Peerless God of Cultivation

91 Kill, Kill, Kill

“You traitor of the Star Picking Sword Sect, you actually disobeyed the division. Today we will clear the door for Meng Tianhe and kill you little beast!”

“Fuck you uncle!”

Chen Han’s eyes flashed, and the muscles in his whole body were instantly tense to the limit, the speed almost reached a quarter of the speed of sound, and he rushed towards the talking horse-faced man like thunder: “Don’t say these bright nonsense to Lao Tzu, Ouyang Ying If Hong hires you to kill me, it depends on whether you have the life to take those benefits, go to death...

These people have heard about Chen Han, and even more from Ouyang Yinghong’s mouth, that his fighting power is extraordinary, and no one dares to be arrogant.

They took out their personal weapons and infused them with infuriating energy. Three swords, two long knives, and one two-handed tomahawk were unsheathed.

There are only a few people who really understand the strength of his physical body, and there are only a few who have personally experienced the battle. Among them, the people of the Star Picking Sword Sect have also had their relevant memories erased. Therefore, the outside world only knows that he is very strong, and that a punch can make a master crippled, but it is not clear how strong he is, let alone that his physical body surpasses the alloy.

When the six of them saw that he didn’t even have a weapon, he used his body to smash the weapon that was blowing his hair and breaking his hair. Using the body against the weapon, what is the difference between this and courting death? Unexpectedly, Young Master Ouyang’s task becomes so simple, and so many rewards can be obtained at once now.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of symphony of gold and iron came continuously, and the shadow of a mountain-like leg covering a radius of several meters disappeared.

.....

However, his leg was still growing on his body, and he did not leave his body as he imagined, but there were more than a dozen bloodstains less than one centimeter deep.
The quality of the weapons of the two of them was relatively poor. There were two obvious twists on the blade.

What kind of speed is this?

At the moment when the six people attacked at the same time, he actually took all the attacks separately!

What kind of power is this?

Under the siege of six masters with the lowest and the middle stage, he has no signs of internal injury!

What kind of body is this?

Under the perfusion of infuriating qi, weapons that are enough to cut gold and jade can only leave insignificant traces!

That’s right!

The average strength of this group of people surpassed that of Yu Tian and others who formed the Star Sword Array, but their personal cultivation was not much stronger than Yu Tian, ??and some were even weaker.

However, today’s Chen Han is different.

When he singled out the Star Sword Formation, he had just broken through to the initial stage of the heartbeat, but now he has advanced to the middle stage of the heartbeat a few days ago, and his combat power has at least doubled.

Cultivating the Emperor’s Heaven Shaking Record is purely physical strength and physical defense. When a warrior is besieged by six masters, it is equivalent to using his own infuriating qi against the infuriating qi of six people, but he is fundamentally different from a warrior and a cultivator. A warrior’s attack landed on his body, and the attack of the six warriors hit, the only difference was that there were several more wounds. Unless their attacks could be completely integrated into one, it would be almost indistinguishable to Chen Han.



This is the powerful advantage of Huangji’s Heaven-shaking Record. If there is no cultivation world formation that combines the true essence of many formation players to form a stronger leaping attack power, the group fight will not cause him any pressure.

“Finished?”

He was accustomed to being injured for a long time, he didn’t pay attention to the little skin injury on his leg at all, and threw the rag at the camera: “After you finish the fight, it’s up to me to do it, I don’t know that after you die, Ouyang Yinghong will Will you send the promised benefits to the underworld... the immortal seal!”

When the three colors were intertwined into a crimson talisman and exploded on the top of the head, the second mysterious seal quickly condensed and formed at the fingertips: “Tianli Seal!”

Breaking the sky – sweeping the army!

It was still the same leg technique that he had used before, but Chen Han, who had a layer of pale golden light on his body, increased his body technique by 70% at the speed of the lightning strike.

After integrating the power increase of Tianliyin, the shadow of the legs pressed down by the volley completely shrouded the five-meter radius. There was a suffocating breath in the sky, and more than ten kicks instantly left a terrifying white gas barrier in the void, and the harsh explosion of air shocked the six people.

The horse-faced man was the first to bear the brunt, the big knife in his hand was broken into several pieces on the spot, covered his right arm and screamed and flew back.

In one blow, four of the six weapons shattered, and all six people were repelled. Three of them were obviously seriously injured, and their arm bones were broken on the spot. What shocked them the most was Chen Han. This time, there was no more scar on his leg. Only the head of the Divine Sword Sect, who had reached the late stage of peerless, left a red mark on him.

Destroyed Soul – Intercepting Star Fingers!

At the moment when the six of them were shaken back by the giant force, Chen Han didn’t stop at all. He identified the horse-faced man who was the most injured, and rushed towards him like a flood of murderous intent: “Send you to hell first, who will let Lao Tzu not like you the most? Woolen cloth?”

The horse-faced man burst into tears and screamed harshly. He barely raised his hand and slapped it with the palm of his hand. Unfortunately, he was knocked back by a single blow before he had time to re-concentrate his true energy.

Puff...

As if a meteor pierced the dark night sky, the fingers controlled by pure physical strength shredded the palm wind with less than 40% of its power. Leaving a hole the size of an egg in the palm of his hand, he poked the opponent’s forehead unhindered, and the hard skull was as vulnerable as tofu scum.

The corpse fell down with a thud, and red and white blood flowed out from the blood hole the size of a dollar coin.

Kill! Kill! Kill!