Zhongli Wuyuan's expression remained calm, his brow furrowed slightly. He moved with incredible speed. Although a sorcerer, he was certainly not inferior as a physical cultivator.
Zhongli Wuyuan's palm and fist techniques appear to be the softest, but in fact they are soft yet hard, penetrating directly into the lungs and flesh.
The kind that can cause internal injuries to a person with just one palm strike.
At this moment, Feng Xinglan, who was in the center of danger, used his palm instead of a sword. The sword energy was sharp and fierce, breaking through the protective bodies of those young cultivators, instantly weakening their physical endurance.
In contrast, except for Dai Xiuzhu and Qi Po, the other three people even had a hard time protecting themselves.
So Dai Xiuzhu could only protect the three of them first.
Qi Po could barely fight ten to one. His current strength had unknowingly reached a shocking level, but his cultivation was still at the second level of the Pseudo-God Realm!
The two sides were deadlocked for more than two quarters of an hour, and the scene was extremely chaotic!
People on both sides were seriously injured!
But--
This is nine people versus seventy people! It's not one on one!
Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene.
Some people couldn't help but exclaim, "Whose descendants are they?!"
Suddenly, the old man wearing the gray mask glanced at Jinglong with a hidden look in his eyes.
Jinglong understood instantly, she pursed her lips and nodded immediately.
Jinglong narrowed her eyes slightly, tapped her toes, and flashed behind Feng Xinglan. Just when she was about to reach out and grab Feng Xinglan's neck, suddenly a cold voice came slowly from behind her.
Her whole body froze instantly.
"I'm going to sneak attack you."
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