The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 376: Ming Wang Zhen Shi, killed several people
On a high slope.

Qin Zhiming, who was urged by Meng Yao, took advantage of the battle to see the changes in the snake tribe's Yu and other warriors.

Enhanced by magic, their strength, speed, and self-healing have all been greatly improved.

The golden light emerging from the body surface can not only block physical attacks, but also block attacks from the mind.

After completing the observation, Qin Zhiming clenched his two swords and suddenly disappeared.

When he appeared again, he was already beside Mu Yulan.

Stab it!

The warrior Yu who was about to hit Mu Yulan with his fist directly hit the blade swung by Qin Zhiming.

The blade made of the bones of the beast king, with the blessing of Qin Zhiming's powerful strength, instantly broke through the golden light and split the flesh and bones.

The blade pointed upwards, cutting off half of Yudeng Warrior's right arm.

The expressionless soldier Yu stretched out his left hand without hesitation to grab Qin Zhiming's neck.

Whoosh!
Qin Zhiming suddenly chopped down the long knife made of bear god bones in his right hand.

The left arm fell off, and two long swords were embedded in the torso.

The long swords crossed and broke through the bodies, and the upper bodies of Yu and other soldiers were instantly broken into three pieces.

Unexpectedly, when the three pieces of meat were about to fall to the ground, the golden scriptures covered all over the bodies of Yu and other warriors tied them up like ropes.

Then, the scripture contracted, like a bandage, wrapping the injury.

Seeing this, Qin Zhiming turned the two swords in his hands into shadows and slashed out.

In an instant, countless bloodstains appeared on the bodies of Yu and other soldiers.

Swish!
The bloodstain split open, and square pieces of flesh of the same size fell to the ground.

"You can't recover from this?"

Qin Zhiming glanced at the piece of meat and shifted his gaze to Mu Yulan who was fighting with another Yudeng warrior nearby.

"One on one, any questions?"

Mu Yulan, who had used ripples in the air to block the enemy's attack, heard this and nodded heavily, gritting her teeth:
"no problem!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Zhiming appeared behind the three Yudeng warriors that Liao Zheng and Zhou Wuyou were fighting against.

Two long swords pierced through the chest from behind, and from bottom to top, cut the head of a Yudeng warrior into three pieces.

Then, with a swing of the long knife, the three heads were turned into minced meat.

I thought the enemy with his head cut off would die, but unexpectedly, the golden scriptures quickly gathered at the neck to form a golden head.

The golden head turned around and stared at Qin Zhiming.

Qin Zhiming smiled at him and said, "Don't look at it. You're going to die."

Whoosh!
Before he could finish his words, his long sword had already chopped the enemy into pieces.

After doing all this, Qin Zhiming took a few steps back to avoid the attacks of the other two enemies.

boom! ! !
Killer move [Capture the Rainbow]!
The large handprint formed by the whitish airflow hit the two Yudeng warriors and turned into white ropes to bind them.

Qin Zhiming followed the direction where the big handprint came from, nodded to Liao Zheng and Zhou Wuyou, and disappeared again.

Their talents are airflow and impact, and they know how to cooperate with each other, so they are more than capable of fighting against two Yu-level warriors.

The moving Qin Zhiming ignored Jiang Chongding who was fighting with a Yu-dan warrior.

If he would lose in a one-on-one fight, then he deserves to die and is not worth saving.

Seeing that Qin Zhiming wanted to go to support Meng Yao, Yi Nian frowned.

Qin Zhiming's strength was beyond his expectations, and he could not allow him to act recklessly.

With a single thought, he used his mental power to connect with dozens of monks nearby who were holding up magical instruments and casting spells.

The next moment, a golden light flew out from between the monks who were gathered in a circle.

The golden light shot directly at a Yu-level warrior who was fighting against Meng Yao.

In an instant, the man's figure grew taller and his size expanded several times, with a slowly rotating golden circle appearing behind him.

Buddhist magic [Ming Wang Zhenshi]!
The enemy's rising momentum made Meng Yao's face change drastically.

However, the enemy, whose strength surged again, ignored him and turned around to punch him.

