Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Lanzer was forced to parry with his gun.

The three weapons clashed violently.

She had already been injured by the White Ape King, and now, facing two opponents alone, she was immediately at a disadvantage.

Meanwhile, the remaining men in black began to divide the camp.

"Move all the valuables into the middle car!"

"Medicinal herbs, gold certificates, and extraordinary materials—don't miss a single one!"

"Kill anyone who resists!"

The leader of the men in black shouted the order, his eyes filled with greed.

This fleet has been operating for many years, and the goods loaded in the dozen or so vehicles are worth at least thousands of pounds.

After killing all the guards, all the money was theirs.

A man in black rushed into the covered wagon where Lan Po was, and then quickly crawled out again.

"Commander!"

"My sister isn't here!"

The man with the sword frowned.

Where are they?

"Someone just saw her and the wounded soldier go into the woods."

"Chase."

"Captured alive."

The man with the sword said coldly, "The Black Shark Pirate Crew wants both sisters; not one less."

The two third-tier men in black immediately left the camp and followed the trail left by Xilun and Lanpo.

When Lanzer saw this scene, his heart sank.

She finally understood that Xilun's perception was not wrong.

These people really came.

But it's too late to regret it now.

The longsword sliced ​​across her shoulder, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound.

Lanzer grunted, then forced his opponent back with a backhand shot, his mind filled with only one thought.

Lan Po must not be harmed.

Absolutely not.

Meanwhile, Xiren was moving quickly through the woods.

Lan Po followed closely behind.

She wasn't good at hiding, and inevitably broke tree branches and left footprints along the way.

Xilun also lacked the resources to clean up the traces.

He has only recovered a small portion of his injuries and is far from being able to recover at his normal pace.

After running for nearly half an hour, I felt a tightness in my chest and my internal energy began to show signs of disorder again.

The pursuers behind them were getting closer and closer.

"Two people."

Xilun stopped in his tracks.

There's no point in continuing to flee.

At their current speed, they will be caught up sooner or later.

Lan Po asked, panting, "Where's my sister?"

"She didn't come along."

"What if she...?"

Xilun did not answer.

He turned around and looked around.

This is a relatively open woodland with no tall trees nearby, and the ground is scattered with gray and white rocks.

Not suitable for an ambush.

But at least you won't be attacked from behind.

An hour later, two dark figures finally appeared in the woods.

The person on the left is tall, with his left arm hanging slightly down, and his shoulders are noticeably stiff when he walks.

The man on the right held a curved sword, and his demeanor was more composed.

When the two saw Xilun stop, they slowed down.

"Why did you stop running?"

The man with the curved sword grinned.

Hiding behind Xilun, Lanpo timidly asked, "Where's my sister?"

The tall man in black glanced at her beautiful face, his eyes revealing undisguised greed.

"Your sister?"

"It's probably already been enjoyed by my brothers."

"But it's okay."

"You are beautiful too."

"Once we bring you back, the brothers won't treat you unfairly."

Lan Po's face turned deathly pale instantly.

Xilen was not angered by these words.

His mind slowly unfolded as he carefully observed the auras of the two individuals.

The person on the right is an ordinary third-level cultivator with stable strength and no obvious physical defects.

The person on the left was different.

His aura was weak, indicating that he had only recently advanced to the third rank.

My left arm is still injured.

A trace of fire energy remained near the wound, hindering the healing of flesh and blood.

That fire-based power is precisely what Xilun's Xuan Yin Coldness can counteract.

There is a chance.

If the two of them attack together, he will undoubtedly lose.

But if one of them can be killed in an instant, the remaining person may not dare to continue fighting desperately.

Xilun took a step forward.

"Originally, I only wanted to interact with you as an ordinary extraordinary person."

The two men in black were both taken aback.

Xilun remained calm, his voice completely still.

"I didn't expect you to be so aggressive and push so hard."

"Alright."

"I then made a slight move, breaking the vow of not killing once."

The man with the scimitar frowned.

He sensed that Xilun's aura was weak and his face was pale, clearly indicating that he had been seriously injured.

But the other party's attitude was far too composed.

Could this person have been hiding their true strength all along?

The tall man in black chuckled.

"Playing tricks."

"If you were truly capable, would you have run away like a dog for an hour?"

Xilun raised his hand and pointed at him.

"you."

"come over."

The tall man in black's eyes turned cold.

Xilun continued, "Killing you will only take one move."

The woods fell silent.

The tall man in black laughed in anger.

"Kill me in one move?"

Even a third-tier expert wouldn't dare say such a thing!

He strode forward, his left arm surging with power, and his skin quickly glowed a dark red.

"I'd like to see how you kill me in one move!"

