I Will Eventually Become A God

Chapter 186 Xue Jing vs. the disciples of Jinfeng Dojo, crushed instantly, Flame Link·Fenlun! (4K)

On the rooftop of a twenty-story building.

Xue Jing held Zong Shichan and put her on the ground vertically, with her feet on the ground, and then looked at the steel cables tied to her hands and feet.

He used his right hand as a palm knife, and his strength was running. With the sound of dragon roar, the pale golden dragon energy was wrapped around his palm, and he slashed at the little girl.

"Clang——"

The steel cables on her hands and feet broke all at once.

"Are you okay?"

Xue Jing saw that the little girl looked like she was in a trance, and asked with concern.

He reached out and touched her head.

This child, from just now, her eyes seemed to be glued to him, staring at him.

It seemed that she was scared silly.

After thinking about it, Xue Jing slightly used his mental power and tapped her forehead with his fingers.

This is a materialized use of spiritual power similar to Tsukuyomi Slash. With his finger movements as a medium, it can slightly stimulate and shock the consciousness of others, just like a pacemaker.

Under this stimulation, Zong Shichan trembled all over, and immediately came back to his senses. On his tender face, his eyes sparkled, as if they were about to shoot stars at any time.

"Master!!"

She immediately opened her arms and hugged Xue Jing, shouting delicately.

Xue Jing raised his eyebrows, pressed her head, and pushed her away:

"Things haven't been settled yet, who is your master?"

Zong Shichan blinked.

Then, as if he didn't hear anything, he hugged Xue Jing again.

"Master!!"

Xue Jing was amused.

"... You are not as big as a carrot, but you are very cunning. You are planning to force a sale, right?"

"Hehe." Zong Shichan raised her head in his arms and showed him a bright and lovely smile.

Xue Jing reached out and grabbed her collar like a puppy and pulled her aside.

"Okay, go play aside. There's still some finishing work to be done here."

He looked at the rooftop of the tall building opposite.

A young man with dark circles under his eyes was standing on the edge of the rooftop, watching the interaction between Xue Jing and Zong Shichan with a gloomy look.

"Who is it?"

The young man named Zhang Renxu narrowed his eyes slightly, suppressing the murderous intent that was already boiling in his heart, and observed Xue Jing's appearance.

He didn't know Xue Jing.

Since meeting 'Yu Yan', he basically didn't pay attention to other people and things.

"I've never seen martial arts before... Damn, where did this person come from, and why can he find us?"

Zhang Renxu gritted his teeth and touched the knife wound on his right shoulder.

Just now, it was just a moment.

Colorful fireworks came from the sky like meteors, and the speed was too fast.

By the time he reacted, it was too late to dodge. He could only twist his body instinctively to avoid the opponent's attack on his neck, but he failed to keep 'Yu Yan' and was taken away by the opponent.

Although it was just a face-to-face contact, Zhang Renxu understood that this was a strong enemy that he had to be prepared for.

If it were normal, he would never fight such an uncertain battle and would definitely choose to retreat temporarily.

But now, 'Yu Yan' is still in the opponent's hands... He only has one option left.

Instead of fighting to the death, kill the boy, peel off the opponent's skin, and take back Yu Yan.

He looked at the little girl standing obediently in the distance on the opposite rooftop, staring at the boy.

Zhang Renxu felt a pain in his heart.

The little girl's eyes did not even linger on him for a moment...

"Yu Yan must have been bewitched... Damn it!"

The jealousy in his heart turned into fuel, pouring on the already boiling flames of murderous intent.

Xue Jing stepped forward and walked to the edge of the rooftop.

Below was a large road with flashing neon lights and a constant flow of vehicles. At this time, many passers-by were taking out their mobile phones to take pictures of the beautiful colorful fireworks.

But after they took out their mobile phones, the camera lens still showed no traces of colorful fireworks, so they could only give up shooting in confusion.

Xue Jing looked at the dark-eyed young man opposite him and asked curiously:

"Are you a disciple of the Jinfeng Dojo? A direct disciple?"

When the "Flame Link Color" just hit the opponent, Xue Jing felt a sense of familiarity.

It was like cutting on a sharp and hard blade. The sharp force was about to injure his palm along the contact surface, but it was easily blocked by his tough membrane.

This kind of counter-injury is the effect of the Jinfeng Baihong Sword.

The dark-eyed young man said in a cold tone: "So what?"

He knew he couldn't hide it, and he didn't even think about hiding it.

Xue Jing didn't care about his tone, and just said casually:

"Your broken dojo, the martial arts you teach are not very good, but the style is very simple, and the disciples are full of talents, either gangsters or cockroaches... I thought this was too much, but I didn't expect that there was a copper-making addict like you."

