Chapter 2: The Divine Soldier Dragon Spear

“Get out…”

A sharp shout suddenly sounded, and it even reached everyone's ears just as the thick smoke showed a hint of clue.

Almost subconsciously, all the disciples of Lingxiao Palace retreated like springs installed under their feet.

They are all acquired masters with successful cultivation. Even if they have the worst cultivation level, they have the eighth level of internal strength. And they can carefully select disciples who come from the northwest to compete with each other, so it is naturally impossible for them to be just a substitute.

Even if Zhang Zhongyi's shout had not sounded, they would choose to avoid it immediately after seeing Huang Yan.

Only Li Dongrong and others stood there with their heads down from behind, standing in surprise. Although most of them were good at practicing a little bit of internal strength, how could such "good players" be compared with the elites from the Lingxiao Palace?

Under such sudden circumstances, they were all over the place and were at a loss.

As the figure flashed, He Yiming had already arrived in front of them. He took action like lightning, grabbed and threw his hands, and immediately put the dozens of people away.

Each of these people weighs about 100,200 kilograms, but for He Yiming at this time, it was almost as good as a straw in his hand.

In just one breath, dozens of people had already flew into the sky and shouted loudly in the sky.

But when they flew more than a hundred meters away and fell down, they realized that they were actually on the ground with their feet, and there seemed to be a layer of magical power under their feet, soft and weak.

Dozens of people landed on the ground, except for those who were weak in their legs and fell to the ground due to being too panic, half of them were firmly on the ground, and no one was hurt at all.

When they realized it, their eyes looked at He Yiming as if they were looking at a god.

After He Yiming gave up those people, he also looked like lightning and flew away from the yellow smoke area.

Although he has condensed Sanhua and is immune to most poisons, even the most powerful poisons in the world are unlikely to kill him through this smoke.

But he still carefully avoided Huang Yan. After all, he was a flesh and blood body, and he was not as idiot as to experience it himself.

The moment when the yellow smoke overflowed, Jin Zhan's reaction was not slow at all. He actually retreated instead of advancing, but his goal was also far beyond He Yiming's expectations.

His body was like lightning, sweeping past the carriage, and then he went to the other side, hugging the big dark horse not far away with his hands, but he jumped up like nothingness and appeared a hundred meters away in an instant.

Zhang Zhongyi's movements were also not slow, and he had already avoided them far before the yellow smoke spread.

With their status, they will never do anything that can be dangerous.

However, after standing still, the Jin Battle immediately let go of the dark horse, jumped with its toes, and a stone cut through the air like a flying star, flew into the carriage like a meteor rushing to the moon.

His technique of using hidden weapons was so unique. Even when wearing shoes, the control power of his toes reached a point of great wonder.

Something seemed to be heard in the yellow smoke. He Yiming's ears moved slightly and he had already caught a little trace.

In his senses, a man had slipped off the carriage and rolled forward in an extremely strange way.

This person rolled to the extreme and had instantly passed through the envelope of Huang Yan. He left with a very coincidental direction, just rightly avoiding He Yiming and other three innate powerhouses.

The crowds on the outside were originally people and horses. He took advantage of the chaos and immediately got into the crowd, and went towards the distance like a swimming fish.

He Yiming was secretly shocked. This person's methods were so clever, whether it was his ability to hide his whereabouts, his ability to make quick decisions to create chaos, or even eventually avoided the stone hidden weapons of the Jin Battle, and mixed into the crowd in an unexpected way, etc.

This series of performances made He Yiming feel impressed by this person.

Although they were not all the way, this did not affect He Yiming's evaluation of him at all.

After a few turns in the crowd, this person immediately passed through the crowd and moved outside a wall. He was so familiar with the route that he had already planned and planned.

The light flashed in He Yiming's eyes, and the world in front of him suddenly turned pale.

However, before the familiar lines appeared, He Yiming's heart suddenly rose.

A powerful and fierce murderous intent rose into the sky. When He Yiming sensed this murderous intent, even the hair on his body could not help but stand up automatically.

The tracker on his chest trembled violently. At this moment, He Yiming immediately retreated from the wind realm, and he was on guard.

Such a powerful feeling of incredible crisis, even when he faced the venerables such as Ai Wenbin, he had never encountered it.

Of course, these venerables did not intend to kill him at that time, so they did not use all their strength to deal with him.

