As Yang Qusheng and He Wei fought together, several other figures slowly walked out from behind.
"Why does that loser dare to fight against Master Qu Sheng?" One person laughed with a disdainful sneer.
"That's right, Master Qu Sheng is in the ninth level of Ning Ling. Even an eighth-level person like him dares to fight against the young master." Another person agreed.
"Since the young master has chosen to deal with He Wei, let us deal with this little bitch." The third person looked at Jin Chen with fiery eyes and said, gearing up.
"Hehe..." Suddenly, everyone walked towards Jinchen with wild smiles, and there was obvious teasing in their eyes.
Seeing several people approaching, Jinchen frowned slightly. Immediately, his eyes bypassed several people and landed in the distance. He nodded and said in deep thought: "Are there more and more people..."
Jinchen closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, there was no expression on his face. Some, just calm.
"Do you, the Yang family, like to go against me so much?" Jinchen looked at a few people nonchalantly, his voice cold.
"Ha." A strong man with a scar on his face sneered, "Who in Saint Yuan City doesn't know that the Fire Mercenary Group has surrendered to our Yang family and has to hand over one-tenth of its income every year. But you kill If you kill them, you are clearly against our Yang family, why should we target you?"
"Alas~" Jin Chen sighed softly and said no more.
The figure trembled and appeared in front of a member of the Yang family, "Death!"
Jin Chen shouted coldly, quickly reached out with one hand and pinched the man's neck. The huge force instantly drained the color from the man's face.
The man kept struggling, and because his neck was pinched by Jin Chen's hand, the suffocation made his eyes black and his vision blurred. Veins popped out on his forehead, looking extremely ferocious.
"Let him go!" The scarred man shouted, drew out a broad knife, and slashed at Jinchen. The sharp force of the knife split the air.
Judging from the power of the sword, it was clear that the scarred man did not take the person restrained by Jin Chen seriously at all. Once his sword hits, both Jinchen and the unlucky man will be cut in half!
Jinchen smiled softly, looked at the person she restrained with a mocking look, and said, "You are really sad."
As he said that, Jin Chen swung his hand and hit the man directly on the blade of the sword.
Phew.
The broad knife slashed into the man's body, killing him instantly. At this moment, Jin Chen stepped on his body and flew forward.
"Do you think you are very powerful?" Jinchen stepped on the corpse, squatted down calmly, looked at the scarred man, and said jokingly.
"Ah!" Seeing Jin Chen's face suddenly enlarged in his sight, the scarred man was suddenly startled and couldn't help but want to retreat.
But just when he made a move, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his mind. He had to cover his head with one hand and stopped.
Jin Chen smiled, slowly stretched out a finger, and touched the scarred man's eyebrow, stimulating his energy.
Phew!
With one finger, he easily pierced the scarred man's eyebrow. Jinchen looked at the remaining people, smiled seductively, and lightly opened his red lips: "Tianyang. Hua Lie!"
Following Jin Chen's order, the flames that had been burning the Fire Mercenary Group suddenly shot out and turned into streams of fire, wrapping around everyone in the Yang family.
"You, what kind of magic are you doing?" Everyone in the Yang family looked horrified and retreated sharply.
But even if they reacted quickly, several people were still caught up by the long stream of flames, covered in flames, and burned alive.
After Jinchen's round of attacks, only three of the Yang family members who dealt with Jinchen were left alive.
"How, how is this possible?!" All three of them looked frightened, "You actually killed so many powerful spirit condensers with one move!"
Bang!
There was another muffled sound, and He Wei and Yang Qusheng, whose figures had intertwined before, were separated.
Yang Qusheng's feet scraped two thin trenches on the ground, and he retreated dozens of meters before he stopped.
After stabilizing himself, Yang Qusheng's face flushed and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
And He Wei just tapped his toes and took a few steps back. The strength of the two people makes a judgment.
"How is that possible!" Yang Qusheng looked unwillingly and looked at He Wei in disbelief.
He Mingming was still at the eighth level of Ning Ling a month ago, and he could suppress it with just one hand. Why has He Wei reached the ninth level of Ningling now and is even stronger than him? !
Yang Qusheng clenched his fists and looked at He Wei with eyes full of hatred. But knowing what his current strength is, he doesn't dare to attack rashly anymore.
Having seen what memory is, Jinchen could more or less guess what Yang Qusheng was thinking, and he was probably extremely unwilling to do so. But He Wei had already taken the spiritual treasure Guiyuan Lingguo, and the quality of his spiritual energy had already been many times higher than he knew. To meet the current He Wei, we can only say that he is unlucky.
It can be said that Jinchen has no surprises about what it means to win. Rather, she felt that He Wei was too slow. It's been a minute and I haven't killed that guy yet!
"Yang Qusheng, I have long said that sooner or later you will regret it. I wonder how you feel now?" Looking at Yang Qusheng who was vomiting blood, he showed no mercy and his tone was cold and cold.
It was this bastard who coveted his sister's beauty a month ago, forcibly desecrated his sister, ruined her sister's innocence, and caused his sister to commit suicide.
Later, he went to seek revenge, but because he was not strong enough, he was almost beaten to death by Yang Qusheng.
He originally wanted to ask his family for help, but the family was already in trouble and had no time to take into account the conflicts among the younger generations. Naturally, his sister's death was in vain.
From that day on, he vowed to kill Yang Qusheng one day at any cost.
Therefore, now that he sees his enemy being injured, not only will he not show sympathy but show mercy. On the contrary, he felt very happy. If the time hadn't allowed it now, he would have even wanted to kill Yang Qusheng and torture him to death!
"Kill him quickly, now is not the time for you to play." Jin Chen glanced sideways at He Wei and said calmly.
"Yes, Lord." He Wei nodded, took out his long sword, and quickly made a few hand seals.
"Extremely sharp cutting!" He Wei coldly shouted after the last seal was printed.
A layer of quiet blue light suddenly covered the long sword, making the entire sword body reveal a strange feeling.
"Suffer death, Yang Qusheng!" He Wei stepped forward with a stomp.
"Damn it." Seeing He Wei coming, Yang Qusheng quickly drew out his sword to resist.
Click.
The two swords connected, and there was only a crisp sound, and Yang Qusheng's long sword broke.
He Wei's offensive continued unabated, and he slashed his sword towards Yang Qusheng's neck.
"presumptuous!"
Just as the tip of the sword was about to pierce, a loud shout suddenly sounded, shaking He Wei's heart and mind, as if he couldn't even hold the sword steady.
At the same time, a figure jumped out from a distance at great speed, with spiritual energy surging all over his body, and he struck at He Wei with a palm.
"Yang Qi!" He Wei gritted his teeth with hatred when he saw who was coming. His heart skipped a beat, and the long sword in his hand suddenly exerted force. Against the pressure of the powerful cultivator, the long sword in his hand pierced Yang Qusheng's neck with a pop.
"You little beast from the He family, how dare you?!" Seeing the blood on Yang Qusheng's neck, Yang Qi was shocked and angry. The palm force suddenly became stronger, and marks were placed on He Wei's body. Blast him away.
Looking at Yang Qi who was coming, Jin Chen's mouth showed a hint of solemnity, "If you kill a cultivator, no one will want to enter the canyon and disturb Luo Yuan."
Jin Chen murmured, with terrifying murderous intent blooming in his eyes, and summoned the seventy-two Yunlan Demonic Swords.
