My Master is Lin Zhengying

As for Uncle Nine, he also focused on selecting Maoshan disciples to shoot, and none of the ones he targeted could escape.

At this moment, Uncle Jiu appeared in front of several Maoshan disciples.

These Maoshan disciples have long been intimidated by the Ninth Uncle God.

Seeing Uncle Jiu appear, they all frightened:

"Lin, Lin Jiu, no, Uncle Lin!"

"Uncle Lin, I misunderstood you!"

"Uncle Lin, we are from the Maoshan faction, we have misunderstood..."

But Uncle Jiu's eyes were cold:

"Betrayed the teacher's sect and fell into a cult. Die!"

Uncle Jiu didn't hesitate, and shot directly.

Several people screamed and fell into a pool of blood.

As for Nanchen Wencai and others, they can all be alone.

The Nanchen Profound Rank is at the seventh level, the Jiale Profound Rank is at the fourth level, and the literary talent has reached the first level of the Profound Rank.

Faced with these monsters whose cultivation bases are no more than five or six levels of the yellow rank, and the highest cultivation level is no more than one or two levels of the mysterious rank.

Isn't that chopping melons and vegetables?

As if there were no one in the land, under the leadership of a strong man like Uncle Jiu, they were completely on top.

The opponent has no power to fight back, and has no choice but to run away.

Screams, howls, and begging for mercy kept resounding under Feiyu Ridge.

Even if they wanted to escape, Uncle Jiu didn't give them such a chance.

In less than five minutes, seventy or eighty people were all beheaded by Uncle Jiu and Nanchen Jiale Wencai.

Smelling the bloody smell in the air, looking at the corpses all over the ground.

Zuo Sanqian, Chang Fei and the others were all dumbfounded.

They gasped one after another, looking at all this in disbelief.

They were chased and killed by these people for a whole day.

But now, these people in front of him killed them all in just five minutes.

They were completely stunned, unbelievable.

"Oh my God! Their Taoism is too strong!"

"Good, very strong!"

"As expected of a senior."

"That's right! That Nan Chen, who is the number one in the younger generation, is also very strong, he can cut five meters of sword energy with one sword."

"..."

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The battle ended quickly, and Zuo Sanqian and the others were stunned by the powerful combat power of Nan Chen and the others.

At this moment, Uncle Jiu and the others put away their weapons and walked back slowly.

Seeing this, Zuo Sanqian, Chang Fei and the others hurried up to greet him:

"Senior Kamui! This time, thank you for saving my life."

"Brother Nanchen, your cultivation has improved a lot, right?"

"..."

Nan Chen, Uncle Jiu, etc. just smiled lightly, not very proud.

Although there are many demons, there are seventy or eighty people.

But strength really doesn't work.

Not to mention Uncle Nine, a strong man who is about to restore his cultivation to lead the team to fight.

Even if Nan Chen and a few juniors join forces, these seventy or eighty people are no match.

At this moment, Uncle Jiu said:

"Efforts with a little effort are nothing to worry about!

You guys, where are you going?

How did you provoke these monsters? "

Zuo Sanqian and the others let out a long sigh when they heard the question.