Metropolitan Super Deity

Ling Fei's arrogance completely ignited everyone's passion.

"What a talented young man who can't stand the crowd. If that's the case, let us at Xishu Jianmen come and learn about your methods!"

"My Hundred Beasts Sect also wants to compete with Your Excellency."

"Tai Chi Sect is willing to join the war, help Wu Shao, and take down the villain!"

"Longtengmen joins the battle."

"Tiger Roaring Mountain Sect joins the battle!"

"Nanling Linzong joins the battle!"

"Water Playing Sect joins the battle!"

"Ruyimen joins the battle!"

"Jiulong Mountain joins the battle!"

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In the blink of an eye, dozens of sects, close to hundreds of masters, all declared their participation in the war and surrounded Ling Fei.

Among these people, there are many monks with alchemy, and there are quite a few of them, accounting for at least one-third of the number. As for the rest, at least they are monks in the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

Such a huge number is enough to easily create a first-class sect, whose strength is so powerful that in any corner of China, stomping one's feet can make the earth tremble three times.

Now, they are completely united, just to target Ling Fei alone.

Ling Fei had his hands behind his back, his eyes downcast, like an old monk in meditation, no expression could be seen on his face.

He has been in the cultivation world for decades, what kind of scene has he not seen? Those who caused the scourge of destroying the family are all Nascent Soul monks and Huashen monks in groups! Even sometimes, the ancestors of the sect in the Mahayana period will be summoned!

These people, in that kind of scene, are completely scumbags who can't even look down on them!

Ling Fei can still survive in such a world, and has reached the cultivation level of turning into a god! Facing these people is like playing house, so why be afraid of them?

"Do you come one by one, or do you all come together?"

Ling Fei's light words made everyone sneer.

"Boy, I know you have some strength, but you don't need to be so rampant. In our eyes, you are a piece of meat on a chopping board."

"What nonsense are you talking about with him? Take him down, get the 100 billion first! Go!"

I don't know who took the lead first, everyone scrambled to besiege Ling Fei.

"kill!"

A late-stage foundation-building cultivator at the front, carrying a pair of sledgehammers, struck Ling Fei's forehead.

Ling Fei didn't even look at it, and blasted the giant hammer together with one punch.

There was a bang, and iron slag mixed with blood and minced meat fell down one after another, like sprinkled flowers.

But this can't stop the people behind from attacking them one after another.

Two people, three people, four people... More and more monks came in front of Ling Fei. Ling Fei fought from single fist, to double fist, and then to the whole body. His figure became faster and faster, and his attacks became faster and faster. It's getting tougher.

"Quick! He's almost at his limit! Let's go all out and bombard him with formulas, and he will definitely be finished."

Some advanced monks immediately organized everyone to use formulas to bombard them.

In the center, the expressions of several monks who were fighting against Ling Fei couldn't help but change slightly.

"Hey! We haven't exited yet!"

But these people, facing the 100 billion, are already jealous, and no one can stop! What's more, wouldn't it be better if there were fewer people to share the money?

Fa Jue attacked mercilessly.

"don't want--!"

"Ah! Bastard, you guys must die!"

Accompanied by several screams, all the formulas were detonated, and energy of various colors flashed back and forth in the Wu family's manor, and the crackling sound could be clearly heard several kilometers away!

The shock wave from the explosion of the Fa Jue almost destroyed half of the manor, and the air wave scattered many people.

"Hehehe... Fellow Daoist Qi's sword art is much more refined."

"Where is it, Mr. Yun's sky-cracking palm is the real proficiency. The palm just now, I am afraid that even a small mountain was destroyed? This time, Mr. Yun contributed a lot to killing Ling Fei."

"Fellow daoists, you are serious. Just now, everyone worked together to kill that kid, and this old man only contributed a small amount of effort."

Having said that, Old Man Keyun stroked his beard and smiled lightly, the complacency in his eyes was hard to hide.

Everyone, you say a word, I say a word, and the words are full of joy. After all, killing Ling Fei, the 100 billion is already in hand.

Wu Ziliang also showed a smug grin on his face.

finally! The game he had painstakingly set up finally succeeded! Ling Fei, dead! Hahahaha...deserved it! This is what happens when you fight against him!

He put his eyes on Jiang Yingxue, trying to see despair and sadness from Jiang Yingxue's face. If he did that, he might be so happy that he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

But what puzzled him was that Jiang Yingxue didn't show too much expression.

This made Wu Ziliang a little puzzled.

Strange, could it be that Jiang Yingxue's feelings for Ling Fei are fake? How else would... wait a minute....

Wu Ziliang's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and a bad thought came out of his mind.

He looked into the smoke, and in the haze, he seemed to feel a depressing murderous aura.

This murderous aura is so familiar and suffocating.

Wu Ziliang's face changed drastically, and he immediately shouted:

"Don't be careless! That kid is not dead!"

Everyone was startled, but they didn't understand what he meant. Suddenly, thousands of flame bombs burst out from the smoke.

"Fire Formation—Fire Dragon Flame Bomb!"

"Not good, hurry up... ah...."

These monks had just reacted, and before they had time to use their true energy to resist, they were hit head-on by countless flame bombs.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a cracking sound that was more violent than before, and it sounded again, and the waves of air were more powerful, and countless people couldn't open their eyes.

The explosion lasted for ten breaths!

When the last violent sound disappeared, everyone around couldn't help but can't wait to open their eyes and look towards the field. With just one glance, they trembled, their lips trembling.

Those nearly a hundred masters were beaten to death and injured by Ling Fei's wave of fierce dragon flame bombs. After one wave, more than half of the masters were all wiped out, and the remaining half were also lingering, watching with a look of fear. With Ling Fei.

Looking at Ling Fei again, he was surrounded by a golden half-length giant, his eyes were like dragon pupils, and he was dressed in white, all of which were also dyed golden, looking like a god coming down to earth.

No, it's God of War descending to earth!

Because the gods can't catch up with this fighting spirit, this murderous spirit, this will to look down on the world!

Everyone fell into despair, even among those lingering, there was someone who was so frightened that he couldn't help but drop the weapon in his hand, his legs softened, and he collapsed on the ground, completely frightened by Ling Fei's momentum Give up resistance!

"O...God.... What the hell are you kidding about? How can you beat this?"