Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 120 Let’s go
But Zhou Leng was faster than him.

He took a step forward and slapped him in the back.

puff……

The man's back and chest were blown through, flesh and blood spurted out, leaving a huge hole in his upper body, and he fell to the ground.

He crawled on the ground, using his hands and legs for a few times, then stopped.

Zhou Leng listened to the dense footsteps behind him and rushed to the side.

"No, there is only one footstep left, and it goes to the left. Stop! Walk slowly." Yu Baocheng's voice sounded.

The team of seven suddenly stopped, gathered together, and moved forward slowly.

They walked up to the two bodies and saw two foreign warriors who had died in strange ways.

One face was cracked from bottom to top, and one had a big hole in the upper body.

The seven people felt cold all over.

"what happened……"

The seven men were all martial artists, and they could tell at a glance how fierce the attacker's attack was.

The two people who died in the battle were both in the late stage of blood circulation, and they could use their luck to protect themselves.

However, their bodies are as fragile as dead leaves.

The seven people's hearts were in turmoil, but they didn't dare to say a word.

"Let's go! We can't stay here for long." Yu Baocheng was indeed a big gangster. He didn't care about his face at all and turned around and left.

Zhou Leng originally thought that they would hunt him down, but after thinking it over, he returned to where the two bodies were and put their backpacks into the magic bag.

Zhou Leng looked at the darkening sky, slightly hunched his back, and like a hunting tiger, he chased in the direction the seven people fled.

The sun sets and darkness shrouds the magic city.

The seven people were in panic in the dense forest. The crunching sound of footsteps on the leaves behind them was like a noose around their necks.

The sound of crushing leaves was getting closer and closer, and the rope was getting tighter and tighter.

Not long after, Yu Baocheng shouted, "Zhou Leng, I admit my mistake! It was that bastard Tu Rong who instigated me to come here, saying that if I hurt you, I would get 500,000 yuan. We didn't want to kill you from the beginning, we just wanted to hurt you, really. We are in trouble today, just say we will compensate you!"

"Drop your backpacks and weapons, now." Zhou Leng's voice came from behind.

The other six looked at Yu Baocheng.

Yu Baocheng said anxiously: "No, without our weapons and the things in our backpacks, we will surely die."

"What a shame. I gave you a chance."

Zhou Leng's footsteps approached again.

The seven people ran, looking back from time to time.

After a few minutes, a thug in the early stage of blood transport shouted, "It has nothing to do with me! It was Yu Baocheng who wanted to kill you, and I didn't mean to do that!"

After the man finished speaking, he dropped his magic crossbow and backpack, turned to the right and ran.

"Fuck!" Yu Baocheng cursed loudly, and he looked back at the demonized crossbow and backpack on the ground.

A shadow passed by and picked up the enchanted crossbow and backpack.

"Okay, I won't kill you." Zhou Leng said as he put away his backpack and magic crossbow.

The man who escaped looked back and fled into the dense forest.

"Brother Bao, I'm sorry." Another person in the middle stage of blood circulation threw down his backpack, turned around and ran to the left.

"You guys..." Yu Baocheng's heart sank to the bottom.

"Brother Bao, I'm sorry." A warrior in the late stage of blood circulation threw away his backpack and ran away.

Zhou Leng picked up the two backpacks, accelerated suddenly, and slapped the slowest warrior in the early stage of blood circulation on the back.

The man fell to the ground and the demonized crossbow flew away.

"Brother..." Yu Baocheng turned his head to look at his cousin who was lying on the ground. He was furious, his chest was stuffy, and his steps became faster.

Zhou Leng picked up the magic crossbow and backpack and put them into the magic bag.

The two most threatening demonic crossbows have been dealt with.

Zhou Leng suddenly accelerated and headed straight for the last three people.

Under the moonlight, a figure chased three figures, passing through the trees.

Getting closer, getting closer.

"Let's fight!" said Yu Baocheng.

