Dharma cultivators are known for their body and speed, and they suffer very much in hand-to-hand combat, but there are also prerequisites.

Wang Lung is not a real cultivator yet, although his physical strength is good, but his attack strength is not proportional to his physical strength at all, his body can resist the attacks of ordinary cultivators without being injured, but his melee attacks cannot be compared with ordinary cultivators.

Cultivators no matter what kind of cultivation system, when absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, they will unconsciously increase the strength of their bodies, Wang Long's current physical strength is comparable to the early stage of the gods, and it may be slightly inferior, but his attack strength is only in the middle stage of foundation building, which is still the added value brought by the strength of the body, plus the war knife, Wang Lung's attack strength has reached the late stage of foundation building.

Since being refined by Han Rouge, Wang Lung's own strength has completely mutated, he is like a thousand-year-old turtle, and his defense against perverted attacks is low, which is also a helpless thing, he was incinerated by Han Rouge at the beginning, if it weren't for the copycat version of the Blood God Pill to hang his life, I'm afraid it would have been annihilated.

Wang Lung is very aware of his strengths and weaknesses, in the outer area of the Underground World Realm, he can kill happily, those villagers basically have no power to parry, killing nearly a thousand cultivators, he has not lost himself, with his perverted body and not too superb attack methods, he can get to this point, he still has self-knowledge.

The attacks of the five priests did not stop for a moment, and Yan Zhong's attack speed was very fast, so that Wang Lung did not have time to think about it before he could make corresponding countermeasures.

Dodging, this is a helpless move, the sacrifices in the core area are completely different from the peripheral villagers, they have strength, cultivation, spells, and spiritual weapons, all of which are completely beyond Wang Long's expectations, his thoughts are solidified, and judging this group of sacrifices as an ordinary villager makes him very passive.

Casting spells requires the consumption of spiritual power. Wang Lung couldn't judge the strength of Yan Zhong and the others for the time being, the melee attack didn't take much advantage, he didn't dare to waste time with the other party, although he could easily dodge the sacrificial spell attack with his body technique, but there was only one result of consumption, that is, he would face more and more sacrifices.

Wang Lung really wanted to fight. With the spell of his physical strength to resist the flame bell, he judged how much strength the other party had, but he hesitated, if the opponent's strength was beyond imagination, the consequences of failure would be his life.

In the face of Yan Zhong's attack, Wang Lung could only dodge sideways, and the battle knife that was originally attacking Lan Lin had to be retracted, and he only now realized that in the early stage, all attack methods were based on martial arts moves. He used to be full of confidence in his strength, but the moment he collided with Yan Zhong's weapon, he found that he was still far behind.

As a cultivator, Yan Zhong was not afraid of Wang Long's close-range attacks at all, and Yan Zhong's physical strength and strength were at least at least in the late stage of foundation building or the early stage of infant pills, this was just Wang Lung's own guess, and the strength of the five sacrifices was comparable. It's no wonder that Green Shan initially proposed a sacrifice to fight him.

If it weren't for the cultivation of the "Casting and Cultivation Chapter" from the hands of the old urchin to reach the early stage of comprehension, Wang Lung of the Underground World Realm would not dare to imagine it. He felt that he had been too comfortable recently, he had not encountered a threat to his life for more than a year, and from the moment he arrived at the Freedom House to now, the original tense nerves had relaxed, and he thought that after entering the valley of death, that nerves were tense again. But now, that's not the case at all.

Regardless of whether Wang Lung himself admits it or not, more than a year of comfort has made him forget the danger of the experience, and the mortality rate is infinitely close to 100 percent, how can he only have the strength of the peripheral villagers.

Quick dodge. The attacks of the five priests came one after another, and Wang Lung could still have an attack action at first, but after three minutes of fighting, all he could do was dodge, a seemingly dense attack line, and Wang Lung used the flexibility of his body to shuttle through it.

All the spell attacks fell on the ground, and the ground behind the five priests had been bombarded with potholes, Wang Lung felt very aggrieved, this situation reminded him of the dragon leopard's lair, although his body was not as good as it is now, but there was no improvement in his embarrassment.