The enormous force squeezed the air, turning into a clear shock wave that exploded from the fists of Yu and other warriors.

The powerful impact caused Meng Yao to squat down, trying to steady his shaking body.

But it was no use. He dug his feet into the ground and was pushed back by the impact, leaving two deep dents on the ground. The same happened to the warriors beside him, Yu and others.

The other people nearby were also affected by the impact and their bodies were shaking continuously.

Staring at the incoming fist, Qin Zhiming crossed his swords and blocked them in front of his chest.

Bang! ! !
The fist touched the two long swords, and a materialized straight shock wave came out with the fist.

The shock wave swept through Qin Zhiming, creating a wide pit on the ground behind him.

Hey! ! !
Qin Zhiming crossed his two swords, trying to chop off the enemy's right fist that was against the blade.

Unexpectedly, the scales covering the enemy's right fist suddenly became extremely hard.

This poisonous armor made of snake scales can no longer be easily cut by Qin Zhiming as before.

Obviously, the scales were also enhanced by Buddhist magic.

Qin Zhiming glanced at Meng Yao who was closer to him:

"Leave him to me, and focus on dealing with the person in front of you."

Meng Yao nodded and continued to attack the enemy with two daggers.

Qin Zhiming looked at the enemy in front of him, and then at Yi Nian not far away:
"What the hell are you doing?"

Yi Nian raised the corner of his mouth but said nothing.

boom!
Strengthened by magic again, the warriors Yu and others, who looked like little giants, stretched out their arms to hug Qin Zhiming.

The air in his chest, squeezed by his strength, made a roaring sound as if it could not bear the weight.

Yu and other soldiers hugged Qin Zhiming so quickly that he had no time to dodge.

Everyone who saw this scene felt uneasy.

If Qin Zhiming, the strongest one, died, the mission would be declared a failure.

However, everyone is busy with their own affairs now and no one can come forward to help.

So, everyone could only watch as the flowing air, under the pressure of force, turned into a rapidly shrinking cage that locked up Qin Zhiming.

The bars of the cage, like the arms of a thick tree trunk, suddenly closed together, as if to crush his head.

Qin Zhiming sighed and seemed to give up struggling.

He dropped the two swords in his hands and let them stick into the ground.

boom! ! !
Yi Nian looked at the situation not far away in astonishment.

The attack of the warrior enhanced by the two spells was actually blocked.

Qin Zhiming stretched out his hands, firmly grasped the soldier's arms, and smiled slightly.

As he gradually exerted strength with his hands, he was able to lift up the warrior who was several times larger than him.

The next moment, in the eyes of everyone, the huge warrior was torn into two halves by Qin Zhiming as if it were a thin piece of paper.

Qin Zhiming threw away the corpse in his hand, drew out his long sword, and looked at Yi Nian with a gloomy face:
"Are there any other means? If not, I will come over and chop off your head."

Yi Nian did not answer him and threw away the white jade rosary in his hand.

Wow.

The rosary was caught by a monk who held up a magical instrument.

Yi Nian put his hands together and bowed to him.

"Sorry, the enemy is difficult to deal with. I can only beg the mage to sacrifice himself."

The monk who walked out of the crowd shook his head:

“It’s not your fault. People who have not learned Buddhism cannot exert the full power of magic even if they are blessed by it.

What's more, you are facing the elite of Taoism.

It's normal that these warriors can't defeat them.

Leave it to me from now on, and I promise not to let anyone get close to here."

The monk holding a magical instrument that looked like a vajra put on a rosary and used his mind to transmit messages, asking his companions beside him to cast spells on him.

In a flash, two golden lights hit his body, and the rosary around his neck lit up with dazzling white light.

Buddhist magic [Angry Vajra]! [Ming Wang to protect the world]! [Bodhicitta]!
The monk, with scriptures covering his body, a halo hanging from his back and white silk wrapped around his arms, looked at Qin Zhiming who was walking slowly towards him, and put his hands together:
"I am Mo Wu, a monk from Huiyuan Temple. Please give me some advice, Immortal."

"I don't deserve it, Qin Zhiming of Wuji Temple."

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