"Fight!"

The three of them turned around and faced Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng did not stop at all and rushed forward at a speed unimaginable to the three people.

"kill!"

The three men punched from three directions. Zhou Leng moved like a flowing cloud and went in front of the man in the middle stage of blood circulation on the left.

He stretched out his hands, like a pair of pliers, and grabbed the man's right fist. His inner energy surged, and he pulled, pushed, and shook, and in the blink of an eye, he had relieved the man's strength.

Finally, give it a hard tug.

hiss...

The man's right arm, along with the sleeve, was torn off completely.

Blood spurted from the shoulder, making a hissing sound.

"what……"

The other two men attacked with fists and kicks, but Zhou Leng dodged them with the Bagua Step, then rushed to the man with the broken arm, turned sideways, and leaned against him with his shoulder.

Zhou Leng's shoulder and upper arm hit the man's chest and abdomen.

Click...

The man's chest and abdomen collapsed, his body flew backwards, he fell to the ground, struggled for a while, and then died.

The other two came straight at him with fists.

Zhou Leng turned around, took a bow step, stood firmly, and faced the fists of the two men with both palms.

Two dragons emerge from water.

The surging Zhenhai Qi that had accumulated to the extreme roared out like a flood from an opened dam.

The two men exchanged fists and palms with Zhou Leng.

Click...

Click...

Both of them had their arms broken and they staggered backwards screaming.

Zhou Leng took two steps to catch up, and then used the move of double dragons emerging from water, pushing forward with both arms.

It hit both of them right in the heart.

The two men spit out blood, flew backwards, and fell heavily to the ground with their chests collapsed.

The two men instinctively pushed the ground with their four legs, pushing away the dirt and leaves, making four shallow pits, and slowly stopped.

The broken ribs and sternums pierced their internal organs and skin, and blood flowed slowly. In the dim night, the two men stared with wide eyes and distorted faces.

like a statue.

Zhou Leng stepped on the head and finished off the opponent.

He took off the backpacks of the two people, put all the backpacks together, picked out the useful and valuable ones to keep, and burned the rest.

Zhou Leng looked at the body of Yu Baocheng, the man with the cockscomb haircut, and was silent for a few seconds.

"farewell."

Zhou Leng first meditated to gather his energy, and after his true energy was restored, he strode towards the Shuizhou base.

Zhou Leng did not chase the others. First, he did not want to kill too many people. Second, if they just found a random place to hide, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack and a waste of time.

As for the boss behind them, Yan Fenggang, the fifth of the Shuizhou Five Tigers...

Find some time, wear the badge of an apprentice martial guard, call Uncle Li or Instructor Deng Zhijue, and go for a cup of tea.

At worst, we can have another gambling fight.

Zhou Leng kept moving forward.

The more you walk, the smoother the progress.

Seems familiar with this forest and this magic city.

Also became familiar with the rules of the forest.

While Zhou Leng was running towards the Shuizhou base, he recalled the battle just now and reviewed the gains and losses.

After a while, Zhou Leng felt that the area around him looked familiar, and occasionally he could see some rotten or shriveled body parts.

Zhou Leng took a look at the map on the magic watch.

Here, it is located in the Tianjie examination hall.

I heard that the area of several hundred kilometers nearby was swept back and forth several times by the Seventh Division, so it should be safe.

Zhou Leng continued to run and increased his vigilance.

Passing through a forest, in the pitch-black night, there were flickering lights and looming shadows ahead.

Zhou Leng took a closer look and saw hundreds of demons besieging some humans.

This scene is almost a reappearance of the Tianji Joint Examination.

Zhou Leng ran over without hesitation.

When he got closer, he bent down and observed carefully.

There were several tall demon corpses lying on the edge of the battlefield. They were the Whip of Pain and the Tumor Guards, which were equivalent to the human body refining stage.

Not far away lay a candle holder in the body refining stage.

