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Chapter 64: Massacre in all directions
puff~
Everyone was shocked, and some even choked on a mouthful of wine. Was he hallucinating? Who dared to come?

The old monk was also confused for a moment, then recognized Chen Lang's badge and his expression suddenly changed, "You are the enemy's spy!"

Which bastard let the guy from the other side in?

"kill him!"

Someone shouted, "A spy broke into our gathering place and made irresponsible remarks here. This is simply an humiliation to the Qingmu Sect!"

But Chen Lang acted earlier. He condensed extreme murderous energy in one palm and slapped the old monk's heart next to him, and then kicked him down.

"Humph!"

The old monk's true energy was overflowing, and he took the palm strike forcefully, his blood boiling, but he failed to defend against the kick. Even though he quickly twisted his body to avoid the vital part, his left leg bone was still broken. He fell to the ground with a plop, and said angrily:

"Don't let him get away!"

As he finished speaking, Chen Lang had already stepped back quickly, but the previous round had delayed some time, and several monks had intercepted him from behind. Several spears stabbed at him, and someone lifted up a brazier, which turned into a dim yellow fire dragon and smashed towards him, completely blocking his retreat.

hum!
Chen Lang spread out his right palm, and the San Sheng Disk rotated clockwise. A formation like the Eight Diagrams appeared in the void. The spears, fire dragons, etc. all slowed down and fell to the ground as if time and space were solidified.

A stream of energy was quickly refined and poured into Chen Lang's body. This was the result of the efforts of at least seven or eight people, including some foundation-building cultivators. He suddenly felt his meridians expanding and his body was about to explode.

"Where are you running?" The old monk quickly got up, limped up and used his magical powers. He condensed gray-brown mist in his hands and reached towards the back of Chen Lang.

His expression was terribly cold. A kid at the ninth level of Qi Refining had actually sneaked in like this. He had never been humiliated like this in his entire life.

What's wrong with this Yanxi Mountain Master? Is he crazy to send such a person to die? Or does he want to make us lose our composure first, and then use this as an excuse to come up with some clever plan?
But he immediately realized that this was not a brilliant plan, and this guy was not sent to die.

boom!
A force so powerful that it surpassed the limit poured out from Chen Lang's left palm. There was no skill, no means, only the purest force of suppression.

It was a joint attack by seven or eight cultivators, entering from the left arm, passing through the body, and then flowing to the right arm, turning into an attack that poured out. Fortunately, Chen Lang had been tempered by that drop of ancient blood, otherwise, with his cultivation level of the ninth level of Qi Refining, his body would have collapsed immediately.

The two palms collided, and the gray mist in the old monk's palm exploded. With a sound of bone cracking, his arm bent into a strange angle. The remaining breath of that palm broke through his defense, imprinted on his chest, pierced through his ribs and internal organs, and left a palm print hole on his back.

With a "puff", the old monk vomited blood from his mouth and flew backwards. No one dared to help him, but instead avoided him.

Because they saw that the old monk was filled with endless murderous energy, but that did not belong to him, but to the person who had attacked him. The old monk had died in mid-air and had become a weapon thrown by the other party. Whoever stood in his way would die!

In the dense crowd, a vacuum zone was created by killing people.

"Come and chase me if you dare!" Chen Lang took advantage of the gap made by the old monk and used his afterimage to escape from the crowd. This place was not suitable for fighting. There were too many people and he would be targeted.

"Great Commander!" After the evil spirit dissipated, some people dared to approach the old monk. He smashed a deep pit on the ground and dragged for five or six feet. Except for his limbs, which were still connected, he was already dead.

This chilled the hearts of all the monks. Was it him who single-handedly attacked and killed the vanguard? Too horrible.

"Chase him, he's injured and can't run far."

The black-clothed man who was in the middle stage of foundation building appeared. He stared into the distance and did not underestimate his enemy. Even he had difficulty catching that palm strike just now. It was unclear how the ninth level of Qi Refining was performed.

But this person must die. If he escapes, the Aoki clan will never be able to hold their heads up for the next ten years.

As a result of this, the farewell party suddenly turned into a funeral, but they had no time to mourn for the dead commander. Everyone mobilized, holding torches, and searched everywhere for Chen Lang's whereabouts.

The entire town of Walang was brightly lit and shouting was heard everywhere. Many people didn't know what was going on and thought that the monks were drunk and acting crazy.

The man in black robe personally led a team to search for him. The evil aura left by the other party was obvious and could be traced.

But soon, he stopped, because the evil spirit that was originally a line suddenly split into three directions and fled away.

"Did you lose him?" asked the person next to him.

"No, he didn't lose it." The black robe said coldly, "Because he didn't plan to escape at all."

"What?" The people around were shocked. How could this guy be so arrogant? He wanted to strike back after being injured?
"Raise your torches, beware of sneak attacks!"

Someone shouted, when masters fight, their fighting styles can be discovered in one round. Although they are not masters, Chen Lang is obviously not one either, so this statement still holds true.

But just as he finished speaking, several screams were heard from the rear of the team. Three or four people were injured, and one person had his head chopped off.

The man in black robe also snorted coldly and reached out to grab the person on the left, but his hand broke into pieces with a snap. It was his clone.

Then, the real Chen Lang appeared, holding the bloody Seven Star Sword in his hand and moving his shoulder bones. "Come on, warm-up is over, the battle begins."

So crazy!

