Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

His younger brother Qian Longyu had superb physical skills. He once escaped from the siege of three fourth-level warriors without a scratch or a blade on his body.

This pair of brothers from the four realms, plus another centurion from the Lingzhou Zhenling Division, arrived, as well as the previous four.

There are now seven people in the fourth realm who are hostile to Anle!

This is a considerable force in any force. If they work together, it will not be difficult to sweep an entire prefecture.

This made the onlookers worry for the Ghost-Faced Man on the top of the mountain. The Ghost-Faced Man was very strong, but he was just one person after all. Could he really defeat so many strong men?

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Not long after, Qianlong Blade learned from others that Li Yunshen had been defeated, and he cursed in his heart.

"Incompetent bungler."

"You just have to do it on your own."

Although Qianlong Blade was dissatisfied with Li Yunshen's recklessness, he had to admit that he had indeed tested some of the Ghost-faced Man's strength.

"As I expected, the Ghost-Faced Man's martial arts skills are extremely high. I may not be his opponent if I fight him alone."

"but now……"

Qianlong Blade looked at the centurion of Lingzhou and nodded slightly.

The captain named Fan Lin understood, and his blood and energy burst out. A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he shouted coldly: "Ghost-faced man, let me meet you!"

Before he actually made a move, he heard a cold comment from the top of the mountain.

"You can not."

"Your fists and feet are weak, your Qi and blood are deficient, what right do you have to challenge me, a useless person like you?"

Fan Lin frowned, his hair standing on end in anger: "You!"

Ever since he broke through the fourth realm, no one has ever dared to insult him like this.

However, Anle had not finished speaking.

Under the astonished gazes of many warriors, he stood up, towered on the top of the barren mountain, and looked down at the seven scattered warriors of the fourth realm.

The words he said made people doubt whether they were hallucinating.

“Oh, by the way, I’m not targeting you alone.”

"I mean, the seven of you in the fourth realm...are all trash!"

Anle waved gently with a cold tone.

"You guys come together, I'm in a hurry."

Chapter 212: Suppressing the Heroes

"You guys come together, I'm in a hurry."

Hearing this, not to mention Fan Lin, Qian Longyu and others, even Qian Longren, who had the best Qi cultivation skills and the calmest personality, couldn't help but change his expression.

Who among those who can become a warrior of the fourth realm is not a genius?

After breaking through the fourth realm, wherever they went, they were met with respectful and admiring gazes. They didn't know how long it had been since they were directly insulted like this, so naturally they were filled with anger and fury.

Fan Lin shouted angrily: "You are such a bold lunatic! You don't know how high the heaven is or how deep the earth is!"

"You just beat a few unknown guys. Do you really think you are a big shot?"

After saying that, he stomped his feet on the ground, white hot air burst out from his body, and he rushed towards Anle.

The others in the fourth realm also used their signature martial arts and attacked fiercely.

"Ghost-faced man, prepare to die!"

"Let me teach you a lesson on behalf of your elders!"

The warriors' blood and energy surged violently, showing exaggerated strength, and their punches brought up layers of explosive air waves.

Or they would display extremely sharp magic weapons, which, under the stimulation of qi and blood, would emit a frightening cold light and burst out with dangerous secret power.

Or maybe it was like Zhou Shuo back then, where spiritual power was condensed and attached to the body surface to enhance physical strength and speed.

Several fourth-level warriors with different abilities attacked together.

For a moment, the sky and the earth changed color again.

The dust was flying, covering the sky and the sun.

The howling wind sounded like the wailing of a ghost, solemn and gloomy.

The air within a radius of one kilometer seemed to become restless, and the spiritual energy in it was particularly active.

The terrifying heat wave brought by the qi and blood forced the spectators around to retreat again and again. They were terrified and even felt a sense of terror as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart.

Even though this was not directed at everyone, the aftermath alone was too much for them to bear.

Many people saw for the first time the sight of so many people in the fourth realm besieging one person.

Even the ghost-faced man who had just displayed his might would probably not be able to get away with it at the hands of these powerful men.

Huang Yueshan, who was watching from the sidelines, sighed inwardly, feeling sorry for the Ghost-Faced Man's recklessness: "He shouldn't be so arrogant and provocative."

"If we fight alone and defeat them one by one, maybe we still have a chance..."

On the other side, Qian Longyu was also planning to use his best body skills to launch a surprise attack, but was stopped by his brother.

Qian Longyu asked aggrievedly: "Brother? It's already now, and you still have to endure it?"

In fact, Qianlongren was also full of anger in his heart, but rationality still drove him to make a sober decision.

He explained: "Don't be impatient, let them try the Ghost Face Man's methods again."

"If we can easily kill him, that would be great. If the ghost-faced man can still hold on, it won't be too late for us to take action then."

Qianlong Blade has his own plans.

This ghost-faced man is certainly hateful and abominable, but apart from Fan Lin, the other four-realm powerhouses are not on the same path as them, and they might even fight over the bounty.

Instead of waiting until then to turn against each other, it would be better to let these people and the ghost-faced man fight each other first, so that both sides will suffer losses, and then their brothers can reap the benefits.

Qianlong Ren naturally couldn't say such a private thought out loud, and it was not convenient for him to explain it in detail to his brother.

