Chapter 609: Heavenly Enemy of Jiangtian

【Iron Fist of Justice】is the skill of ordinary person Wen Shilin, which has nothing to do with Shinto, so it is normal to use it... and the next three are the skills of Chen Yan's distorted Shinto.

The skills of distorted Shinto are not affected by the breath of Jiangtian Sect, including the false appearance that Chen Ling created with 【No Appearance】, which is still completely covered on the face.

Even Chen Ling himself did not expect this. It stands to reason that distorted Shinto can also be considered Shinto... Could it be that this Shinto is a little too distorted?

The face of Jiangtian Sect members is extremely ugly. He does not know where Chen Ling comes from, but so far, he has never heard of any Shinto that can resist their breath. Even those high-level Shinto owners have to be defeated in front of their archbishops.

And now is not the time to entangle the reason. The last Jiangtian Sect member who was sent to perform a suicide ritual in this area has failed. The two of them came here to fill the gap in this area... Now Chen Ling is in front of him, and he has to rush forward.

The good news is that the skill Chen Ling used just now does not seem to be an attacking skill, and can only exchange items between the two parties. Now he has nothing in his hands, and Chen Ling also has nothing in his hands, so he may not have no chance of winning!

Seeing the naked figure in a red robe flying close to the ground at an astonishing speed, Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly;

[No phase], [Scarlet trick], [Weaving fate], these three skills, the attack power in the frontal battlefield is indeed not strong. If he really fights hard with his physical body, he may not be the opponent of the primitive Jiangtian believer...

However, in addition to the twisted way of God, he is not without other means.

When the Jiangtian believer rushed to him, Chen Ling's bloodstained lips opened slightly, and a word exploded from his tongue like spring thunder!

"—— [fixed]!"

The moment this word sounded, it was like nine thunders rolling in the ears of the Jiangtian believer who was rushing over, and it seemed to contain some kind of magic. His body, which was originally under his control, suddenly stopped in mid-air for a moment!

This brief pause caused his body to completely lose balance. After knocking over a nearby shelf, he stumbled towards Chen Ling.

At the same time, Chen Ling took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes...

...

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the ancient treasures of Xidao, and returned to the wave test set for him by his senior brother.

The black reef was stepped on by him, and the blood-stained robe fluttered in the splashing waves. In the distance, at the intersection of the sea and the sky, a huge wave rolled in with the power of destroying the world!

The words of the second senior sister Luan Mei rang in his ears:

"...Unfortunately, the sense of belief in substitution is still not enough."

"Although the little junior brother can sing, he has not been exposed to opera for a long time, and he does not know much about Mu Guiying in the play... At this level, it is impossible to resonate."

Chen Ling once tried to sing that line, and broke through the huge waves with his sleeves, but was eventually swept into the seabed and ended up in a miserable state.

At that time, he really couldn't feel any resonance from that sentence, but now, Chen Ling feels different...

From the moment he stepped out of the theater, a certain emotion arose spontaneously. All the way, singing opera, this emotion continued to ferment in his chest, intertwined with his soul.

Chen Ling had a hunch that this time, he could do it.

...

In the dimness, Chen Ling suddenly opened his eyes!

He untied the corset of the robe from his waist with his left hand, and gently waved it. The corset instantly replaced the "Yang" flag that was originally inserted behind Li Qingshan. After spinning rapidly at his fingertips for several circles, he was tightly grasped in his palm!

Chen Ling's waist was as straight as a pine tree, standing on the pool of blood. He put his hand holding the flag behind his back, and slowly raised his empty right hand. The loose robe moved without wind...

When Chen Ling started, Li Qingshan in the corner seemed to sense some kind of breath and was stunned for a while.

The Jiangtian cultist in mid-air had already recovered from the immobilization just now. He stepped on the edge of the shelf to gain leverage, quickly changed direction, and rushed towards Chen Ling fiercely!

The red color gradually approached Chen Ling's pupils, but he had no intention of dodging. Instead, he said calmly:

"I have to fulfill my responsibilities during my lifetime. How can an inch of land belong to others...

The foreign king clown is not worth mentioning.

My sword can be as powerful as a million soldiers! !

The moment the melodious singing sounded, a familiar feeling surged out of Chen Ling's body. He subconsciously raised his empty right hand and waved it forward casually, imitating Ning Ruyu's appearance at that time.

The loose and empty sleeves fluttered past his eyes...

The next moment,

The Jiangtian cultist who was running wildly exploded!

Without any signs or buffering, Chen Ling just casually waved his sleeves, and the man was like a broken wave, falling apart in the air, turning into a sky full of scarlet blood rain, and falling all over Chen Ling's body.

The Secret Method of Xidao——【Sleeve Hands to Move the Sky】.

The whole pharmacy fell into a dead silence.

Li Qingshan was stunned...

He didn't know what happened. Not only him, but even the Jiangtian Sect member who was killed by Chen Ling casually waved his sleeves, did not resist at all before his death... Or, he didn't realize that he would die in such an incredible way.

The breath of Jiangtian Sect can interfere with Shinto, but it can't interfere with the secret method of Xidao learned by Chen Ling. Coupled with the twisted Shinto that is also not interfered with, the most core means of Jiangtian Sect have almost no effect on him... If the Red-clothed Jiangtian Sect is the world of all Shinto, then Chen Ling, who is also in red, is the natural enemy of all Jiangtian Sect.

In the wave of his sleeves, the powerful enemy was wiped out.

Chen Ling was wearing a blood-stained robe, a twisted headdress, and her makeup was blurred by the blood... He stood there quietly, as if he was the most terrifying demon here.

[Audience Expectation +3]

At the same time.

On the other side of the pharmacy,

The only remaining Jiangtian believer used the boning knife on his chest to directly cut open the flesh on the left side of his chest, exposing his ribs to the air...

He trembled and picked up the small hammer in the corner, gritted his teeth and smashed his ribs. With each smash, a rib broke, and the gap between the ribs that even fingers could not penetrate was gradually broken, enough to accommodate a palm.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his body was shaking unconsciously... He was in pain and nervous.

He witnessed his companion being killed instantly by Chen Ling, and knew that he could never be his opponent... He was going to die anyway, but this suicide ritual had to be completed. If this street was not allowed to intersect with the "Sighing Wilderness", the difficulty for others to summon "Destruction" would increase sharply.

This was a race against time. He had to sacrifice his lungs before Chen Ling killed him, otherwise the Supreme Crimson Heaven Savior would not recognize his dedication and glory.

Fortunately, he had quickly broken several ribs, leaving a gap that could pass through his palm. The Crimson Heaven believer reached out without hesitation and grabbed his lung lobe...