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

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

Who can become a warrior in the fourth realm, who is not a genius?

After breaking through the four realms, wherever they went, they were greeted with respectful and admiring looks. It had been an unknown amount of time since they had been directly insulted like this. Naturally, they were filled with anger and anger.

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Fan Lin shouted angrily: "Bold maniac! You don't know the heights of heaven and earth!"

"It's just that I won against a few unknown people. Who do you really think you are?"

After saying that, he stepped on the ground, white heat burst out from his body, and rushed towards Anle.

The other fourth realms also used their signature martial arts and took action brazenly.

"Ghost-faced man, suffer death!"

"Let me teach you a lesson for your elders!"

The warriors might have qi and blood surging fiercely, showing exaggerated power, causing layers of bursting air waves when they swing their fists.

Or display an extremely sharp magic weapon. Under the stimulation of Qi and blood, the magic weapon takes on a frightening cold light and bursts out with dangerous secret power.

Or maybe it's just like Zhou Shuo back then, where the spiritual power condensed and adhered to the body surface, enhancing the strength and speed of the physical body.

Several fourth realm warriors with different abilities took action at the same time.

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

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

The howling wind is like a ghost wailing, killing and gloomy.

The air within a kilometer radius seemed to be beginning to become restless, and the spiritual power within it was even more active.

The frightening heat wave brought by the Qi and blood forced the spectators around to retreat again and again, with fear and horror in their hearts, and even a sense of terror that the world was shattering.

Even though this was not directed at everyone, the aftermath alone was unbearable for them.

This was the first time for many people to see so many people from the Fourth Realm besieging one person.

Even the Ghost-Faced Man, who had just shown his prowess, probably wouldn't be able to get a good deal from these strong men.

Huang Yueshan, who was watching, sighed inwardly, feeling sorry for the ghost-faced man's recklessness: "He shouldn't be so arrogant and provocative."

"If you fight alone and defeat each one one by one, you might still have a chance..."

On the other side, Qian Longyu originally planned to use his best movement technique to attack, but was stopped by his brother.

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

In fact, Qian Longren was also full of anger, but reason still drove him to make a clear decision.

He explained: "Don't worry, let them try the Ghost Face Man's method again."

"If we kill him easily, that would be the best. If the Ghost-Faced Man can still survive, it won't be too late for us to take action."

Thousand Dragon Blades also have their own plans in mind.

Although this ghost-faced man is hateful and detestable, except for Fan Lin, the other strong men from the four realms are not on the same journey as them, and they may fight over the bounty in the future.

Instead of waiting until then to fall out, it is better to let these people and the Ghost-faced people collide first, and both sides will be hurt, and their brothers can reap the benefits.

Naturally, Thousand Dragon Blades couldn't express such private thoughts, and it was inconvenient to discuss them in detail with his brother.

"Alas...brother, you are always like this."

Qian Longyu sighed. Although he was dissatisfied with his brother's decision, he still followed it honestly.

He turned to look at the top of the barren mountain and thought to himself: "Now, I'm afraid we don't even have a chance to take action."

"The Ghost-Faced Man probably won't last long. It's a pity... that I can't teach this arrogant boy a lesson myself."

As soon as Qian Longyu came up with this idea, he suddenly heard a loud bang.

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

winter!

Immediately afterwards, there was another loud noise, like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts.

In everyone's eyes, they seemed to see the illusion of a volcano erupting and lava rising into the sky.

The momentum of the attack by the five warriors from the Four Realms was paused, and their minds were buzzing.

Thousand Dragon Blades quickly determined the source of the sound. It was a sound that everyone could hear, and even every warrior could hear it while practicing.

"Is this...the sound of a heartbeat?"

Qianlongren had just figured this out in his mind when he saw Fan Lin, who was rushing at the forefront of the five people, suddenly stopped.

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

"You are even 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 how high the heaven and earth are, right?"

Fan Lin's forehead had bulging veins, his muscles were tense, and his face was turning red. He tried all his strength but still couldn't get rid of the control of this strong energy.

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

At this time, Fan Lin heard Anle speak again.

"Fan Baihu's ability to practice hard kung fu is indeed extraordinary, but the cover-up is too obvious."

"One palm is enough to deal with you."

Before he finished speaking, he came to Fan Lin and gently stretched out his hand to press.

boom!

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

"How did he figure it out!?"

Fan Lin was filled with disbelief. As a key to a martial artist like him, even his closest relatives would not tell him about it.

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

Fan Lin didn't have time to think, his body flew out uncontrollably and crashed onto the barren mountain, leaving a huge human-shaped crater.

"Barely considered half of Li Baihu."

An Ledanran commented, then turned around and looked at the remaining four people.

"I have practiced hard in the mountains for hundreds of years, and I have also traveled into the Xuyuan, and traveled to the territory of the Tai Tai Dynasty."

"I observed the vastness of the sky and the brilliance of the stars, and understood a palm technique, and I would like to invite the four of you to taste it."

"As soon as this palm comes out, it doesn't matter life or death."

An Le said sincerely: "If you cherish your lives, it is not too late to retreat now."

The four fourth realm warriors frowned, actually hesitating a bit.

To be honest, An Le's method of suppressing Fan Lin with one palm still gave them a big impact.

The strength of the four people ranges from strong to weak, and the weak one among them, Fan Lin, is only between equals, so it is inevitable that they will be a little afraid of An Le.

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

After all, the warriors in the fourth level had some arrogance 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, showing signs of taking the initiative to attack.

Seeing this, Anle was not surprised.

He had no intention of forcing the other party to give up with these few words.

Whether you are a cultivator or a warrior, you must ultimately rely on your strength to speak for itself.

In this world of the jungle, if Anle doesn't want to die, he has no choice but to ask them to die.

So, Anle took a step forward, and the words in his mouth were particularly low: "This palm is called..."

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

Their consciousness was clearly awake, but their bodies were unable to respond in time, as if there was an indescribable force that separated their consciousness from their bodies.

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

Ordinary language can hardly describe the characteristics of this breath. People only feel that instinctive fear arises in their hearts, and their intuition constantly sends out warnings, warning them to stay away from this place as soon as possible.

If I had to describe it, this breath is deeper than the sea and vaster than the starry sky.

It makes anyone who perceives it feel particularly insignificant.

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

A crack that could not be seen directly with the naked eye opened an inch in front of the palm, slowly but firmly moving towards the four warriors of the Four Realms.

What is vaguely revealed from the crack is endless depth.
To be continued...