They all had some demonic arrows stuck in their bodies.

Those living demons are all in the blood circulation stage, far from reaching the body refining stage.

Suddenly, a gap appeared in the surrounded crowd, and Zhou Leng saw two familiar faces.

One was the old man Song Juesi, who had a very high level of external power, and was lying on the ground.

The other one was a very beautiful girl among his students. Even though Zhou Leng didn't pay special attention to her, he still had an impression of her.

The girl is taking care of Mr. Song.

Zhou Leng guessed in his heart that it was very likely that Song Juesi and the body-refining bodyguard worked together, at the cost of getting injured, to kill those body-refining demons, which created a glimmer of hope.

Zhou Leng observed for a while and found out the most important demon in the demon team.

Three prayers in the late stage of blood circulation.

The praying man has a human-like appearance and is dressed in a black cloak.

A strange human face was revealed under the cloak.

The face was covered with scars, the mouth was located in the middle of the face, the corners of the mouth extended to the ears, the mouth was very large, taking up one-third of the face.

When they open their mouths, their faces are split in two.

Zhou Leng walked around behind the three people praying.

The three praying men had already noticed it, and with a flick of their fingers, a team of ten humped horse demons responsible for protecting them rushed towards Zhou Leng.

The Silent Mountain Legion that Ma Mo belongs to is very good at charging. I have only encountered them individually before, but now there is a team in front, and the feeling is immediately different.

The ten humped horse demons were arranged in four rows in a triangle, like an arrow, rushing straight towards Zhou Leng.

Amid the sound of the earth shaking, flesh whips spurted out from their headless anus' necks to protect their entire bodies.

The humpback horse demon charged more and more fiercely, and in an instant it was like a huge rock rushing down a mountain, unstoppable.

This small team is enough to overturn a troop transport truck.

Zhou Leng first pretended to rush towards them, then when he got close, he quickly moved sideways, avoided them, and rushed towards the three praying people.

Ma Mo hurriedly turned around and chased Zhou Leng, but it was too late.

In just a few blinks of an eye, Zhou Leng rushed over thirty meters and came close to the person praying.

The three praying men cast spells together, and lights of various colors shone, including white spiritual shocks, blue heart calls, and gray totems of grief.

The three forces all bombarded Zhou Leng together, even condensing into substance and blowing away the weeds.

A faint shadow of a mountain appeared in Zhou Leng's eyes.

Zhou Leng passed through the triple mental attack without any hindrance, and like two dragons emerging from the water, he hit two praying people whose physical strength was similar to that of ordinary people.

The tidal force exploded on the spot.

The bodies and clothes of the two praying men were torn into pieces and exploded into flying pieces.

The third praying man stepped back in fear while casting a spell.

Zhou Leng rushed forward and punched him in the chest.

Click...

The praying man was cut across the chest, his upper body flew out, and his lower body fell to the ground, bleeding profusely.

"It's Senior Brother Zhou Leng!" the girl next to Song Juesi shouted loudly.

"Zhou Leng? It's us!" Rao Mingxian's voice rang out among the crowd.

"What's going on?" Zhou Leng asked while using the fighting method he was best at in the Tianjie Examination Hall.

He did not attack with force or fight to the death, but simply relied on his agility to move around the encirclement and continuously attack the demons that had their backs turned to him.

Rao Mingxian shouted, "On our way back, we were attacked by horse demons from the Silent Mountain Legion, and then we met Old Song and his men. There seemed to be quite a few demons nearby, and we didn't know if they were new or remnants from before."

"Hold on, it's just a blood circulation demon!"

Without the body-refining demon, Zhou Leng is unstoppable.

At this moment, it seemed as if I was back in the Tianjie examination room.

One palm, one punch, one elbow, one shoulder, one hit after another, clean and neat.

Zhou Leng's footwork and body movements were so agile that the demons chasing him had no way to stop him.

(End of this chapter)