"Let's make a deal, you surrender, and I'll let them load you with the smallest bullet when I shoot you."

The young man with dark circles sneered, too lazy to talk nonsense, opened his hands and put on a fist.

Xue Jing smiled and said, "Don't say I don't give you a chance, I'll count to three."

He stretched out a finger.

"One."

Zong Shichan stood behind Xue Jing and watched this scene, his young face full of excitement, his eyes shining.

The master is going to make a move!

Is it the 'Secret Sakura Full Moon'? Or is it the dragon energy of the Hidden Dragon Flow?

Or maybe it was that beautiful meteor-firework-like move just now...

"two……"

Zhang Renxu's eyes were solemn and he was ready.

He knew very well that for an enemy of this level, if he didn't take action, he would be shocked!

Victory or defeat may only be a matter of a moment!

At this critical moment, everyone's attention was at its peak.

Xue Jing smiled and raised her third finger.

"three."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Renxu's whole body and mind were focused on him, wary of his every move.

At this moment, without any sound, a large chicken leg swung from behind him and hit him on the back of the head.

"Pfft——"

With a muffled sound, the chicken legs turned into countless shreds of meat and exploded. The extremely soft strength bypassed the instinctive resistance of Zhang Renxu's body and penetrated from the back of his head, causing his brain to shake violently. His whole body instantly The whites of his eyes rolled up and he fell down softly.

Zong Shichan's eyes widened, staring at the cold woman who suddenly appeared behind the young man with dark circles.

So big... No, so despicable!

Meng Qingjiao threw away the chicken leg bone that was broken into half in his hand, then took the chicken leg in the other hand to his mouth and took a bite, silently and with a cold expression.

However, no matter how cold the expression is, set off by the bulging mouth, it only makes people feel cute and naive.

"Pah, pah, pah—"

Xue Jing applauded and praised:

"As expected of Senior Sister Meng, there is no need to discuss at all, you understand what I mean just by looking at you."

Zong Shichan next to him muttered unsatisfiedly: "Master, why do I feel something is not right?"

This kind of scene where a hero saves a beauty...shouldn't the process and ending be more intense and romantic?

"I'm not your master yet, so don't yell."

Xue Jing first replied casually, and then continued:

"Our Hidden Dragon Style is like this. If you can do something lying down, why do you have to stand up? If it can be solved with a sneak attack, then there is no need to waste other efforts."

Zong Shichan curled his lips: "I understand, thank you Master for your teaching!"

Xue Jing raised her eyebrows and reached out to hold down her head, which was just over 1.4 meters above sea level: "You little carrot, if you climb up the pole, you don't plan to go down, right?"

Zong Shichan reached out and hugged him, and said coquettishly: "What's wrong? I will definitely be very happy to have such a lovely disciple like me!"

Xue Jing held her cheek with the palm of his hand to prevent her from getting close to him, and said lightly: "Don't come here."

"Hurry back with me. Your grandpa is worried about you now."

Zong Shichan opened his hands with a smile and said, "I was so frightened that my legs went weak. Master has to carry me back."

Xue Jing clicked her tongue, then reached out and lifted the collar of her fate's neck in disgust, as if she were carrying a vegetable basket.

Not to mention, the quality of the training uniforms at Hupo Dojo is excellent, so there is no problem at all.

Zong Shichan swayed his hands and feet in the air, his eyes widened: "Master, is this how you treat your lovely little disciple?"

Xue Jing was too lazy to pay attention to her. He stepped across a distance of more than ten meters and arrived at the rooftop where Meng Qingjiao was.

He squatted down, reached out and groped for a while on the dark-rimmed young man, and quickly took out a matchbox half the size of a palm.

[Divine substance detected, divinity is being absorbed...]

"As expected." Xue Jing nodded.

Just as Zhige expected, the 'Skinned Man' was affected by GOD-1291.

He took out his mobile phone and was about to call Ning Yuantai.

At this moment, his expression suddenly changed and he looked at Meng Qingjiao beside him.

"Sister."

Meng Qingjiao nodded, opened his mouth, put the remaining chicken drumstick in his hand into his mouth, sucked and wrapped it with his tongue, and when he took it out again, there was only a bare chicken bone left.

"Master, what's wrong?" Zong Shichan, who was being carried, also felt something was wrong and asked doubtfully.

Xue Jing did not reply, but handed the little girl to Meng Qingjiao.

Meng Qingjiao reached out to take Zong Shichan's hand, and rubbed his hands on Zong Shichan's training clothes, wiping away the oil stains caused by touching the chicken legs.

Zong Shichan's mouth twitched: "..."

Suddenly.

