Chapter 155 First Battle

  Chu Jian's smile flashed, his warm and jade-like right hand shot out like lightning, slapping towards Liu Qingwu's wrist.

  After all, he was a strong man of the ninth rank of Neijiaquan, and only one line away from being a warrior. Chu Jian's hand heavily slapped onto Liu Qingwu's wrist, and Liu Qingwu let out a muffled groan as his dagger flew out.

  "Hehe." Chu Jian flipped his wrist and had already grabbed Liu Qingwu's small hand, pulling her to his side with a smile. "Qingwu, you're getting more and more mischievous. I'm your uncle, how can you fight with your uncle?"

  Willow's eyes flashed with cold light, her lips tightly pursed, a thread of deep red appeared under her teeth.

  "Let her go." Qi Ming's eyes turned cold, his voice low and calm, yet carrying an unmistakable tone of finality.

  "This is our family affair, it has nothing to do with you." Chu Jian gently squeezed Liu Qingwu's small hand and smiled: "I don't want to make things difficult for you few little guys either, you can leave, my Qingwu is going to go with us."

  "Looking for death." Qi Ming's face was filled with murderous intent, and he waved his hand forcefully. Two tall, bald-headed young men suddenly appeared in front of him.

  The two looked exactly alike, with a strong aura emanating from their bodies, and their eyes gleaming with a fierce light as they stared intently at Chu Jian.

  "Kill him." Zhi Ming pointed at Chu Jian.

  "Boom." "Boom." Two bald young men with extremely cold gazes suddenly stomped the ground and charged towards Chu Jian.

  That overwhelming momentum made Chu Jian's heart chill, and Chu Jian reacted quickly, releasing Liu Qingwu without hesitation. He retreated ten feet and shouted: "Chu Tong, stop them."

  Chu Tong and another strong ninth-level internal fist master rushed up at the same time, two heavy swords flashing like lightning, slashing down fiercely towards the two bald young men.

  "Pong, pong."

  After two loud bangs, the four people each took two steps back.

  Willow lightly danced her toes and hooked them, the dagger had already returned to her hand, and she jumped back to Qi Ming's side.

  Two bald young men and Chu Tong fought together in an instant, for a time they were evenly matched.

  Chu Jian looked at the two bald young men's extremely overbearing attacking methods, and his pupils also suddenly contracted, exclaiming: "Third-grade symbol puppet, what kind of person are you, how can you have such a treasure?"

  Lin Feng also understood that the two bald young men were Qi Ming's puppets, and he couldn't help but be speechless. Qi Ming's family background was incredibly rich, to the point where it was hard to describe. A third-level puppet in Wan Shou Town cost a full 500 million gold coins.

  Zi Ming completely ignored Chu Jian, looking at Liu Qingwu and said lightly: "Qingwu sister, should we kill this person?"

  "If you can help me kill him, I, Liu Qingwu, will be your servant for the rest of my life." Liu Qingwu's slender body trembled suddenly, and she looked deeply at Qi Ming, her small hand tightly grasping the dagger, gritting her teeth.

  "That's not necessary, we agreed to be friends, your affairs are my affairs." Qi Ming smiled lightly, his body swayed slightly, and his bones cracked loudly. His body quickly grew taller, his limbs rapidly expanding, revealing the strong muscles inside.

  Transformation complete, Qi Ming's face was shrouded in an ominous aura, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light, like a primordial beast. With a burst of overwhelming energy, he glared at Chu Jian and roared: "You little brat, come here and meet your death!"

  "The young master of the Wan State's Qi family." Chu Jian saw Qi Ming's appearance, and a look of surprise also appeared on his handsome face.

  "Not bad, you have some eyesight." Zhi Ming bellowed: "However, you will die just the same."

  "Wanzhou Qi's family, what does it matter?" Chu Jian sneered, not afraid at all. He disdainfully curled his lip: "This is the Tian Nan mountain range, it's my Ba Dao Men's territory. Even if you're a member of the Wanzhou Qi family, I don't care. You little kid, your family background is quite impressive, but from today on, these things will all belong to me, Sword Young Master, haha."

  As he spoke, Chu Jian's wrist flipped over, and an ancient long sword appeared in his hand. His momentum also surged up instantly.

  "Little one, accept your death." Chu Jian's body flashed and he charged towards Qi Ming at high speed. Qi Ming let out a loud roar, his fists glowing with energy as he took large strides to charge towards Chu Jian.

  A fist that was as mysterious as the universe itself shot out from under his ribs, with a faint white glow of heavenly energy on its surface, and smashed towards Chu Jian. Chu Jian let out an angry roar, and with one sword, he fiercely chopped down at Qi Ming's iron fist.

  "Boom."

  After a loud crash, Chu Jian retreated several steps, while Qi Ming's body only paused slightly and continued to chase after Chu Jian.

  "Wanzhou Qijia's little kid, indeed has some skills, but unfortunately you can't last long. After your transformation ends, I'll see what else you can do to me." Chu Jian laughed loudly and in a flash, he appeared before the two third-level puppet warriors who were fighting, and with one sword stroke, he slashed at one of the third-level puppet warriors.

  Two mechanical puppets gazed at Chu Jian with an icy stare, their metal fists flashing with a metallic luster as they struck towards him like lightning. The coordination was incredibly precise, and if Chu Jian continued his current sword move, he would definitely be hit by one of the puppets.

  Chu Jian cursed silently, and had to give up his plan to take advantage of the situation. He retreated hastily, but at this moment, Qi Ming had already arrived, and another powerful punch came crashing over.

