Urban Cultivation Evil

Chapter 742 Ye Tian's Monster

"Haha, two more cultivators!"

Those men in black laughed wildly, slowly shrinking their battle lines.

There were already more than a dozen corpses of men in black lying around, but these men in black seemed not to be afraid of death at all.

Even if Zhao Hu and Zhao Qing were ferocious tigers, they couldn't hold back so many men in black.

"Who are you, why are you besieging us?" Zhao Qing looked gloomy, wiped the blood stains on his face, managed to hold his breath, and tightly clenched his blood-soaked fists.

Zhao Qing's weapons had disappeared for a long time, and the only thing he could use now was a pair of fists.

One of the men in black laughed wildly: "Damn it, there's so much nonsense here, just accept death obediently!"

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand and shouted at the fierce lions without talking nonsense: "Quick, neigh them all!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

There are more than ten fierce lions, all with red eyes, as if they saw delicious prey, roaring, and rushed towards Zhao Hu. People have a chilling feeling.

Seeing the fierce lion rushing towards them, both Zhao Qing and Zhao Hu turned pale with shock.

Zhao Hu roared even more, leaped up, jumped onto a nearby tree, and shouted loudly: "Zhao Qing, quickly find a way to send a signal to Brother Ye, if this continues, both of us will die! !"

"Damn, how do you send the signal now? I have left a mark for Brother Ye, I don't know when he will come!" Zhao Qing saw a fierce lion rushing towards him, and he didn't care about any moves. Gritting his teeth and staring, he also rushed forward, grabbed the fierce lion's open mouth with both hands, and rolled with the fierce lion.

If it was the past, Zhao Qing was sure that he could split the fierce lion's mouth in half.

But now, the zhenqi in his body has long been exhausted, and the strength in his hands is similar to that of a martial artist. To be able to fight this fierce lion is to rely on a brute force.

One man and one lion rolled aside, and the men in black laughed even louder.

"Haha, haha, the master of the sect is indeed wise. He dug a hole for you to jump into. Unexpectedly, all of you are so stupid that you think you are smart!"

"What's the matter, Brother Ye, damn it, even if it's the black brothers and the white brothers, you will all die!"

"Here is the base camp of our sect master. There are tens of thousands of my brothers from the Qinggui sect. Come and die as many of you as you like!"

"Tens of thousands?" Hearing this number, Zhao Hu on the tree gasped.

Shit, was the co-author plotted against?
Those fierce lions couldn't climb the tree, so they stood under the tree and howled.

All the men in black frowned, jumped up one after another, and rushed towards the tree, preparing to besiege Zhao Hu.

Zhao Hu barely breathed a sigh of relief: "Qiankun Qigong, Fenghuo Yaochan!"

Roar!
Opening his mouth, he poured the last trace of true energy left in his body into his own voice, and roared out.

That voice turned into thousands of sharp knives, slashing towards the man in black who rushed forward.

Those men in black seemed to know that this Zhao Hu was unusual. When they saw Zhao Hu making this move, many people backed away one after another and avoided it.

However, a few men in black couldn't dodge in time, and were directly chopped into several pieces by Zhao Hu's sound waves, bleeding wildly.

"Damn, he doesn't believe it anymore, hurry up!"

After the wave of sound passed, the leading man in black saw that Zhao Hu couldn't even stand still, and was overjoyed. He waved the scimitar in his hand again, and rushed towards Zhao Hu.

Zhao Hu was indeed at the end of his strength, and now his body seemed to be drained dry, and he couldn't exert any strength at all.

Not to mention being beaten, even the eyelids couldn't move.

In the haze, seeing the black clothes flickering in front of him, and those men in black charging towards him, Zhao Hu showed a bitter smile: "I didn't expect that we self-righteous cultivators would be tricked by a monster. Hehe, hehe, it's really funny, funny!"

In my heart, the heart of death has been raised.

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded: "Brother Zhao, it's not that easy to want to die!"

Zhao Hu only felt that a soft breath rolled him up.

Then, there was a clang, as if the man in black's scimitar brushed against his ear, and chopped on the tree behind him.

"Brother Ye?" Zhao Hu trembled when he heard this voice, and looked down, but he didn't see Ye Tian at all.

However, Zhao Hu soon recognized that the soft power enveloping his body was actually the power of Qian Kun Yi Qigong?
"This... Brother Ye has cultivated Qiankun Yiqigong to such an extent?"

Zhao Hu opened his eyes with all his strength, and looked in the direction of the voice in disbelief.

The Zhao family's Qiankun Yiqigong can release the true energy in the body, and then get the purpose of controlling the energy and killing people.

However, when used, there are certain restrictions.

Zhao Hu has now reached the realm of Yindan, and the true energy released by Qiankun Yiqigong can lift a weight of twenty catties at most, and it can only be lifted for a moment.

Even if the old patriarch has practiced Qiankun Yiqigong for more than a hundred years, he can only lift fifty catties.

It is said that among the older generation of the Zhao family, the most powerful in this Qiankun Yiqigong can only lift a hundred catties, and it is only after hundreds of years of practice.

No matter how light he is, he still weighs more than 150 jins. He never expected that Ye Tiantian could lift himself up easily after only a few days of practice.

"This Ye Tian is so evil!"

Zhao Hu took a deep breath, but saw three figures dodging among the crowd, shuttling among those men in black.

The huge head kept flying up.

After a while, those men in black had already retreated quickly, and they were powerless to fight.

Immediately afterwards, a figure less than half a meter suspended in mid-air, holding what seemed to be a small sword in his hand, quickly slashed at the fierce lions.

Zhao Qing was dying, seeing that the drooling fangs were aimed at his neck, but he had no choice but to watch himself being bitten to death.

But the strange thing is that suddenly the fierce lion's figure stopped, and there was a trace of unwillingness in his eyes.

Then, a moment later, a huge bloody gash opened on the top of the fierce lion's head. The fierce lion whimpered twice, tilted its body, and fell on Zhao Qing's body.

"What... what's going on here?" Zhao Qing raised his head to look up after escaping from death, but saw that several fierce lions seemed to be cut open by something, and they died extremely thoroughly.

The surviving fierce lions seemed to sense the danger, screaming one by one, and rushed towards the depths of the dense forest frantically, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)