"Ah...Brother, you are always like this."

Qian Longyu sighed. Although he was dissatisfied with his brother's decision, he still did as he was told.

He turned his head and looked towards the top of the barren mountain, thinking to himself: "Now, I'm afraid we won't even have a chance to make a move."

"I don't think the ghost-faced man can hold out for much longer. It's a pity... I can't teach this arrogant kid a lesson myself."

As soon as Qian Longyu had this thought, he suddenly heard a loud bang.

Not far away, at the location of the ghost-faced man's eyes, there seemed to be a burst of flames, and the light penetrated through the strange armor, like two bright stars.

Boom!

Immediately afterwards, there was another loud bang, as if a heavy hammer hit people's hearts hard.

Everyone seemed to see the illusion of a volcano erupting and lava rising into the sky.

The momentum of the five fourth-level warriors' attack paused, and their heads began to buzz.

Qianlong Blade quickly determined the source of the sound. It was a sound that everyone has, and even every warrior can hear it when practicing.

"Is this... a heartbeat?"

Just as Qianlongren figured this out in his mind, he saw Fan Lin, who was at the front of the five people, suddenly stop.

It was as if he was frozen in mid-air by a force. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the restraint of this mysterious force.

"You are weaker than Li Baihu, yet you still call him a nobody."

An Le spoke quietly, her tone full of disappointment: "You are the one who really doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, right?"

Veins bulged on Fan Lin's forehead, his muscles tensed, and his face turned red. He used all his strength but still could not break free from the control of this powerful energy.

He was shocked and angry in his heart: "This ghost-faced man's use of energy has reached this level?"

At this time, Fan Lin heard Anle speak again.

"Captain Fan's skills are indeed extraordinary, but his weakness is too obvious."

"One palm is enough to deal with you."

Before he finished speaking, he came in front of Fan Lin and gently pressed his hand.

boom!

Fan Lin's face was filled with horror, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest. It was as if the source of his strength was suddenly cut off, and his whole body suddenly became weak and powerless.

"How did he figure that out!?"

Fan Lin was filled with disbelief. As a martial artist like him, his weak spot was a vital point and he would not tell even his closest relatives.

But how long did it take for the Ghost-Faced Man to see through his fatal flaw?

Before Fan Lin could think, his body flew backwards uncontrollably and slammed into the barren mountain, leaving a large human-shaped pit.

"It can barely be considered as half a Li Baihu."

Anle commented calmly, then turned around and looked at the remaining four people.

"I have practiced hard in the mountains for a hundred years, and I have also traveled into the Abyss and roamed the territory of the Great Tai Dynasty."

"I observed the vastness of the sky and the brilliance of the stars, and I learned a palm technique. I hope the four of you can appreciate it."

"Once this palm strikes, life or death will be at stake."

Anle said sincerely: "If you value your own lives, it is not too late to retreat now."

The four fourth-level warriors frowned and were actually a little hesitant.

To be honest, Anle's method of suppressing Fan Lin with one palm still brought them a great shock.

The strength of the four people varies. The weaker one among them is only about the same as Fan Lin, so it is inevitable that he is a little afraid of Anle.

But if they were to retreat without a fight, it would be too embarrassing, and the reputation they had accumulated would be destroyed in an instant.

After all, the warriors of the fourth realm had some pride in their hearts. After hesitating for a moment, no one took the initiative to retreat. Instead, they gathered momentum and stared fiercely at the ghost-faced man in front of them, with the intention of taking the initiative to attack.

Seeing this, Anle was not surprised at all.

He had never intended to force the other party to give up with just a few words.

Whether you are a cultivator or a warrior, in the end, strength is what matters.

In this world where the strong prey on the weak, Anle didn't want to die, so he had to ask them to die.

Then, Anle took a step forward, and spoke in a particularly low voice: "The name of this palm is..."

When he uttered the first syllable, everyone present felt as if the world had slowed down.

Their consciousness was clearly clear, but their bodies were unable to react in time, as if there was an indescribable force separating consciousness and body.

At the same time, the warriors felt an aura they had never experienced before.

Ordinary language is almost unable to describe the characteristics of this breath. People only feel an instinctive fear in their hearts, and their intuition keeps sending warnings, alerting them to get away from this place as soon as possible.

If I have to describe it, this aura is deeper than the ocean and more vast than the starry sky.

It makes anyone who senses it feel extremely insignificant.

At this time, Anle's palm had just been pushed out.

A crack that could not be seen with the naked eye opened up an inch in front of the palm, and slowly but steadily moved towards the four fourth-level warriors.

The corner vaguely revealed from the crack is endless depth.

Only one of the four people could "see" the existence of the gap.

When this person "saw" the boundless depth, he immediately let out a shrill scream, and pressed his hands directly into his eye sockets, directly crushing his eyeballs, and bright red blood flowed out.

But this was not enough, he kept scratching his face, leaving streaks of blood all over his skin and flesh.

In an instant, it was completely unrecognizable.

This fourth-level warrior actually went crazy!

Although the remaining three people did not see what was behind the crack, they felt their hair stand on end in an instant, and a premonition of extreme danger emerged from the bottom of their hearts.