  The power of unity had already been witnessed by Chu Jian, so he naturally didn't fight with Qi Ming again, but instead dodged and retreated several meters.

  "Lin Feng, take care of those two." Qi Ming continued to stride towards Chu Jian, shouting loudly.

  Upon hearing Zhi Ming's command, Zhi Wu's eyes flashed and he charged towards the Jinlin Guard who was at the eighth level of internal family fist like a cannonball. Meanwhile, Liu Qingwu's eyes gleamed with cold light as she directly rushed towards the Jinlin Guard who was at the seventh level of internal family fist.

  Lin Feng flipped his wrist and the Devouring Sun Bow and the Proclaiming Arrows were already in his hand.

  "Peng."

  The Golden Scales Guard of the eighth rank of Tiger Form Fist clashed with Qi Wu in a fierce exchange, and retreated several steps in succession.

  Zi Wu took a big step forward and punched down again. The Golden Scale Guard had no choice but to slash back with his sword once more.

  "Peng."

  Qī Wǔ flipped his wrist and the iron fist accurately smashed onto the sword body, causing the Golden Scale Guard's tiger mouth to split open, almost throwing the heavy sword out.

  Just then, Lin Feng steadily released the bowstring.

  "Boom."

  The arrowhead of Xuanwei's arrow was sharp and whistling, carrying a white yuanqi torrent, instantly tearing through space, blasting towards the strong man who was fighting with Qi Wu. The golden scale guard's heavy sword was blown open by Qi Wu, and he couldn't even block it in time, being heavily bombarded on his chest by Xuanwei's arrow.

  "Hum, boom, rumble, rumble."

  A deafening crash like a thunderclap, the heavenly energy of the universe converged at the tip of the arrow and burst forth with a loud explosion.

  The front chest of the Golden Scales Guard had a huge hole from the front chest all the way to the back, looking extremely terrifying.

  Zi Wu rushed up with big strides, and a punch landed on the golden scale guard's head, as if smashing a watermelon, fresh blood mixed with brain pulp splashing everywhere.

  This loud noise also startled Chu Jian, who was almost punched by Qi Ming and fell to the ground. Chu Jian's heart was shocked, but he didn't dare to be distracted again, and quickly ran around the two talismans and Chu Tong to escape.

  On the other side, Liu Qingwu's dagger danced up and down, leaving shallow wounds on the body of a Golden Scale Guard. Although they were both at the seventh level of internal family fist power, Liu Qingwu was a symbol master with an overwhelming advantage in perception ability, plus her movements were extremely agile, making her opponent completely outmatched.

  Lin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he put away the Solar Bow. He grasped his heavy sword and charged forward as well.

  "I'll go myself, no need for your help." Liu Qingwu glared at Lin Feng.

  Lin Feng didn't bother with her, and with a fierce swing of the heavy sword in his hand, he chopped that heavily wounded Golden Scale Guard into two pieces.

  "You." Liu Qingwu's anger was about to erupt, and she was just about to vent it out on this unlucky Jinlin guard, but Lin Feng didn't give her the chance.

  "Foolish woman, Chi Ming is still risking his life for you, can't you see that? His transformation has a time limit." Lin Feng glanced at Liu Qingwu with a hint of disdain, then charged into the battlefield with his heavy sword.

  Although the opponent now has only three people, they are all strong players of Neijiaquan's ninth level. Once Ji Fang Yiyuan transforms and disappears, he will lose all his combat power. At that time, the three strong players of Neijiaquan's ninth level on the opponent's side will again have the upper hand.

  So now, we must take out one of them as soon as possible.

  As for his own safety, once the killing started, Lin Feng wouldn't care about it anymore.

  He is a strong man in the army, and also the son of Lin Heng, the iron-blooded hundred captains. He naturally does not lack the courage to fight to the death. Now he is considering the victory or defeat of the entire battle, as for his own safety, it is a secondary consideration.

  If we measure our strength before the war, then this battle is unnecessary.

  Liu Qingwu was stunned for a moment, holding the dagger and about to rush up, when Ye Lü shouted: "Liu Qingwu, come back here!"

  "What's wrong." Liu Qingwu stopped in her tracks and looked at Ye Lvgreen.

  Ye Lü Lü smiled and said: "Your strength is not as good as Lin's, in a battle of this level you can't help at all, just watch with us."

  Liu Qingwu hummed and was about to say that he and Lin Feng were evenly matched, but remembering the sword that Lin Feng had pierced through his chest in the battle of Wulin City, he naturally understood what Ye Lvgreen said was true, and could only stop in his tracks.

  Lin Feng and Qi Wu rushed to the center of the battle group at the same time, instantly making Chu Tong and the others busy.

  Zhi Wu is a second-level symbol puppet, and its energy is provided by the symbol array. The power of each punch is at the limit of the eighth level of internal family boxing, while Lin Feng also used local strengthening power, which is equivalent to the strength of an eighth-level internal family boxing master. Chu Tong's two men are ninth-level strongmen in internal family boxing, but facing two extremely ferocious third-level symbol puppets, they are already exhausted from responding. The addition of these two young and vigorous soldiers suddenly puts them in a precarious situation.

  Although Chu Jian sometimes flashed by Lin Feng and Qi Wu's side, he didn't dare to make a move on the two because Qi Ming's speed was simply too fast. If he made a move on them, he would definitely be caught up by Qi Ming.

  Now he can only hope that Chu Tong and the others can hold on, holding on until the effect of Qi Ming's transformation disappears. At that time, with an additional strong master of Neijiaquan's ninth level, victory will undoubtedly belong to his side.

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