Peerless Martial Soul

Although he didn't have a good impression of Qin Moling and others, he also knew that if he wanted to win the final victory, the Qianyuan Sect's people must definitely preserve as much as possible.

Chen Feng yelled at them who were still watching blankly: "Run! Why don't you run quickly and wait for death here?"

"Haha, you still want to run? No one can run today!"

Zhao Sanshan followed closely, laughed wildly, and punched out a powerful Vajra fist, directly hitting a Qianyuan Sect disciple.

This disciple of the Qianyuan Sect was also one of the top ten disciples of the outer sect, with a peak cultivation level of the eighth level the day after tomorrow, but he was directly blown into pieces by this punch, and his flesh and blood flew away!

Even a Qingmu Sect disciple next to him was affected and seriously injured, with a mouthful of blood spurting out.

Everyone was shocked, this Zhao Sanshan was really powerful!

At least it is the cultivation level of the ninth level of the day after tomorrow! Really scary!

Chen Feng fell to the ground exhausted. Han Yu'er hurriedly ran over to help him up, with a concerned look on his face: "Junior brother, how are you?"

"I'm okay." Chen Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, panted heavily, and shouted at everyone: "Run! Everyone, run quickly!"

Everyone looked at him with contempt and strange eyes.

Qin Moling sneered and said: "Run, why are you running? You, a loser, are no match for Zhao Sanshan. You have lost our Qianyuan Sect. Do you think that I, the top master of the outer sect, am no match for Zhao Sanshan?"

Zhao Sanshan snorted disdainfully: "Who do you think you are?"

As he spoke, he punched out.

Qin Moling roared to meet the enemy, but his attack was shattered by a punch, and he was hit in the lower abdomen by Zhao Sanshan's iron fist. His internal organs were severely damaged and he spurted out blood. He flew out hard and hit a stone wall.

A large human-shaped hole was knocked out of the stone wall!

With just one punch, Qin Moling was seriously injured!

He looked at Zhao Sanshan with shock and disbelief.

The scene was completely silent, and everyone looked at Zhao Sanshan as if they were looking at a monster!

Everyone knew that Zhao Sanshan was strong, but they didn't expect him to be so tyrannical!

Qin Moling is not his opponent with one move, so who is still his opponent?

Zhao Sanshan laughed wildly: "You people are really useless! How about the acquired ninth level? Bah! Although Chen Feng is only at the acquired eighth level, his strength is much more powerful than you!"

"Chen Feng can fight with me for half an hour without losing, but you are not my enemy with one move!"

Zhao Sanshan's words reached everyone's ears. Many people couldn't believe it, but they had to believe it.

They looked at Chen Feng with the same horrified eyes, not expecting that he was so powerful.

Zhao Sanshan glanced at the faces of everyone in the Qianyuan Sect and Qingmu Sect, and laughed wildly: "Okay, very good, there are nine people in the Qianyuan Sect, seven people in the Qingmu Sect, and almost all of you two sects are here. ”

"I am just in time to deal with you all together! The victory of this Zhushan Blessed Land Competition can only belong to our Vajra Sect!"

Many disciples of the Vajra Sect shouted: "Elder brother, kill them all!"

Only Wei Meng and Wang Yun had complicated eyes.

At this time, Chen Feng completely calmed down.

He said in a deep voice to the rest of the Qianyuan Sect and everyone in the Qingmu Sect: "Zhao Sanshan is extremely powerful. None of us are opponents. He wants to kill us all. Only by uniting can we have a chance!"

"Okay!" Zhou Tong thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, and nodded: "Let's put aside our old grudges for the time being and fight the powerful enemy together! Let's talk about the previous grievances later!"

"Okay!" Chen Feng nodded heavily.

Next, Chen Feng began to assign tasks to the Qianyuan clan.

With what just happened, everyone listened to him and took him as the leader. The disciples all solemnly agreed to the characters he assigned.

"Qin Moling, Ran Changling, and I, the three of us are the three strongest people in the Qianyuan Sect. Later, the three of us will resist Zhao Sanshan and fight him in close combat. Do you have any objections?"

Qin Moling and Ran Changling both had a flash of resentment in their eyes, but at this time, they did not dare to object to Chen Feng's words and nodded in agreement.

"Ye Qiuning! You are using arrows. Later, you will plunder the formation for us from a distance and harass Zhao Sanshan!" Chen Feng said to a woman about twenty years old.

The woman was tall and hot, wearing leather armor and carrying a large bow as tall as a person. She nodded silently after hearing this.

Over there, Zhou Tong also selected a few of the strongest among the Qingmu Sect disciples.

"Hahahaha, it's useless. No matter what you do, you are still struggling to death! Even if you come together, no, even if the other twenty-nine people from Zhushan Paradise come together, you can't be my opponent!"

Zhao Sanshan laughed wildly.

"Fart!" Zhou Tong said angrily: "The ants will bite the elephant to death. You are indeed very strong, more powerful than any of us, but if all of us are here, you are definitely no match! Don't forget, you are just the day after tomorrow." He’s only at the peak of the ninth level! He’s not even a powerful person in the Shenmen realm!”

"Yes, you are right! If more than a dozen of you come together, I am indeed no match!"

Zhao Sanshan laughed wildly and said: "That's because I still have the strength to hide it!"

His crazy laughter swept the entire Zhushan Paradise.