Chapter 185: The Race Manager
Even if the innate master is hit, even if he doesn't die, at least he will be seriously injured!
But the key question is how to hit the enemy.
Everyone drew their weapons and prepared for a bloody battle.
"Boring trick!" said the Race Manager with a disdainful snort, and then leaped forward.
Brush!
The moment he jumped, because the speed was too fast, it actually left an afterimage in the air.
When everyone saw the afterimage, the race manager had already appeared between the two warriors.
Click!
Only a hasty cutting sound was heard.
The two warriors landed directly on the ground.
"So fast!"
"Fight with him!"
Several warriors rushed up.
Among them is also a late-day powerhouse.
These people are all famous in Yangzhou.
However, at this time, in front of the race manager, he was no different from an ant.
The race manager stepped backwards with one foot, and his body turned into an afterimage, shuttling through several people one after another.
Then.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump......
These strong men all fell to the ground without reservation, completely dead!
The rest froze in place.
Don't dare to act rashly.
These people are not ordinary people, but strong people in the late stage of the day after tomorrow!
The combination of several martial arts powerhouses in the late stage of the day after tomorrow is enough to make Yangzhou tremble for three points.
However, in front of the race manager, they didn't even have the slightest ability to resist, and they didn't even know how they died in the end, and they all fell in a blink of an eye!
Strong!
It's so powerful!
"Let's go!"
Gang Master Fan, as well as several people led by the yellow-robed martial artist, glanced at each other, and then rushed up.
"I'm in charge of the main attack, you cooperate with me!"
A black-clothed warrior took the lead and rushed to the front.
"Flame Sword Technique!"
During the run, a red flame erupted from the long sword in the hand of the black-clothed warrior.
This blow condensed all his internal strength.
The black-clothed warrior galloped towards him, slashing at the neck of the race manager.
The race manager didn't even look at it, just raised it casually, and used the long sword in his hand to make a random move.
Sail!
Swords collide.
A powerful flame burst open.
The Chief Race stood motionless in the explosion, and the flames of the explosion did not even break through the strength of his protective body.
On the contrary, the black-clothed warrior was so shocked that he vomited blood in the air and flew out, falling directly next to the blood pool.
The crowd was completely stunned.
One hit.
Just one hit.
The strong man in the late stage of the day after tomorrow was defeated so lightly.
Gap.
Overwhelming gap!
At this time, several strong people in the late stage of the day after tomorrow, led by the Fan Gang Leader, also came from all directions.
They are ready to shoot and have to be sent.
The yellow-robed martial artist was also at that moment, rounding around behind the race manager, ready to accumulate his strongest blow.
"A swarm of ants!"
The race manager sneered disdainfully and raised his right hand.
Just a wave!
An unimaginably large internal force suddenly erupted like a stormy wave, forming a blue energy force tens of meters high.
Several late-stage powerhouses were swept up and thrown into the air by this momentum, and then fell fiercely.
The expressions of the crowd were completely stunned.
One move.
Or a trick.
Several strong people in the late stage of the day after tomorrow fell to the ground in an instant, without any combat power.
This picture is so shocking that it makes people fall into despair!
At the scene, everyone's faces were like ashes, and their expressions were completely desperate!
The enemy in front of you is simply incomprehensible!
Whether it is the Fan gang leader or the yellow-robed martial artist, all the strong people in the late stage of the day after tomorrow present are like local chickens and dogs in front of the enemy in front of them, and there is no difference.
It's all one move, and it's all in seconds!
Who else?
Who else can fight in the entire cave?
It's over!
Dead!
It's completely out of the way now!
No one survived, no one escaped.
All are going to die!
"Damn, why did I come to this place! I don't want to die!"
"This race manager, how can he be so powerful!"
The rest of the people completely lost their will to fight, and they all dropped their weapons and fell to their knees and wailed.
For a time, an atmosphere of despair, helplessness, and death spread throughout the scene.
Qin Feng was the only one, still standing calmly in place.
"Haha!" The head of the race and his men were already laughing madly at this moment.
"Gang Master Fan, I don't know how our family's proposal was a few days ago."
Many martial artists all looked at Gang Leader Fan in astonishment.
Could it be that there is some ulterior secret between this Fan Gang Leader and the Race Manager?
Just when Gang Leader Fan was hesitating, a loud shout came from the corner.
"Enough is enough..".
The scene suddenly fell silent.
All follow the prestige.
I saw Qin Feng, who had an indifferent expression, and walked to the center lightly: "Today is your death?"
Everyone looked at Qin Feng in astonishment.
I don't understand how he came out at this time.
Does he still want to show off himself at this time?
Didn't he see how powerful the Race Manager was?
At this time, he didn't hide aside, but he actually ran out to find some sense of existence?
It's like looking for death!
The head of the race is a strong man in the early stage of congenital, and it is estimated that this martial artist with a short circuit in his head does not know what the concept of the early stage of innate is.
Even if you don't know what the powerhouse of the early innate stage is, you can look around.
Which martial artist here is not higher than yours?
Even these masters are hiding at the end, Qin Feng, a martial artist with the lowest cultivation, is also worthy of running out to show his presence?
Although you can die a little later if you don't run out, it's better than being abused and killed by the head of the race.
The head of the race turned his head and looked at Qin Feng with disdain: "You don't deserve me to do it at all, before I get angry, abandon your cultivation, and then jump into the blood pool!"
His tone was full of hubris and arrogance.
Looking at Qin Feng's eyes, it was as if he was looking at an ant.
The head of the race originally thought that after he said this, Qin Feng would kneel down and beg for mercy in fear, and then abolish the cultivation himself.
But who knows, Qin Feng turned a deaf ear to his words, and even looked at him.
The race manager was completely stunned, he didn't expect Qin Feng to react like this at all.
The face of the head of the race instantly became gloomy.
"Since Your Excellency died early, then the decay will fulfill you..."
The head of the race shouted angrily, jumped forward, and the whole person jumped more than ten meters high in the air and appeared above Qin Feng's head.
"Black Wind Palm!"
He pushed down with both hands at the same time, and immediately a wave of qi in his hands blasted downward.
The moment the qi wave took off his hand, it swelled violently into a palm with a diameter of ten meters, falling from the sky like Mount Tai.
The momentum that made people unable to breathe was overwhelmingly suppressed.
Fan Gang Master, many martial artists in the late stage of the day after tomorrow were shocked by this momentum and retreated backwards again and again.
Everyone in the audience trembled, under this terrifying momentum, even if it was the Fan Gang Leader, the existence of the peak of the day after tomorrow, he had to be afraid and completely unable to resist.
However, it is the warriors who are most feared.
At this time, they almost smelled the breath of death, and the head of the race was furious, what chance did they have to survive?
In addition to the fear in their hearts, these martial artists also had an incomparably huge hatred in their hearts, and they hated Qin Feng.
If there was no Qin Feng, how could the head of the race be angry?