Chapter 608 Overcoming Jiangtian

Chen Ling was angry.

Ever since he set foot on the Shinto, he, Chen Ling, had always been the one to trick others, but this time he was actually tricked by others... and he was even hit in the face with a hammer, almost killing him on the spot.

Although even if he was killed by a hammer, he could be resurrected with 50% of his expected value deducted, but Chen Ling would never accept wasting the chance of resurrection in the hands of these two things... He would rather have a good time in front of everyone. A dripping suicide show, and I would never want to die inexplicably in a place like this.

In the darkness, it was shocking to see a large piece of Chen Ling's head split open. Under the influence of [Blood Clothes], his injuries were not serious enough to be on the verge of death. Instead, a billowing force poured into his body.

Anger rose in Chen Ling's heart. He felt like a volcano about to erupt, with veins entangled in his arms and neck!

[Audience Expectation Value +3]

[Current expected value: 78%]

He was holding a blood-stained hammer in one hand and holding a boning knife behind his back in the other hand. Perhaps because of the head injury, his slowly walking body was swaying left and right in the pool of blood, but even so, Jiangtian cultists Still frightened, I took half a step back...

"you you!!"

Dim ruins, blood-stained vermilion robes, twisted headdresses, broken heads... The person who was supposed to be dead walked toward him step by step. The visual impact of this scene was dozens of times scarier than a horror movie. Times!

The Jiangtian cultist gritted his teeth and grabbed the shelf next to him with his hairy arm. With the surge of strength, he actually dragged it up and used the inertia to smash it against Chen Ling's door!

clang--! !

The shelf flew into the air and was held up out of thin air by a bloody hand.

In Chen Ling's solemn eyes, the metal shelves were forcibly twisted into twists. The small hammer in her left hand was smashed out with a backhand, breaking the entire shelf into two parts from the middle. Then she stepped out and tore half of the shelf into pieces. Throw it towards Jiangtian Cultist's face at an even faster speed!

The Jiangtian cultist reacted very quickly and blocked the blow with his hands in front of his body, but the power carried by the shelf was so strong that it actually hit the wall behind him!

A pain came from behind, but he had no time to do anything else, because the next moment a small hammer was thrown by the actor in red with all his strength, piercing the air like a cannonball, and flashed before his eyes in the blink of an eye!

The Jiangtian cultivator's pupils suddenly shrank!

boom--! ! !

A small hammer smashed down three walls one after another, opening up the drugstore and the two shops next door. Billows of dust and smoke flew into the air, and three exaggerated large holes were slowly outlined from them.

Seeing this, the Jiangtian cultivator who had escaped by lying on the ground spoke without hesitation:

"help me!!"

Before he could speak, the second Jiangtian cultist who was still entangled with Li Qingshan had already broken through the smoke and struck Chen Ling with a knife. The moment the blade fell, the cold light of a boning knife shone on the sleeve of the opera robe. Pull it up in the middle and collide with it accurately!

Ding! Ding! Ding! !

Two men in red clothes fought rapidly in the darkness, and dazzling sparks splashed in the air, occasionally illuminating a corner of the dark drugstore.

But after only six or seven rounds, the Jiangtian cultist holding the sword could not resist, and was cut open in the chest by the sword. And as time passed, there were more and more blood stains on his body... Speed ​​and strength aside, his sword skills and Compared to Chen Ling, who had been tempered by Ning Ruyu for several months, there was a big difference.

The second figure took advantage of the chaos and rushed out. It was on all fours like an ape, flying past the ground at an extremely fast speed. Its fingertips took advantage of the chaos and grabbed Chen Ling's ankle.

"Brother Lin! Be careful they can interfere with Shinto!"

Li Qingshan's voice sounded immediately.

The moment their skins touched each other, the power of the [Blood Clothes] surging in Chen Ling's body suddenly stagnated and disappeared like a deflated rubber ball. His brows wrinkled unconsciously.

Feeling the sharp decrease in Chen Ling's speed and strength, the Jiangtian cultivator who had been retreating continuously stabilized his body, and together with another Jiangtian cultivator, attacked Chen Ling from left to right.

"Haha, without the Shinto, your power is only so much." A sarcasm came from his ears.

Chen Ling felt the divine way in her body, and with a thought,

"……Yeah?"

Hearing Chen Ling's calm words, the Jiangtian cultivator holding the knife was startled.

The next moment, the short knife he was wielding suddenly swayed and turned into a half-broken broom before his eyes, and was instantly chopped into pieces by the flashing boning knife!

Jiangtian Cultist:? ? ?

Before he could recover, the boning knife stabbed into his body. The white knife went in and the red knife came out!

Chen Ling stared at him with solemn eyes, and without hesitation took advantage of the situation and stabbed him three times. Only then did another Jiangtian cultist have time to help his companions out of the siege, and fought with Chen Ling with his bare hands.

Chen Ling failed to pull out the boning knife from the body of the stabbed Jiangtian cultist, so she kicked him sideways several meters away, and then stepped back to distance herself from the other Jiangtian cultist.

Li Qingshan, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, was filled with shock.

Even if he didn't understand the horror of Jiangtian Sect before, after this personal fight, he also knew how troublesome these guys were. The opponent's restraint on Shinto skills was too strong, and it was difficult to gain an advantage in a one-on-one situation. Chen Ling was actually able to defeat the Jiangtian Sect with one against two!

They are both wearing red clothes, but the fierceness of both sides does not seem to be on the same level.

The Jiangtian cultist who was stabbed three times by Chen Ling struggled to get up from the shelves. The boning knife was still stuck in his chest, and gurgling blood continued to seep from the corners of his mouth.

He stared blankly at Chen Ling, who was wearing a red opera robe and had a big hole in his head, as if he was looking at a monster.

"vomit……"

His face turned pale, and he lowered his head suddenly, spitting out a large mouthful of black blood.

Chen Ling's three sword strikes were aimed at vital points. Even if his body returned to its original state, with strength and vitality much higher than those of ordinary people, it would be difficult to get up and fight at this moment.

The Jiangtian cultist did not immediately pull out the boning knife inserted in his chest. Instead, he clenched his teeth and glanced around, finally landing on the bloody ring not far away...

He crawled on the ground and moved into the ring with difficulty.

at the same time,

Jiangtianjiao, who was confronting Chen Ling, spoke in disbelief,

"How is this possible?! Your divine way has obviously been disrupted...how can you still use your skills??"

Chen Ling brushed the dust off her sleeves and said calmly, "It seems that your Supreme Jiangtian Savior... isn't that awesome either."

The moment the Jiangtian Cultist touched him, most of Chen Ling's skills were indeed unable to be used, including [Blood Clothes], [Tribunal], [Heart Python], etc... these Shinto skills learned from other people Skills are like being forcibly disordered, but there are only four exceptions.

[Iron Fist of Justice], [Shadowless], [Scarlet Trick] and [Fate Weaver].