Chapter Eighty-Nine: Strength Like the Sea

Xu Yan clearly knew in his heart that in this situation, the only way was to speed up.

If this is not possible, then this attack is doomed to failure.

All the treasures are pressed on himself, this feeling has not been felt for a long time, and it is also a great pressure for Xu Yan.

But even so, is it possible to give up? Seeing this group of spellcasters wailing, unconsciously, Xu Yan actually entered a state of nonsension, and that feeling, as if all this had evolved into himself, a heartfelt excitement began to sweep over.

Happiness and revenge, killing the world, this is how many young people want to have a beautiful dream, and now it has been realized in themselves, and the maggots of abdominal pain and tarsal bones instinctively began to enjoy it.

"Could it be that I am such a bloodthirsty person?" Xu Yan couldn't believe his mood now, but the more he killed, the happier he became, he never stopped the slightest movement.

It seems that only under this premise can he find a trace of pleasure, and that feeling makes him linger, so that the whole person begins to indulge in it, not counting, but also having a feeling of addiction.

"No, if I keep going like this, I will definitely become the devil, and I will never succeed. Suddenly, Xu Yan, who had found everything in the killing, came to his senses in an instant.

The whole back has been eroded by sweat, and the feeling that has never been felt before has permeated itself, why is it carrying endless emptiness?

Lost in nature, full of demons, could it be that the previous self almost lost himself in the killing?

And looking at the frightened gaze in the eyes of this group of barbarian spell casters, Xu Yan knew that if he didn't adjust his mentality, this demon would gradually breed, and he would have no possibility of dodging.

In that case, the final result is really unimaginable, even if the task is successfully completed, and finally sticks to this Ning City, I am afraid that the gains will outweigh the losses.

"Fortunately, I came to my senses in an instant, if not, it would have been terrible. At this moment, Xu Yan gradually began to be afraid, if he came once, he didn't even dare to guarantee that he would be able to come out of this state.

"What's going on?" Similarly, Meng Zhao's face, which was still struggling to support, changed slightly, and he could see clearly the state of Xu Yan's blank eyes before.

If it weren't for his own great enemy, he would have rushed forward to see what was going on as soon as possible.

Inner Demon, this is a real enemy that is difficult for any monk to face.

If you can successfully overcome it, you will definitely increase your strength in the short term, but if you fail, you will definitely become a madman, which is the result that no one wants to see.

"You must not lose your heart. Xu Yan, who has returned to normal, now shows quite strong fear.

It's not that I'm afraid of those monks on this battlefield, but I'm afraid of what is in my heart, and if I don't understand it a little, I'm afraid that even I will find it difficult to accept the final result.

He didn't want to see him lose his nature and become a machine that only knew how to kill.

Isn't it possible that there are still few such people in this world of monks? There is almost no existence of the original heart, and under that extreme situation, one can only become a puppet of this heaven and earth, and he has no inner thoughts of his own at all.

"Break!" shouted, not knowing if it was to cheer himself up or what.

Streams of red light finally began to appear on his fists, and in such a period of time, Xu Yan did not use the slightest magic weapon.

It's not because he underestimates this group of monks, but because he is about to show his true strength, the most powerful will always be his fist.

Only Xu Yan himself would know what terrifying power his fist would have when it really began to be fully displayed.

With a swing of the punch, the surrounding area even began to privateer out of a terrifying storm, and in such an extreme situation, the frightened puppeteers subconsciously began to retreat one after another.

This is the result of lack of morale, a Xu Yan, rushed into their camp, and he was able to make hundreds of puppet masters directly frightened.

In such a situation, what Xu Yan wants to do, isn't this a very normal thing?

When this fist landed in front of those puppeteers, in the blink of an eye, almost seven or eight puppeteers of that rank directly turned into a pool of blood mist and disappeared into this heaven and earth.

Streams of spiritual power began to burst out, that kind of death, even the simplest energy emittation would not be too strong, just a fist, it would destroy at least seven or eight puppeteers, such an ability, such a terrifying means, not to mention the group of puppeteers, even if they were satisfied and human beings in battle, they were almost directly stunned.

