Chapter 162: Saved
Rumble!
The knife qi directly split out a crack several zhang long.
"Boy, you reacted well, but unfortunately, you couldn't stop our attack. ”
Almost at the same time, a figure sounded behind him, followed by a long sword, stabbing out from behind.
And the goal is Zhen Zhuang's heart.
"Oh no! ”
When Zhen Zhuang reacted, it was too late.
It was impossible to avoid this blow, so I had to try to turn sideways and avoid my important parts.
Burst!
A trace of blood oozed out.
The skin pierced by the blade of the sword, and it sank into the skin three fingers.
That's all, no matter how hard the great martial artist with the sword tried, he couldn't break through the muscles and bones.
This made the great martial artist who used the sword slightly surprised, and was about to put away the sword, when Zhen Zhuang suddenly turned his head.
One grabbed the longsword.
"Look for death!"
Seeing that he had grabbed the long sword that had been held for a long time, he wanted to inject internal qi and cut the opponent's fingers.
But he soon discovered that Zhen Zhuang's hands were like dark iron, and no matter how he injected his internal qi, he couldn't move a bit.
"What's that!" the sword-wielding great martial artist looked at Zhen Zhuang with some consternation.
Although his long sword is not a spiritual weapon, after injecting internal qi, it is better than an ordinary spiritual weapon.
It is not an exaggeration to describe it as sharpening iron like clay.
"You forced me. ”
After being injured, Zhen Zhuang finally couldn't suppress the roar in his heart.
After a few days of fighting, the injury at this moment also awakened the disgust in his heart.
Fingers strain slightly.
Click!
The long sword was even more severe.
Immediately after, in the stunned gaze of the sword-wielding great martial artist, a punch was thrown.
Rumble!
The punch landed directly in the heart, and a blood flower exploded in the back of the heart.
"You...."
I wanted to say something, but blood gushed out of my mouth.
The man fell straight upright.
This scene directly scared everyone.
For a while, no one spoke, and they all looked at Zhen Zhuang in horror.
He received the blade with his bare hands, but he was unscathed.
This physical strength chills their hearts, and it also reminds them of a special profession.
Refiner.
It is rumored that Qi refining can increase their combat power with the help of magic weapons, and there is only one weapon for body refiners, and that is their physique.
No matter who you play against, it's bare-handed.
In the early stage, the body refiner was not as good as the qi refiner, but when the body refiner came up.
In the same realm, the body refiner is synonymous with invincibility.
Almost unlimited power, and powerful defense.
"It's not good, this kid is a body refiner, don't be careless. ”
And the middle-aged man at the head obviously knew the horror of the body refiner, and hurriedly reminded his subordinates.
Hearing this, the faces of all the great martial artists were a little dignified.
Obviously, they all know more or less the legends of some body refiners.
If it weren't for the fact that the cultivation of the body refiner was too hard, coupled with the huge resources required for each body forging, the body refiner would be the protagonist of this era.
"I don't want to fight with you, I just want to wait for my young master. ”
Zhen Zhuang said lightly.
It's just that his behavior just now has completely angered this group of people.
Their companions were killed directly, how could they bear this breath.
"Life or death, kill!"
With the middle-aged man's words, a group of great martial artists shot at the same time.
As soon as he made a move, he was his strongest killer move.
wants to kill Zhen Zhuang directly.
This also made Zhen Zhuang completely angry, he didn't want to fight, it wasn't that he was afraid, and it wasn't because he was cowardly.
He just wanted to wait for Xiao Yang to come back, and this group of people wanted to kill him again and again.
Even a clay figure has three points of fire, let alone a complete person.
"You brought it upon yourselves. ”
Zhen Zhuang took a deep breath, and a pale red gas flashed around his body.
At the same time, more than a dozen attacks arrived.
Zhen Zhuang was even drowned in the attack in an instant.
"He is worthy of being a body refiner. ”
After a long while, the middle-aged man said slowly.
If it had been replaced by an ordinary great martial artist, he would have been killed dozens of times.
"I thought you were better than those brutes, but now it seems that you are far behind. ”
Suddenly, a voice rang out.
This made everyone's faces change.
Frightened, he looked at the smoke and dust that had not dispersed.
The attack of more than a dozen people was blocked, how could this be.
At this moment, a figure slowly walked out.
Although he was unkempt and had a lot of scars on his body, he exuded a violent aura all over his body.
"How is this possible.... Withdraw...."
And the middle-aged man also quickly came back to his senses, knowing that they couldn't beat Zhen Zhuang.
I wanted to run away and go back to bring the rescuers.
Zhen Zhuang's brows furrowed slightly, he seemed to be fine just now, but his internal organs had moved several centimeters.
Now every step is painful.
ended up in such a miserable situation, how could he endure it.
"You want to run, have you asked me?"
Directly identify one person, and rushing up is a punch.
Don't talk about any moves at all, any skills, it's a brute force attack.
Boom!
Sensing the arrival of the crisis, the man directly blocked it with his weapon, but this time, it directly made the big knife in his hand bend.
It can't even be undone.
And this is not over, Zhen Zhuang is another punch.
Knock one person down.
More than a dozen breaths, and seven people were left behind.
And the rest of the people, because they have already run away, even if Zhen Zhuang chases, it is impossible to catch up.
"Good luck for you this time. ”
As he spoke, he reached out and rubbed his body.
The battle just now also made his whole body several times, and it hurt badly.
But because of the battle, they all endured it.
"The young master doesn't know where to go. ”
Looking at the crowd in the distance, Zhen Zhuang said helplessly.
He now has the kind of self that he is an orphan who no one loves.
A group of great martial artists who escaped happened to meet Xiao Yang and his party who came here.
And the person who led the way recognized at a glance the middle-aged man who ran away in a panic.
"Lao Liu, why are you back. ”
Asked suspiciously.
And the middle-aged man was also relieved when he saw the city lord.
"It's so good to be saved. ”
This sentence made the city lord look at each other suspiciously, and at the same time said lightly.
"Panic like something. ”
As soon as these words came out.
A kind of great martial artist also came back to his senses and quickly stood up, while the middle-aged man also returned to his seat.
"What did you encounter, didn't you tell you not to act rashly?"
"How did you guys come back? ”
Since he knew Xiao Yang, after learning that Zhen Zhuang was Xiao Yang's person, he came back to report.
Before leaving, he also asked everyone not to act rashly.
But now he had a sense of foreboding.
"The man went berserk suddenly, and he's a body refiner, and several people have died on our side. ”
The middle-aged man also thought of something, and said with a somewhat nervous expression.
This scene naturally can't escape, Xiao Yang and Jin Buchang's eyes.
"What did you do to him?"
Hearing what the other party meant, the two sides have already fought each other, and there have been casualties.
A piercing killing intent made many great martial artists shudder.
glanced at Xiao Yang with some horror.
But he didn't dare to say that Zhen Zhuang suddenly broke out and hurt them.
"We would have liked to ask him for dinner, but the man went berserk and killed several of us, and if we hadn't run fast, we would have died there. ”
Xiao Yang's eyes narrowed slightly.
Murderous intent erupted in full force.
Pressed down on the crowd.
Suddenly, several great martial artists only felt that their legs were weak, and they almost knelt on the ground.