In ten minutes, Wang Lung ran back and forth in the encirclement of twenty meters, dodging, turning sideways, pausing, and accelerating...... He kept repeating.

If you don't find a way to kill the five priests, you don't have to wait for three days, Wang Lung will definitely be tortured and killed because of losing his strength.

His speed had reached its limit, and Wang Lung had to find a way to increase his speed again, otherwise he could only dodge and not attack.

Ten minutes seems to be a short time, but Wang Lung knows his own situation well, slaughtering the surrounding villagers for a day can make him unconscious, not to mention now, the limit of hiding for a day, Wang Lung understands that he can't do it, even if he can persevere, after three days, the barrier will be opened again, and there will be new sacrifices to join the battle group, and at that time, he will be more dangerous.

Wang Lung was ruthless, not only against the enemy, but also for himself, while dodging rapidly, Wang Lung had already thought of his next step, and he was ready to risk his life.

Time waited for no one, Wang Lung clenched the war knife in his hand hard, this was his only weapon, and he had to hold it firmly in his hand.

Shift left, accelerate, pause...... Yes, right now, Wang Lung looked at the gap and faced a spell attack, it was a spell issued by Yan Zhong, he wanted to use his own body to measure the strength of the other party, this is a helpless move, be ruthless to yourself, maybe you can get an unexpected gain.

"Ha Lu Ha ......" Wang Lung, who was blown away by the Yan Zhong spell attack, laughed wildly.

Hearing Wang Lung's laughter, Yan Zhong and the others couldn't help but be stunned, they couldn't understand Wang Lung's thoughts, they felt that the other party had something wrong with their brains, and they were attacked and smirked, how could they understand Wang Lung's purpose.

Wang Lung's wild laughter was not untargeted, he was attacked by the Yan Zhong spell and did not deliberately resist, he felt how much damage the opponent's attack could cause, and after understanding the consequences, he realized how lucky he was.

It is very small, Yan Zhong's spell attack power is similar to that of the dragon leopard's water arrow, and it is not as good as the triple water arrow, the triple water arrow also felt pain before Wang Lung did not cultivate, and although Yan Zhong's spell Wang Long did not know the name of the Dao, but when it fell on him, he felt like a wicker whip, a little hot pain, but it did not last.

The spell attack couldn't cause damage to Wang Lung, he didn't resist it at all just now, if he used his body to push it, maybe he could resist it. The spell attack that can be resisted, there is no threat to Wang Long, it seems that it will not take three days, and this battle will be over soon.

Wang Lung, who was blown away, quickly turned over, and he still had a smile on his face, which was a happy smile. In just a moment, the smile turned sour, and when he glanced at the five priests who surrounded him in a circle, Wang Lung gave each other a mockery.

Wang Lung's expression could not escape everyone's eyes, the five priests were not annoyed by this, they were now full of doubts in their hearts, Wang Lung was struck by Yan Zhongjie just now, but looking at it now, the other party got up from the ground like a person who had nothing to do. They were puzzled by the fact that the skin was not broken and the corners of the mouth were not bleeding.

"But that's it. Wang Lung didn't explain much, and after just saying this, he raised his sword and killed Yan Zhong.

A spell blasted Wang Lung a hundred meters away, and their battle group was already far away from the barrier, seeing that Wang Lung had not been hurt at all, Cha Gong's heart inside the barrier was sudden. As soon as his doubts were formed, a spiritual consciousness appeared in the middle of the noise.

"Wang Lung's body has been transformed by the Flame of Extreme Cold. Ordinary spell attacks can't damage him at all, and his physical strength is comparable to that of a pre-body cultivator. "This is the transmission given to him by the gods, Chagong doesn't know the inside story, but Mo Tianlong knows the Tao clearly.

Chagon's expression did not change at all, he stared at the battle situation on the periphery, and he also heard what Wang Lung said just now. The strength of Yan Zhong and the others, Wang Lung already knew that the cultivators of the infant pill stage did not have many attack methods, and they did not have powerful moves, and single attacks were not effective against Wang Lung at all. There is no point in continuing to consume it.