Xilun stood still, slowly clenching his right fist.

The scattered power of the Overturning Sea Technique within his body was forcibly gathered.

The Thunder Dragon's Heart trembled slightly.

The chilling, dark energy flowed along the meridians towards the fist.

The next moment, the soil beneath his feet suddenly exploded.

The figure seemed to vanish into thin air.

The tall man in black's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively raised his left arm to block.

boom!

A fist slammed into his arm.

He shuddered slightly and took a half step back.

Very strong.

But he's far from strong enough to kill him in one move.

Just as the tall man in black had this thought in his mind, a low, thunderous sound suddenly resounded from within Xilun's body.

A golden thunder eagle phantom emerged from behind the fist.

The violent lightning energy flowed down his arm and into his body.

At the same time, the Xuan Yin coldness precisely penetrated the old wound in his left arm, instantly freezing the remaining fire-type energy within.

The tall man in black's defensive power froze briefly.

Xilun opened his mouth.

A wisp of Styx breath shot out from the narrow space between the two, directly entering the other's nasal cavity.

The tall man in black suddenly felt disoriented.

What lay before them was no longer a dark forest, but a river of the underworld formed by countless rotting corpses.

Xilun did not stop.

A blood lock deep within his right arm briefly loosened.

A faint yet terrifying dark red-black aura surged into the fist.

The combined power of the Overturning Sea Technique, the Thunder Eagle, the Profound Yin Coldness, the Breath of the Styx River, and the remnants of the evil god's limbs erupted completely at the same instant.

Crack!

The tall man in black was the first to have his left arm explode.

Immediately afterwards, the violent force pierced through his chest.

Large, fine cracks appeared on his skin, and his internal organs were instantly crushed inside his body.

Xilun retracted his fist.

The tall man in black remained standing in the same spot.

He opened his mouth, but only blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out.

The next moment, the massive body crashed to the ground.

The forest fell into dead silence.

one move.

It really only took one move.

The smile on the man with the scimitar froze completely.

He stared at the corpse on the ground, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

A stream of heat flowed down his trouser leg.

But he no longer cared about shame.

That's a third-tier extraordinary being.

Even though he has only recently been promoted, he is by no means someone who can be killed with a single punch.

What kind of monster is this pale-faced young man in front of me?

Xilun stood with his hands behind his back, expressionless.

In fact, his right hand, hidden behind his back, was trembling slightly.

That punch just now was all the power he could muster at the moment.

It even disrupted the meridians that had been painstakingly straightened out.

If the remaining person makes a move immediately, the outcome is hard to predict.

The man with the scimitar trembled and took a step back.

Xilun looked at him coldly.

"Still trying to run?"

The man with the curved sword suddenly stopped.

Xilun's heart sank.

Why have they stopped running?

The man with the curved sword stood a dozen steps away, his face completely bloodless.

escape?

Of course he wanted to escape.

But his companion had only taken one punch before his internal organs were shattered.

Given the speed Xilun just displayed, can he really escape after turning around?

The man with the curved knife dared not gamble.

Moreover, Xilun's words, "Still trying to run," clearly sounded like a reminder that if he turned around, he would surely die.

Pfft!

The man with the curved sword buckled at the knees and knelt on the ground.

"Please spare me, senior!"

"I was blind to your strength, please spare me, senior!"

Xilun's expression remained unchanged, but he felt somewhat depressed inside.

He originally just wanted to scare the other person away.

To everyone's surprise, the man not only didn't run away, but instead knelt down and begged for mercy.

If he were to continue, given his current condition, he might not be able to kill this person.

Moreover, that punch just now triggered a backlash in my meridians, and I can already faintly smell a sweet, metallic taste in my chest.

But we absolutely cannot reveal any weakness at this moment.

Xilun said calmly, "Let you go?"

"no."

The man with the curved sword trembled and immediately kowtowed.

"Senior, I have no grudge against you."

"He was the one who said all those things; I didn't say a word!"

"And I didn't lift a finger from beginning to end!"

"Please just ignore me like I'm a fart!"

Xilun coldly replied, "I have already broken my vow against killing."

"Since it's broken, there's no need to leave any survivors."

The man with the scimitar almost cried.

"It's not broken!"

Xilun's brow twitched slightly.

"What?"

"Senior, this doesn't count as breaking the rules at all!"

The man with the scimitar seemed to have grasped at a last straw, speaking at an astonishing speed.

"You didn't intend to kill him; he was just being reckless and insisted on taking your punch."

"Besides, the senior only said he would make a slight move; who would have thought he was so weak?"

"It's because he's useless."

"This isn't your fault, senior!"

Xilun remained silent for a moment.