In an instant, He Yiming had already caught the source of this murderous aura.

In the other direction of the yellow smoke, a substantial golden power had reached its peak unconsciously.

This power of the gold system is different from his Daguan Sword. Although it does not have the momentum like Mount Tai, the unique invincible and sharp and sharp nature of the gold system is even better.

During the Battle of Jin, He Yiming immediately understood that this momentum must have come from this powerful Eastern man.

He Yiming's pupils quickly condensed. He finally saw a little strength revealed by the Battle of Jin. The power of the tip of the iceberg seemed so terrifying. He finally understood why the venerables on the main vein of Tianchi still tried to delay the battle with the Battle of Jin after seeing their strength.

Those Venerables read that they were not wrong. The strength of the Jin Battle was even more terrifying than they expected.

Then, a lightning flashed through the space, as if the moment it escaped, it had reached its destination.

He Yiming had already "heard" it. This was a gun, a spear that was nearly three meters long.

The gun came through the other end of the smoke, leaving a transparent hole on the wall where the assassin disappeared, and then disappeared.

However, He Yiming's ears were as sharp as He Yiming, so he could naturally hear that the sound of falling to the ground had already been heard on the other side of the wall. Although he had not seen it with his own eyes, He Yiming knew that the assassin was about to escape from this place, but he failed.

Similarly, although this shot did not stab He Yiming, he still felt creepy.

There was always an idea in his mind, if he let the battle with Jin and let him shoot this shot, how could he resist it?

Countless thoughts were circling in his mind, and in just a moment, he had already judged that unless he used the Daguan Sword of Hundred and Eight Changes, he would not be able to grasp it in the future. Even if he used the Five Elements Ring, the same was true.

This series of changes only happens in an instant, and ends in an instant.

Before most people could react to what had happened, the Battle of Jin had already shot and killed the culprit on the spot.

A figure flashed, and the Battle of Jin had already jumped over the thick smoke that was no longer scattered, and came outside the wall.

He Yiming hesitated for a moment and jumped out.

Outside the wall, a man in black had been nailed into the opposite wall by a spear.

Jin Zhanzhan reached out and pulled out his spear. He used his strength to make him extremely clever, and he had turned the man over while his wrist was turning.

This sharp shot actually penetrated through the throat. The man was covered with blood. The powerful true energy attached to the gun had long destroyed all the vitality in the human body.

This is an ordinary face, full of horror on his face, and he seemed to have no idea that he would die in this way.

He Yiming looked at this person and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity in his heart. He seemed to have seen this person somewhere, but he just couldn't remember it.

Jin Zhanfan looked at the spear in his hand, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.

He Yiming looked at him and found that although he had just shot one person, there was no trace of blood on the spear. Whether it was the spear head or the body, it was as bright as snow under the sunlight, and shining dazzlingly.

Jin Zhan shook slightly, and the spear suddenly softened. The gun body quickly turned into a long line, leaving only the spear head that was still flashing with its brilliance.

Then, the whole long thread formed a circle, and Jin Zhan gently tugged on the head of the gun and put it into the waist bag on his body.

There was a flash of surprise in He Yiming's eyes. He took a deep breath and said, "Brother Jin, what is the gun rod of your spear?"

Jin Zhan Zhan smiled slightly, but he did not hide it, saying, "This gun pole is a legendary divine beast, made of leather armor after the dragon sheds its skin. It is a priceless treasure in the Lingxiao Palace Arsenal."

"Divine Dragon?" He Yiming asked hesitantly: "Is there really such a thing in the world?"

"It is said that thousands of years ago, there were divine beasts in the heaven and earth, and there were people in the divine way. But in these thousands of years, there was no trace." Jin Zhan sighed and said, "But the divine objects and miracles left by divine beasts and divine people are not rare, so there should be such objects."

He Yiming suddenly remembered Bailongba’s first friend, the master who might be Shinto also disappeared inexplicably thousands of years ago.

As for this person's whereabouts, even Bailingao didn't know.

With a gentle sigh, He Yiming was about to speak, but suddenly he heard a sound of crying like a ghost crying and snatching the earth.

He and the two of them looked at each other in battle, and immediately climbed over the wall. They immediately saw Li Dongrong, the owner of the mansion, knelt on the ground, crying like rain, which made people shudder.
Chapter completed!