an ordinary person, and his eyes were fixed on the shattered glass wall, leaving only the sharp cracks around it.

The other three were all slightly younger than him, and one of them had a red face and was breathing heavily, as if he was extremely angry.

There were two people who looked very similar, and the muscles in their legs suddenly swelled, causing their pants to split.

As time went by, the eyes of the four people became more solemn. They were all An Jin who had been famous for a long time. When they first came here, they thought Chu Jichuan was exaggerating, but now they did not dare to be disrespectful in any way.

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The gun in the gunman's hand, who was hit by the office chair and had half of his body turned into rotten flesh, fell to the ground from his hand that had no grip at all, making a soft sound.

The moment the noise appeared, the office door was opened instantly, and the frosted glass hit the wall with a loud bang, turning into pieces on the ground.

A slender figure suddenly appeared in the eyes of everyone in the room. They subconsciously looked at each other's face, but they only saw an exquisite and exquisite mask.

Seven gunshots rang out again, and four warriors quickly appeared at the entrance to the office where only the door frame was left.

They never expected that the other party would use an office chair to smash open the glass wall, and instead of taking advantage of the situation to rush in, they would choose to break in through the door.

The old man in Tang suit had a solemn expression and punched out like a mountain breaking into rocks.

The man with an angry face jumped into the air and slashed down vertically with his sword. There was a cold light flashing in the palm of his hand.

The two people with similar looks were on the left and the right, using their strength to circulate, their left and right legs were like long whips swinging towards the person coming.

"Come back."

Jiang Ran groaned in his heart, and the moon-reflecting stone connected with the aura of heaven and earth, activating the ultimate movement technique, and his figure instantly turned into an afterimage.

The bullet penetrated the "body", and the attacks of the four warriors also hit the figures at the door one after another. They immediately realized that something was wrong.

Because the people who came suddenly faded away, as if they were blown away by the wind.

The old man in Tang suit turned around and saw seven phantoms suddenly appeared in front of the seven gunmen.

Like a slow-frame animation, the figure closest to the door raised his right hand to the height of his chest, then pointed it into a sword, exerted force on his shoulders, elbows and arms at the same time, and stabbed the gunman's neck with one finger.

But the second figure, as if he had just gained strength, raised his right hand and pointed it into a sword.

After the third figure, it is still in the transition between reality and reality, and it looks like a holographic projection is receiving signals.

These scenes seemed to be very slow, but in the eyes they were so fast that they looked like a video that had been sped up dozens of times.

The sword finger of the first figure had just poked into the neck of the gunman in front of him. The seventh figure had quickly dispersed like light smoke and disappeared without a trace. Then came the sixth, fifth...

Like a comic strip turned upside down, the seven figures disappeared from back to front.

"Not good!" The old man in Tang suit's eyes were about to burst, and this thought flashed through his mind.

At the same time, a large hole appeared in the necks of the seven gunmen.

The blood in the arteries spurted out instantly, like a faucet that was turned on. It sprayed everywhere in the room, including the desk, the floor, and even the ceiling.

Their eyes were still staring at the door with caution and fear, and their hearts were still beating, but because of the rupture of the trachea, they made a sound like a broken bellows.

The seven gunmen lost their strength and fell to the ground, still convulsing for a while.

The ground was covered with greasy blood. Their heels were kicking wildly on the ground, their fingers clawing at the ground desperately. Their whole bodies were struggling crazily in the blood, like fish caught in a rut.

At this moment, the attacks of the four warriors had just dispersed the phantoms at the door. However, just when the old man in Tang suit secretly screamed that it was bad and was about to look back, a pale golden fist landed on the side of his face.

All of this happened in a blink of an eye, just like Jiang Ran stood still and didn't move after breaking into the door.

The scene where the seven gunmen's plasma was like a fountain, turning the office into a slaughterhouse, didn't seem to have anything to do with him.

When the fist in Tang suit came into contact with the side of his face, the old man in Tang suit gathered all the strength he could use, even if his internal organs were damaged due to severe stimulation.

At this moment, he just wanted to resist the punch from Yun Danfengqing, a hand as slender as jade.

It wasn't until a mountain-like energy stung his skin that the old man in Tang suit finally understood what level of existence the four of them were fighting.

"Zhenqi, you are Hua..."

Snapped--

Like a watermelon exploding, a crisp sound swallowed up all the words he could not shout out.

The brain stains, skull fragments, and eyeballs mixed with blood spatter were all clearly visible to the other three.

Although the old man in Tang suit didn't finish shouting, but the word "zhenqi" came out of his mouth, who could not know that it was the master in front of him?

escape!

The three of them didn't even dare to look at each other. They jumped out of the hole in the glass wall that was full of glass stubble, and one of them stepped out of the door stepping on the frosted glass shards.

After running out of the office, he divided into three groups along the corridor, mobilizing all the energy in his organs, muscles, and bones to run as fast as he could.

Go to hell with the 800 million!When Chu Jichuan said that An Jin was at his peak, they were a little disapproving.

At the age of 20, An Jin was at his peak, and no one could believe it.

But even at the peak of An Jin, facing the ambush of four An Jin and eight gunmen, there is absolutely no chance of survival.

Who knew it would be a great master!

How many masters are there in Qingchuan Province?They felt as if they were riding a horse in a dream.

If they had known this, they would not have risked their lives even if Chu Jichuan offered 8000 million.

In addition to panic and disbelief, all three of them had only one thought in their minds at this moment: Don't chase me!

Jiang Ran stood still on the spot with an indifferent expression and did not move to pursue him. He opened his palms and a jade needle suddenly appeared in it.

"Lingxi Vision."

The aura of heaven and earth instantly presented the perspectives of the three people.

The last stream of light flashed in the moon-reflecting stone, and the jade needle in his hand suddenly floated into the air, hovering for a moment, like a giant flying away.

"Lingxi controls Qi."

A large amount of moonlight power was poured into the jade needle, and through the high-speed channel connected by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the spiritual consonance technique, in the blink of an eye, it dragged the silver-white flame tail to draw an irregular triangle in the mid-air.

Immediately, the jade needle flew back, and when it turned back to Jiang Ran, it completely turned into powder and dispersed in mid-air.

At this time, in the quiet floor, the sounds of three heavy objects falling to the ground were heard one after another.

Jiang Ran closed his eyes slightly, then opened them after a few seconds. The slightest fluctuation caused by forcibly using the power of the soul was completely repaired the moment he closed his eyes.

His keen sense of smell smelled the strong smell of blood in the air, but he did not feel any discomfort. Instead, he looked at the deep night sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

It was somewhat beyond his expectation that Chu Jichuan was so cautious.

I originally thought that the opponent would rely on the lineup of four dark warriors and eight gunmen to wait for me in Jingchuan Building.

Unexpectedly, my son is stupid, but my father is an old man.