"咻咻咻咻——"

Four or five figures formed a circle from all directions, moving between high-rise buildings and surrounding them.

"Senior Brother Zhang!"

One of the young women saw Zhang Renxu lying on the ground, and her pupils shrank.

She then looked at Zong Shichan in Meng Qingjiao's hand, feeling something bad in her heart and already guessing what happened.

Xue Jing looked at the figures around him and recognized one of them.

The leader of the Razor Gang - Su Bijing.

Su Bijing also saw him and immediately shouted: "Senior Sister Chen, it's Xue Jing!"

Hearing this, Chen Wenyan looked at Xue Jing and narrowed her eyes slightly.

In the blink of an eye, she had sorted out all her thoughts and gave the order very decisively:

"Kill them and leave no one alive!"

As soon as the words fell, the five Jinfeng Dojo disciples immediately surged with murderous intent, covering Xue Jing and the others.

Zong Shichan's body stiffened, and the miserable scenes of his own death kept appearing in his mind.

But before she could feel fear, a beautiful hand as white as jade, more delicate than a woman's, gently placed on her head.

The warm palm radiated heat, instantly dispelling the cold murderous intent from her body.

"Master..." Zong Shichan stared at Xue Jing blankly.

"Sister, you protect this girl, and leave the rest to me." Xue Jing said softly.

"..." Meng Qingjiao glanced at him and nodded silently.

"Guard your positions, don't let them run away!"

Chen Wenyan waved her right hand and commanded solemnly.

The five disciples kept the encirclement and began to approach Xue Jing and the other two.

"...Don't let us run?"

Xue Jing tilted his head, and his silver-white divine pupils looked around.

"You, seem to have misunderstood something."

He spoke slowly without any fluctuations in his tone.

He didn't see any movement, and suddenly, he disappeared from the spot.

"Boom--"

"Crack--"

The colorful tail flame track crossed the sky, and when Xue Jing appeared again, he was holding a corpse in his hand.

The neck of the corpse was pinched into the thickness of a sugar cane by his palm, the head was tilted into an exaggerated arc, and the whole body was limp on the ground, dead beyond death.

This sudden scene shocked everyone present.

"A Xiang!"

"Junior Brother Zhao!"

The disciples of Jinfeng Dojo exclaimed.

Xue Jing casually threw the corpse in his hand to the side and said lightly:

"-- You are the prey."

"Master!!!" Zong Shichan's eyes lit up.

Chen Wenyan gritted her teeth and said: "Go!"

As soon as the voice fell, the four people present immediately shot out and rushed towards Xue Jing.

The sharp force like a sharp knife cut through the air, making a sharp whistle, as if four peerless divine weapons were piercing towards Xue Jing at the same time, with an astonishing momentum.

In close combat, unless there is a huge gap in strength, the side with more people has an overwhelming advantage. Even professional boxers will be beaten up in an open field when facing two or three healthy ordinary people.

Not to mention the combined attack formation that the disciples of Jinfeng Dojo have specially practiced. When they attack at the same time, it is impossible to avoid or block it.

However, Xue Jing did not intend to block or avoid it.

He took a deep breath, and his strength was circulated. The dragon roared like a dragon, and the light golden dragon energy turned into a dragon shape and wrapped around his body.

Then, the colorful fireworks of Yan Liancai burned on his body.

Spiral dents appeared on his body, rotating and condensing towards his palms and soles.

The moment the four people from Jinfeng Dojo came close to him, Xue Jing made four moves at an unimaginable speed.

He swung his right fist and hit one person's cheek.

He retracted his arm and hit another person's chest with an elbow.

He raised his right foot and kicked out two kicks in an instant, one on the left and one on the right, hitting the abdomen of the remaining two people respectively.

Each of his movements was accompanied by a spiral tornado-shaped colorful fireworks trajectory, which stayed in the void and lasted for a long time.

"—— Flame Link Color· Burning Wheel!"

"Bang Bang Bang Bang --!!!"

With four explosions, the four true disciples of Jinfeng Dojo flew backwards at the same time at a speed far exceeding the speed of the rushing ones.

One person flew to the main road below and hit a camphor tree, cutting the tree in half with a click. His body was pierced by branches and blood gushed out.

One person flew to a tall building and crashed through three or four buildings in a row, rubble splashed, leaving blood along the way, and disappeared.

One person flew nearly a hundred meters into the air before falling softly like a broken cotton wool.

The last person penetrated straight into the road below, smashing a human-shaped deep pit and forcing countless vehicles to stop.

Victory or defeat, only in a moment.

Zong Shichan opened her mouth slightly, stunned.

She looked at the straight back that looked like a god, her eyes bright to the extreme.

"Master..."

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