"That makes some sense."

The man with the curved sword's eyes lit up, and he kowtowed repeatedly.

"It's not just that it makes some sense, it makes a lot of sense!"

"Senior's cultivation is extraordinary, yet he only threw a punch casually."

"He couldn't even withstand a single punch; his life was over."

"It has nothing to do with you, it really has nothing to do with you!"

Siren continued, "But you saw me make a move."

"I didn't see anything!"

The man with the scimitar immediately closed his eyes.

"I have poor eyesight, and all I saw was him suddenly fall to the ground."

"The senior didn't even lift a finger."

Xilun looked at him for a while.

The man with the scimitar had his forehead pressed against the muddy ground, his body drenched in cold sweat, and he dared not even breathe too loudly.

"Fine."

Xilun finally spoke.

"I'm in a pretty good mood today."

"Get lost."

"Don't disturb my enjoyment of walking with the woman."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The man with the curved knife felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and he got up and fled into the depths of the woods.

He didn't look at Lan Po even once more from beginning to end.

No matter how beautiful Lan Po is, nothing is more important than her own life.

A few breaths later, the man with the scimitar had disappeared.

Blue Soul stood behind Xilun, still somewhat dazed.

She glanced at the corpse on the ground, then at Xilun's retreating figure, and a look of surprise gradually welled up in her eyes.

So Xilun really is that powerful.

No wonder he remained calm and almost indifferent when facing his sister.

Even a third-tier extraordinary being couldn't withstand a single punch from him. If he really wanted to take back that spear, no one in the convoy could stop him.

But soon, Lan Po's ears turned red again.

Xilun just said...

Do not disturb him while he is walking with the woman.

Here, besides Xilun, there is only himself.

What exactly does this sentence mean?

Why did he use this reason to let the man in black go?

Lan Po's heart inexplicably started beating faster.

She glanced furtively at Xilun's profile, then quickly looked away.

I'm still not out of danger, so what am I thinking?

Xilun was unaware of Lanpo's thoughts.

He was trying his best to suppress the chaotic energy within his body.

The icy coldness of the Xuan Yin collided with the thunderous force, and the power of the Overturning Sea Technique surged through the meridians like an unrestrained tide.

The wisp of dark red and black energy that had just leaked out had not completely retreated back into the blood lock and was slowly moving along the flesh and blood of the right arm.

We must leave here as soon as possible.

However, just as Xilun was about to turn around, a series of chaotic footsteps suddenly came from afar.

He looked up.

Lanzel was the first to rush out of the woods.

Her face was pale, her gray coat was soaked in blood, and she had wounds on her left shoulder, abdomen, and thigh.

She still held the Thunder Spear in her hand.

Following closely behind were two men in black.

The man wielding the sword was thin, but possessed the most powerful aura, clearly indicating that he had reached the pinnacle of physical strength.

The other man was holding a short axe and also had a gunshot wound on his shoulder.

The three rushed into the woods one after the other and saw the corpse on the ground at the same time.

Lanzer paused.

She recognized the deceased.

The other party is one of the third-tier leaders of the Black Soul Mercenary Group.

But now, there were no obvious wounds on his chest, but blood mixed with fragments of internal organs kept oozing from his mouth and nose, and his left arm had exploded from the inside, making his death extremely tragic.

Lanzer looked in the direction of the corpse.

Xilun stood not far away, his expression still calm.

Lan Po hid behind him, without any injuries.

"this……"

Lanzer was stunned.

Was it really Xilun who killed him?

How could a wounded soldier, barely breathing and struggling to walk, kill a third-tier extraordinary being?

The two men in black who had been chasing them also stopped.

The man with the sword looked serious.

Just then, the man with the scimitar who had fled earlier circled back from the other side.

He originally intended to join forces with the commander and use the commander's power to deal with Xilun.

But as soon as he stepped into the woods, he noticed that the commander and the others were also standing at a distance, showing no intention of coming forward.

The man with the curved knife immediately felt remorse and quietly hid at the back, ready to escape at any moment.

The man in black with the short axe looked at him.

How do people die?

The man with the scimitar trembled.

"One punch."

"He only threw one punch."

The man in black with the short axe contracted his pupils.

The man with the sword stared at Xilun for a moment, then suddenly clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Who are you, sir?"

Xilun's mind raced.

The swordsman before them possessed refined blood and qi, a perfect physique, and his strength was not far from achieving perfection.

Even if I am not injured, it will still take some effort to deal with this person.

Moreover, the other party also had two third-tier extraordinary individuals by their side.

If the three of them team up, he doesn't have much of a chance of winning.

Especially in times like these, one must not show the slightest weakness.