I'm picking up attributes in the wasteland

Chapter 389 Leng Qiu's Combat Strength
Wherever Leng Qiu went, there must be corpses all around.

Even, people can't see how the pincers died.

Leng Qiu led the crowd, all the way forward, there were almost no pincers resisting, and there were only corpses wherever they passed.

Even the corpses turned into fly ash, falling into pieces of dust.

Moreover, they fully resisted half of the attacks, not the number that 2000 people should resist.

Maybe it's because they are too prominent and their fighting power is too strong. The real strong among the silver-horned pincers are all eyeing them.

Almost all pincer worm masters focused their eyes on Leng Qiu, wanting to kill this human leader who gave him endless danger.

At least thirty god-level pincers came across the sky.

The momentum was boundless, the clouds in the sky turned blood-colored, and the evil spirit was pervasive, unimaginably powerful.

If possible, I will find a way to get close and deal with humans as soon as possible.

Many pincers rushed over, with cold eyes on their faces, took out a series of scimitars in their hands, and completely surrounded the leader Leng Qiu.

"Human, how do you want to die?"

Facing Leng Qiu, many pincers felt like beating drums in their hearts, and they didn't even know what his trump card was.

There are only two rare treasures floating in the sky, the Qinghai Magic Lamp and the Eight Diagrams Mirror.

Facing the thirty ascending fairyland rushing over, his face showed indifference, without the slightest thought.

"Since you're here, die for me!"

While speaking, he had gathered all his strength and used all his true energy, and a Nilong flew out from his right hand with the stone fetus.

In an instant, the entire sky was filled with Nilong, which was unimaginable.

A black dragon turned into a kilometer long, impacting around in the sky, as if it were real.

With at least 30 billion strength on his body, it is equivalent to the strength of ascending to the third level of the fairyland.

When the thirty god-level pincers rushed over, when they faced the black dragon, all their armors were tilted up, and the tentacles on the top of their heads swayed from side to side, frightened to the extreme.

Despite the fear, the scimitars in his hands turned into hundreds of meters long, with at least one billion power condensed on them, and slashed at the black dragon.

With a gap of three times their strength, their behavior is no different from sending them to death.

And it's still an unbearably huge gap.

In an instant, the silver-horned pincers were crushed by the black dragon's sky knife, and their bodies became even more disjointed and shattered.

I can't resist it at all.

While the body was flying, he vomited blood and flew into the distance.

In a short period of time, thirty silver-horned claw worms, which are equivalent to ascending to the fairyland, became the dead souls under the black dragon.

The terrifying black dragon still didn't dissipate, and rushed into the pincer circle with boundless power.

In an instant, pieces of heaven-level pincers, without even responding, turned into fragments all over the sky, and the dead couldn't die any more.

It was purely a unilateral killing, without any resistance.

At least three hundred of them were all wiped out, unable to survive at all.

The endless attribute light spheres scattered in the sky were all absorbed by Leng Qiu.

The strength increases crazily along with the battle, and with the powerful effect of the Immemorial Devouring Scripture, the increase in strength becomes even more terrifying.

If it weren't for the previous numerical limit, he would have broken through one billion.

This is the craziest improvement, a benefit that he can't even imagine.

Therefore, the more Leng Qiu fought, the more mad he became, and the more he fought, the more courageous he became, unrivaled.

The supernatural powers on his body were not exposed at all, and even the strange treasures were not displayed, and most of the masters on the scene were wiped out.

At this moment, the leader of the Silver Horned Clawworm, seeing Leng Qiu's strength, knew that he was invincible, so he led the real descendants, left the battlefield, and fled into the mountain gate.

The pincers without a command are even more lacking in fighting spirit in battle and cannot resist.

Leng Qiu showed a berserk fighting power, his face was endlessly cold, a black dragon talisman suddenly appeared in his hand, and suddenly landed in the area with the most pincers.

Immediately, all kinds of supernatural powers turned into golden mountains, suppressing them in all directions.

Every kind of cultivation method, every kind of supernatural power, under the foundation of the heaven-opening and earth-breaking self-imperishable heavenly skill, shows unimaginable power.

Whether it is a god-level or a heaven-level pincer, under the attacks of various exercises, there is only boundless terror left.

The humans following Leng Qiu couldn't even imagine how he could be so powerful.

"The master is too powerful, such a terrifying talisman, even if it is used by a real master of ascending the fairyland, the effect may not be the same!"

"What kind of supernatural power is this? Why do I feel that there is our Raging Flame Sect's unique knowledge, something is wrong!"

"Look, that golden mountain seems to be the Rage God Art of our Rage God Temple. How did the master learn it? Did Master Lingyun teach him?"

Various voices of discussion came from every corner of the battle.

The 108 golden mountain peaks released from the black dragon talisman really attracted too many people's attention.

They are all Leng Qiu's subordinates, even if they see the vision transformed by the familiar exercises, they just feel nothing.

After all, they are their masters, maybe there is a way to learn.

But against the many masters of Raging Flame Sect, Leng Qiu's fighting ability showed them truly felt the invincibility.

I can't even imagine how it could be so terrifying.

"Oh my god, is that really the Eighth Palace Realm? Why do I feel that he has already reached the Immortal Realm! The true energy is too thick, it can support this level of supernatural power!"

"Horror, the Eighth Palace Realm is so terrifying! I don't know how far it will reach when entering the Ascension to the Immortal Realm in the future!"

"Could it be that the strength of a martial artist in the Eighth Palace Realm is comparable to that in the Immortal Realm, or does he have some terrible cards?"

"Our four-polarization dragon realm is unable to use such a powerful technique, how could he?"

The masters of all stages compare themselves with themselves, and feel that the comparison is disgraced, and the gap is too big.

In this way, anyone who faces Leng Qiu will feel the shock and helplessness in it.

Whether it was his servants or the many masters of Raging Flame Sect, they deeply felt his fearfulness.

What was even more frightening was the silver-horned pincers on the opposite side. The silver armor on their bodies rattled, but they couldn't find a way to resist.

Leng Qiu didn't know what their psychology was.

He just wanted to see the power of the martial arts that he had practiced for a long time.

It is indeed beyond my imagination, the Heavenly Kungfu of Creation of the World and the Earth is really extraordinary, and even the other skills have been greatly improved.

"Not bad! Next, I will try the power of the strange treasure!"

Knowing the power of the dragon talisman, it is indeed very powerful in a group battle, and he couldn't help but say it when the battle was about to end.

They broke through the ambush on the east side, and they may not be as lucky as them in the other directions.

What's more, among them, the silver-horned pincers escape more, and they must be exterminated.

Seeing that the human battle formation was somewhat scattered, Leng Qiu frowned, with a cold smile on his lips:
"Look at all of you, how do you look like, how can you win in the next battle? Keep your formation, stay vigilant, and immediately go to the opposite side."

He wants to use east-west victories to cut off the response from the north and the south, and completely disintegrate the resistance of the entire no man's land.

In an instant, everyone collected their minds and rushed all the way to the west.

(End of this chapter)