"Form a formation!" A monk took out a black bowl-like object, and five or six people beside him took out flags and yellow talisman papers and threw them towards the vicinity.

This was originally a means to deal with the defensive formation of Songhu Mine, but it was directly used today to capture Chen Lang.

The man in black robe stood on his horse with his sword drawn, blocking the front to prevent the formation master from being attacked.

Chen Lang stood in the formation, motionless, which made the man in black robe confirm once again that this was not a clone.

In an instant, the formation took shape, the wind whistled loudly, the surrounding space became blurred, and murderous intent filled the air.

"Boy, I'll use the killing array against you, and you'll die a worthy death!" the master array controller said coldly. "Is it ready?"

"That's enough. Accept your fate." The master array controller responded with murderous intent.

"it is good."

Chen Lang threw out a talisman that could escape from the ground. It landed lightly on the ground, ripples formed, and his entire body turned into light and ran away.

Several formation masters were confused. How could he escape? They saw the escaping talisman, but restraining the escaping magic is the basic skill of the formation master. This shouldn't be possible!
Moreover, there was no sign of damage to the formation. The person just disappeared. They wasted an important trump card before the fight even started.

"Can you guys do it?" They were shocked by their opponent's tricks, and their teammates' doubts made them angry and embarrassed. "If you can do it, go ahead!"

"You guys come together."

laugh!
Suddenly, Chen Lang emerged from the bushes at the back, holding a sword in his left hand and the San Sheng Plate in his right hand, and started killing people.

After he escaped, he left behind a few coordinate points for teleportation, and this was just one of them.

As for why he is left-handed, it is mainly because he had a brain spasm at that time. If he had known, he would have engraved the San Sheng Plate on his left hand. Now that his arm has adapted to it, it would be a bit troublesome to switch it back.

He targeted several formation masters, used his clones to protect himself, and rushed in to kill them, but he was also hit by a palm and pierced by a sword.

But it's just a serious injury, not a big problem.

However, this group of monks didn't think so. A man in black robes suddenly appeared behind them and said in a cold voice, "You can go and die now."

"I've been waiting for you." Chen Lang suddenly turned around, opened the San Sheng Plate, and was hit hard several times.

Then, he reversed the Three Lives Disk, recovered from his injuries, and regained his peak form. He even had surplus strength and killed several people who tried to kill him.

This happened again and again, and even though this group of monks were mad with killing intent, they realized something was wrong.

"Brother, stop hitting me! He can use the opponent's force!" someone shouted. They found that this man was too strange. He was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, but he would not die.

They suspected that this person was fishing and deliberately showing weakness to trick them into making a move.

But soon, Chen Lang had to run away again, because most of the cultivators surrounded him and killed him, and there was also a second cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building!
The two of them joined forces and put Chen Lang in trouble again. He couldn't fight head-on. People have their limits. If he took too much damage, the San Sheng Pan would not be able to recover.

So, he activated the escaping talisman and went to a coordinate point. Then he quickly took off the clothes and helmet of a corpse, put them on quickly, and got into the crowd, pointing in a direction and shouting:
"Kill him, he's over there!"

Many monks rushed over with swords in hand. He squeezed into the crowd and killed a few of them in the chaos, but then he was discovered.

"The one wearing a helmet and with green hair on his head is a fake, kill him!" someone pointed.

Chen Lang quickly took off his helmet, disappeared again, and rushed to other places to kill a large number of people.

"The one wearing the yellow coat without buttons is the enemy!"

"The one holding the broadsword is the enemy!"

"The shirtless guy is the enemy!"

"..."

In the end, things got completely chaotic because Chen Lang discovered that he was not shirtless at all. He turned his head and looked over there, and saw that they were all fighting with each other and killing each other like crazy.

But he had no scruples at all, since he had no teammates, so he could kill anyone in any way he wanted.

The fight lasted for half an hour. There were more and more corpses on the ground. Chen Lang kept reversing the Three Lives Disk and his condition was still full. In the end, not a drop of blood belonged to him.

He even fought with two cultivators in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment for dozens of rounds, which made them exhausted.

"What's going on? Are the Tianjian Sect coming to attack us?" A few patrolling guardians had just returned and were shocked when they saw the tragic scene. The entire town of Walang was in chaos.

When someone who was engaged in a blood-thirsty fight heard this, his Dao heart instantly collapsed, "What? People from the Heavenly Sword Sect are coming to kill us?"

If one person could kill them like this, what about a group of people?
"Run! The leader of the Tianjian Sect is coming to kill us!" Someone screamed, and the last line of defense in their hearts completely collapsed. They all threw away their weapons and armor and fled into the mountains.

A cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building also ran away. He hid very deeply and was very cautious. Now that everyone had run away, he had no way to retreat behind them, so he simply threw away his Qingmu Sect identity badge and chose to retreat.

"What? You still want to fight with me?" Chen Lang looked at the last person, the black-robed cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building. He was indeed powerful. Even though he himself was at the ninth level of Qi Refining, he had not been able to kill him yet.

The black-robed monk had messy hair and was very tired, but his eyes were sharp. "Do you think those threats can ruin my faith?"

Chen Lang smiled and said, "You work so hard, so your salary must be much higher than theirs, right? Could you be a relative of your mountain master?"

The black-robed monk was stunned for a moment, then he looked at the many monks fleeing, thought for a moment, and turned around and ran away.

At this point, the battle is over.

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(End of this chapter)