Great fusion of the heavens

Chapter 29 Crazy Killing! (Fifth update!)
Wen Peng's figure appeared in the eyes of everyone, standing above the tomb.

Chen Jinghua rolled his eyes and said coldly: "Give it to me!"

"Wen Peng! No one can save you today!"

Wen Peng curled his lips and said, "Who do I need to save me?"

After speaking, he jumped up.

It landed smoothly on the ground.

A disciple of the first level of a mysterious master came to Wen Peng's body, and the long sword in his hand stabbed directly at Wen Peng's neck.

Wen Peng didn't dodge or dodge, but the man thought that Wen Peng was too scared to move, and immediately laughed and said: "Hahaha! My, martial arts, mysterious weapon! It's mine! Haha!"

The man laughed loudly, but when the long sword in his hand stabbed Wen Peng's neck, he couldn't penetrate half of it.

Even Wenpeng's flesh was not pierced.

Wen Peng sneered: "Just this strength? Do you want my life too?"

Immediately waved his palm.

Yes, it was just a simple wave of the palm, but there was a whistling sound, and it slapped the man's face suddenly.

With his head on his neck, he turned 180 degrees directly, facing the people behind him, and fell headlong.

"Hey, congratulations to player Wenpeng for killing him!"

Wen Peng rubbed his wrist and said coldly, "Next."

Everyone looked at me and looked at you, and they seemed to be frightened by Wen Peng's aura.

"Grandma, you're afraid of me! So many of us are still afraid of him?"

"Go! Cut this guy!"

When one person finished speaking, everyone started to move.

A long sword with a handle greeted Wen Peng without any fancy.

Neck, head, arms, thighs.

What's more, he took the sword and stabbed Wen Peng's crotch shamelessly.

The corner of Wenpeng's eye popped, he could ignore other places, but not here!

Lifting his foot, he kicked the man dozens of meters away.

At the same time, all the blades fell on Wen Peng's body.

clang clang-

The sound of Jin Tiejiao sounded from Wen Peng's body, but nothing happened to Wen Peng.

There was a sarcasm on his face: "Are you ready? Well, then it's my turn."

The dragon elephant's profound strength moved.

One after another exploded like bombs, forcing everyone back five or six meters away.

The place where Wenpeng was standing formed a blank area of ​​five or six meters.

Step lightly.

The figure burst out, and came to a person's side in the blink of an eye.

With luck and profound strength, he punched out.

There is no martial arts, nor the power of dragon and elephant, but a simple punch.

Fast as thunder.

It hit the man's chest directly.

click-

Broken heart.

"Hey! Congratulations to player Wenpeng for killing him!"

died.

Wenpeng grinned, next.

One punch at a time, no one can escape Wen Peng's fist, no matter what state they are in, they will be killed by Wen Peng with one punch.

There are no extra moves.

Of course, it's more because most of the people here are middle-level mysterious masters. If they are high-level mysterious masters, Wen Peng's punch can seriously injure them, but they can't kill them directly.

In less than a minute, almost dozens of people died under Wen Peng's hands.

One per second.All are spikes.

"Hey! Congratulations to player Wenpeng for upgrading! Current cultivation level: Mysterious Master Triple Level."

Upgraded.

"Strange, monster! Back off everyone! This guy is a monster!"

Finally someone couldn't take it anymore, and fled down the mountain like a madman.

Someone took the lead, and the entire Lingjian Mountain became panicked.

Invulnerable to swords and guns, and one punch can kill one, how can people fight?
Wenpeng's cultivation is at the second level of the Mysterious Master, even if he is strong, there must be a limit, right?
Looking at the people running around, Wen Peng kept shouting in his heart.

The blood of the demon race is so awesome.

They specialize in physical body training, that is, body training, and their physical body strength is even stronger than that of mysterious beasts!

Wenpeng is protected by dragon-elephant profound energy, and his physical strength is not weak at all. With the addition of a demon body, the strength of his physical body alone has reached a terrifying level!

Chen Jinghua's eyes moved.

The only remaining arm raised the long sword, even if it was injured, but the realm of the ninth level of Xuanshi is much stronger than everyone present.

With a slash of the sword, the sword energy burst out, directly taking away the life of the person who yelled just now.

With a ferocious face: "Who dares to step back for me?"

Everyone stopped.

Under the threat of death, no one dared to move.

To go forward is to die.

In the future is also death.

Dilemma.

"Give it to me!"

Chen Jinghua roared, changed hands, and took away a disciple's life with another sword strike.

Those disciples all had their scalps numb, and boldly rushed towards Wen Peng.

A cruel sneer flashed across the corner of Wen Peng's mouth. He had already experienced the physical strength, so there was no need to play with them here now.

With a flip of the palm, the Qianjun Sword appeared in his hand.

A sword cut out.

Sword Qi surged out one after another, harvesting their lives one after another like cutting leeks.

"Hey! Congratulations to player Wenpeng for killing——"

"Hey! Congratulations to player Wenpeng for killing——"

The system prompts a series of tones.

"Hey! Congratulations to player Wenpeng for upgrading! Current cultivation level: Mysterious Master fourth level!"

Wen Peng grinned and was promoted to another level. It seems that these people are still useful.

Originally, Wen Peng just smiled casually, but this smile fell into the eyes of everyone.

Wenpeng, covered in blood, seemed to have crawled out of a sea of ​​blood from a mountain of corpses. Beside him, there were piles of corpses and all kinds of stumps.

Think about it, in this case, Wen Peng smiled.

That sight can definitely scare them out of their wits.

Stepping out from the pile of corpses in front of him.

Everyone was terrified and took a small step back.

"Is there anyone else? If there is no one, just get out of here."

"Otherwise, all of them will stay here, and you can choose for yourself."

Everyone looked at Wen Peng, and then at Chen Jinghua behind him.

Someone threw the long sword in his hand violently and shouted: "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore!"

Then he rushed down the mountain like crazy.

Everyone seemed to have collapsed. One by one, they threw away the long swords in their hands, scattered like birds and beasts, and ran down the mountain in a swarm.

The originally small mountain top was full of people, but now they ran down the mountain miserable one by one as if fleeing for their lives.

Hundreds of people died at the hands of Wenpeng, and everyone yelled that Wenpeng is a devil, a devil, and Shura!

"Come back! Come back to me all the time!"

An exasperated Chen Jinghua yelled angrily, and the sword in his hand kept slashing out, but compared to Wen Peng's horror, what was he?
Wen Peng, covered in blood, came to Chen Jinghua step by step.

Chen Jinghua's face was also gradually occupied by fear, and he stepped backward step by step, and accidentally tripped and fell to the ground.

Frightened: "Don't come here, don't come here!"

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!!"

He is also afraid.

Wen Peng said coldly: "Why, didn't you want my life?"

"Why do you fall to the ground like a dog now?"

Wen Peng stepped out and roared: "Aren't you going to kill me? Come on!"

(End of this chapter)