Chapter 939: No Point in Talking

Yu Wei saw that the situation was not good, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. He shouted: "Elders, listen to my order, capture these two people! We must not let them ruin the great event of Xuantian Temple today, otherwise we will all be in trouble!"

With his order, several elders on both sides stood up and each offered a magic weapon.

For a moment, the main hall was brightly lit, and the spiritual power fluctuations of the magic weapons intertwined with each other, forming a powerful pressure, which enveloped Chen Ze and Lin Bingchun, as if to swallow them up instantly.

Chen Ze was not afraid, and his hands quickly formed seals, his movements were smooth, and he muttered something in his mouth, his voice was low and mysterious.

In an instant, runes appeared in front of him, flashing with light, forming a solid rune shield.

As the runes flowed, they exuded an ancient and powerful aura, which completely blocked the surging pressure, without leaking a drop of water.

At the same time, Chen Ze's mind moved, and a mysterious arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Dozens of figures, like Lin Bingchun, were "transformed" by him.

These figures were all very imposing and stood side by side with Lin Bingchun.

For a moment, the main hall seemed to be filled with the gods of war, with great momentum.

The faces of the people in Xuantian Hall turned pale and their eyes widened in horror.

They never thought that the enemy would break into their lair so easily, and even directly into the interior.

"You are not Liu Wuhen, who are you?"

Yu Wei stared at Chen Ze with wide eyes, with shock and anger intertwined on his face, making his face look a little hideous.

He couldn't understand why Liu Wuhen, who seemed quite reliable on weekdays, turned against him at a critical moment and brought such a powerful helper.

Chen Ze looked at Yu Wei's expression of shock and anger, with a mocking smile on his lips, and slowly said:

"Who am I? You, Xuantian Palace, have repeatedly provoked the Wanwu Grocery Store, and today I am here to make you pay the price. Do you know who I am now?"

"You are from the Wanwu Grocery Store? This... How is this possible?"

When Yu Wei heard this, his heart was shocked, and the ferocious look on his face froze instantly, replaced by a face full of disbelief.

He was unwilling to believe that one of the most capable elders around him was actually an undercover agent of the Wanwu Grocery Store.

He had always trusted Liu Wuhen and had never avoided many confidential matters.

But now he was slapped in the face like this, and the frustration in his heart was like a surging tide, almost drowning him.

"Hmph, there's no point in talking more." Chen Ze snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain, "Since you dare to attack the Wanwu Grocery Store, you must be prepared to be destroyed by me at any time."

"Go!"

Chen Ze gave an order, and in an instant, the spiritual power in the main hall was surging, and the light was dazzling.

Lin Bingchun shook his spear, and the spear light was like lightning, cutting through the air, making a "hissing" sound.

He took a step forward, and his domineering aura became stronger, and he directly faced Yu Wei, the master of the branch hall.

Chen Ze's dozens of clones also locked their targets one by one, and rushed towards the elders of Xuantian Hall like ghosts.

For a while, shouts and sounds of magic weapons colliding intertwined, and the main hall fell into a melee.

However, the enemy and us just had a simple fight, and the battle situation was directly one-sided.

I saw that Lin Bingchun's spear was like a dragon, and every time he stabbed out, he had an indomitable momentum.

Wherever the spear tip passed, the air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound, directly approaching Yu Wei's vitals.

Yu Wei was not to be outdone. He quickly formed seals with both hands, and black spiritual power lights gathered in his palms, turning into sharp palm winds and slapping out, colliding with Lin Bingchun's spear light, bursting out with a deafening roar, and the whole main hall trembled.

After all, Lin Bingchun was a real strong man in the fusion realm, and he had rich practical experience.

No matter how much Yu Wei struggled, he was no match at all.

The next moment, Lin Bingchun shook the spear in his hand and stabbed it at an extremely tricky angle, instantly breaking through Yu Wei's defense.

Yu Wei could not dodge in time, so he could only dodge sideways, but his shoulder was still rubbed by the spear light, and a blood mark instantly appeared, and he gasped in pain.

He was shocked, Lin Bingchun's strength was even more terrifying than he expected.

He dared not hold back any more, and the spiritual power in his body surged wildly, and a pair of black wings suddenly appeared behind him.

The wings flapped, bringing up a black gust of wind, and he floated back several feet like a ghost, trying to distance himself from Lin Bingchun and find a chance to fight again.

Seeing that he wanted to retreat, Lin Bingchun would not give him a chance. He raised his spear, and the spiritual power under his feet burst out, instantly closing the distance with Yu Wei like teleportation.

Then he swept out, and the spear shaft was wrapped with powerful spiritual power, like a black dragon, whistling and sweeping towards Yu Wei's waist.

Seeing this, Yu Wei's eyes were stern, and his palms danced quickly, condensing a black spiritual shield in front of him to resist this fierce attack.

With a loud "bang", although he blocked the spear, he was shocked by the huge impact force and retreated several steps. Every step left a deep footprint on the ground, and there was a surge of blood in his mouth.

On the other side, the battle between Chen Ze's dozens of clones and the elders of Xuantian Temple was coming to an end.

After all, all the clones were at the peak of the late stage of the Spiritual Realm, so how could these elders of Xuantian Temple be their opponents?

I saw an elder holding a spiritual lamp, the flame of the wick jumped, emitting a blazing high temperature, trying to use the fire wave to drive back the approaching clones.

But the clone flashed and hid directly into the shadows. When it reappeared, it had circled behind the elder.

With a flash of cold light in his hand, a sharp dagger stabbed the elder's back like a poisonous snake out of a hole.

The elder sensed the danger and hurriedly tried to dodge sideways, but it was too late. The dagger broke through the skin and blood splattered.

He howled miserably, and the light of the spiritual lamp in his hand dimmed a little.

The other clones also attacked like a tide, or the fist wind whistled, shattering the void, or the finger light was like a sword, piercing the magic weapon.

An elder offered a gong, the gong hummed, the sound waves rolled, and turned into a materialized defensive ripple, resisting the attacks of the clones.

However, the clones cooperated tacitly, and several figures attacked at the same time.

In an instant, there was a crisp "click", the gong broke, and the elder vomited blood and fell to the ground.

On the main battlefield, Yu Wei was fighting and retreating, and was already forced to the corner of the main hall. He began to think of retreating.

Lin Bingchun's spear was flying everywhere, blocking his retreat.

Yu Wei's eyes were red, and he took out a blood-red pill from his storage ring and swallowed it.

In an instant, his aura surged wildly, and his originally black wings became as red as magma. Wisps of flames jumped and burned between the feathers, and a layer of strange blood light appeared on his body.

"Lin Bingchun, even if we fight to the death today, I will not let you have an easy time!"