No one could have imagined that this young looking guy could have such a powerful and terrifying physical power.

"Blood in the world!"

Strands of silk threads appeared on the battlefield again.

Many barbarians already knew that this kind of blood line was very troublesome, and once they were targeted, the power of the bloodline would be drained by it in an instant, and even the blood would disappear with it.

None of them are masters at the Jindan level, and naturally, it is impossible for them to be alive without blood.

Once it is directly drained, all that can be waited for is death.

Because of this, when Xu Yan directly released a large amount of blood lines, those puppet masters who had seen this kind of situation before immediately retreated slowly.

That kind of horror is like a frightened bird, and it doesn't care about its own image at all.

But is it really that easy? Obviously, Xu Yan has done his best to use the trick this time, almost hollowing out his entire dantian, in such a situation, if it can only be like this, wouldn't it be too weak?

When this blood line began to turn, and even released a zhang away, suddenly, dozens of such masters were targeted for the first time.

Seeing that their skin began to slowly dim in that instant, Xu Yan finally showed a hint of relief at this moment.

In any case, at such a time, he still knows his own interests very clearly in his heart, if he can't even use this trick, or can't kill this group of spellcasters on a large scale, then the final leader will definitely be able to escape, in this case, such an attack on the camp will become meaningless.

Of course, he knew that there would not be so many puppeteers among this barbarian, but it did not mean that this tactic would disappear, and now Xu Yan could only do to shoot the organizer to death.

In this way, even if this group of barbarians still wants to use such puppet tactics in the future, there is no real puppet master, and they will definitely not be afraid of threats.

As long as Ningcheng is not broken, then they have the ability to organize a counterattack, and even start a direct counterattack, but if Ningcheng is directly broken, then the result is that there is no need to think about it at all, and they all know the miserable scene in Daqin.

Countless people, not very strong monks, will die in the slaughter of this barbarian, this is a major event that destroys the foundation of Great Qin.

But don't underestimate this small breakthrough.

God knows if this barbarian clan will gather a heavy army that even Great Qin can't imagine?

Seeing that the group of puppeteers under his command were decreasing one by one, and even that there were only a dozen puppeteers left under him in this last big move, the organizer's entire chest seemed to be hollowed out.

It was not an easy task to find such a large number of puppeteers among the barbarians, and he began to organize them when they temporarily retreated, and it was only now that he was able to gather enough of these hundreds of truly powerful puppeteers.

But he never thought that it had only been a day, and when he saw that he was about to take Ningcheng and he would definitely make a great contribution, his camp would be directly served by someone.

What's the difference between this and a pot? Puppeteers of hundreds of people, under the attack of that pervert, there are only a dozen people left who are still standing, and this is the result of him not completely stopping, is it possible that this young man really has to kill them completely before he escapes?

Unwilling, a wave of unwilling emotions permeated at this moment.

The puppeteer's mind couldn't imagine what kind of human being could think of attacking their lair in turn.

You know, they're in the rear of this army camp, and it used to be a perfectly safe place.

It's good now, a dozen monks have directly served their camp, and if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't want to believe that all this was true.

Obviously, I have thought of the best way to deal with it, is it possible, this time I have to give up all my efforts?

"Ahh

Before he could stop, he only saw a flash of red light, and he didn't have time to react.

I only saw Xu Yan directly promoted at this moment, and the blood-red fist seemed to be like a sword at this moment.

Straight to his chest.

Subconsciously wanted to retreat, but the puppeteer felt that his steps were completely unable to move.

Immediately afterward, he heard the sound of his ribs breaking, and immediately afterward, his whole body fell into a daze.

Piercing, the punch went straight through his chest.

In his incredible gaze, through his back, drops of blood mercilessly dripped from the fist of the man.

In the case that he didn't have time to react at all, the heart was pinched by the guy, and he used a force.

In the fist that had already penetrated his chest, the puppeteer's heart was directly pinched and exploded.

Strength is like the sea!

Such an attack is no longer something that the little puppeteer can resist.