Yan Zhong's five sacrificial strengths are all in the infant pill stage, and most of them are in the middle stage of the infant pill, only Yan Zhong has just entered the late stage of the infant pill, even if this is the case, his attack is not good, let alone the four of them.

If one person can't do it, what about the strength of the five people? Cha Gong thought repeatedly in his heart, this time the task that Mo Tianlong assigned to him was just to give instructions, and the specific distribution of manpower was decided by him alone, and the first battle to discharge the five people of Yan Zhong was not made at random, but the five people had a formation to attack.

After thinking about it, Chagon just wanted to remind Yan Zhong and the others, but the situation outside the field changed dramatically.

After Wang Lung understood Yan Zhong's strength, he still kept trying various means, although he was not afraid of attacking the technique, but being attacked would also make his body change direction or retreat, his physical strength was perverted, but it was not perverted to the point of being attacked and not moving at all.

A variety of spells continue to add to his body, Wang Lung can't control his body, he only has one means of attack, that is, to fight in close combat with the war knife in his hand, his speed is fast, if he can't get close to any of the sacrifices, he can't kill the other party at all, if you want to solve the trouble, you must make the speed one step closer.

How to increase the speed that has reached the limit by another section, Wang Lung only thought of one way, that is, to borrow the sacrificial spell, let the spell attack himself, increase the speed to the limit and then let the other party give him a ride.

The five sacrifices on the periphery formed a circle with Wang Long as the center, still the same as just now, the diameter distance was no more than twenty meters, in such a small encirclement, Wang Lung had to find an accurate meeting point, and borrowed the thrust of the spell attack to avoid the attack routes of other sacrifices.

Wang Lung has been waiting, and he also appropriately uses his body to resist spell damage, he is looking for an opportunity, there is no clear goal, any one of the five priests can be, as long as his idea can be realized, he will definitely be able to severely damage one of them.

The opportunity was waiting for it, and it didn't take long to delay, Wang Lung seized an opportunity, Huang Feng was accumulating strength, Yan Zhong and Lu Shan's attacks had just slipped past him, and the attacks of Lan Lin and Tie Bing behind him were approaching at the same time, and Wang Lung rushed forward.

The target is Huang Feng, according to the original speed, when Wang Lung has not yet attacked the opponent, Huang Feng's next spell will be released, but now it is different, there are two spells as acceleration, Wang Lung cannot let the other party succeed.

Bang bang ...... Lan Lin and Tie Bing's attacks acted on Wang Lung's back at the same time, Wang Long, who was already speeding up, instantly increased his speed again, Huang Feng's left hand that was condensing the handprint immediately stopped, he saw a dark knife tip instantly enlarged in his pupils, if he didn't respond quickly, he knew what would happen to him.

Subconsciously blocking the long sword in his hand in front of him, Huang Feng wanted to resist Wang Lung's attack, his movements were not unfast, but Wang Lung's speed and reaction were even higher than him.

Seeing Huang Feng's long sword move to the middle, Wang Long's right hand wrist holding the knife only turned half a circle to the lower part of the sword, and his attack point immediately became Huang Feng's throat.

Flying blood, one of Huang Feng's arms was cut off by Wang Lung's shoulder, and the instantaneous pain did not stimulate Huang Feng, but he was angry because Wang Long was not a cultivator.

Deviated, this was Wang Lung's own mistake, he underestimated Huang Feng's reaction, the cultivator was known for his body speed, and his reaction was naturally stronger than that of his cultivator, the combat knife that stabbed to the throat was lightly blocked by Huang Feng's long sword, Wang Lung had to change the attack point, and could only cut off the opponent's arm.

The instantaneous change shocked all the sacrifices, especially the five Yan Zhong, Wang Long, who had just been blown away, actually cut off Huang Feng's arm with his backhand, this contrast made them unable to adapt for a while.

"Formation. The two-word command came out of Chagong's mouth and reached the ears of Yan Zhong and the others, and it also reminded Wang Lung at the same time. (To be continued......)