Swordsman the Wanderer
Ch 145's. Combining Strengths
Zhang En stood a few steps and did not attack when Zhao Chen's subordinates were healing him. But his eyes were ice cold. Perhaps in Zhao Chen's eyes, this was just an ordinary wound, but after a few minutes later, he would feel a perplexing agonizing pain as the Demonic God Dragon Qi would damage his flesh.
And indeed, just as Zhang En thought, a moment later Zhao Chen suddenly lost all color from his face. Black Smoke Qi was winding around his waist wound, he let out a scream of pain.
Servant Feng and everyone who was watching their fight, noticed Zhao Chen's sudden change.
"Young Master, are you okay?!" Servant Feng approached, asking with a face full of attention.
Zhao Chen raised his head, his ferocious eyes staring intently at Zhang En in the distance, killing intent surging in his eyes as he said, "Kill that young man!"
Servant Feng and his guards immediately summoned martial spirits and their souls turned united with their respective martial spirits, they attacked Zhang En and the giant ghost of Feng Yang like hungry wolves.
On Zhao Chen's side, other than Servant Feng, there was one other god ascetic realm expert. These two experts worked together, targeting their attacks at Zhang En, while the other five bodyguards focused on fighting against the giant ghost of Feng Yang.
In the eyes of the servant Feng and the other Zhao Chen bodyguards, their biggest threat right now was Zhang En. As long as they united forces, they felt that everything would be within their control. As for the giant ghost of Feng Yang who was already in a human-like form behind Zhang En, they never cared about him as they thought that he was not a person who would pose a threat to them.
Zhao Chen watched with a dark face as his five subordinates surrounded the giant ghost of Feng Yang, he then ordered them? say "Solve it as soon as possible!"
"Okay, Young Master!" The five people answered in unison and moved, each of them carrying out their strongest attacks on Feng Yang. In an instant, a fist and a trace of a palm covered the area, and a blinding cajay lit up the sky where they were fighting
Facing the attacks from five different directions, the gigantic ghost of Feng Yang threw his head back, letting out a strange, deafening roar. The people present were astonished to see the gigantic human figure not dodging, letting the attacks of the five people directly hit his body.
Bang out!
Bang out!
Bang out!
Bang out!
Bang out!
Explosions after explosions sounded one after another, yet Feng Yang remained standing at the same spot. Everyone's eyes were shocked to see Feng Yang not moving the slightest bit from his place.
When the dazzling light dimmed, the gigantic ghost of Feng Yang raised his fist, sending out a punch towards one of the opponents and the man raised one of his hands, trying to block the fist of the giant ghost of Feng Yang, who was the one who had been killed, but he was finally thrown back. His body exploded into pieces in the air, turning into a blood mist.
One punch destroyed the early god hermit realm at that very instant.
Then, Feng Yang again used both of his fists, landing punches on his two opponents at once, and they received Feng Yang punches piercing through their flesh.
The faces of the two remaining men lost all color from their faces. Just when they turned around wanting to run, a gigantic hand gripped their head from above, five fingers piercing holes in their skulls. The screams of the two and a half people sounded for a moment before their bodies were cut into pieces.
Giant ghost Feng Yang opened his mouth, swallowing their souls into his body. Initially, Zhao Chen's focus was only on Zhang En alone, but when he saw some of his subordinates were easily killed in a short period of time, and sensing the unrestrained ghostly aura flowing from the gigantic human body, his facial expression became tense.
"Host Cultivator!"
Servant Feng and Zhao Chen's other subordinates worked together against Zhang En when they heard the continuous shouts they heard from the other direction, the fleeting glances of those who were looking into the battle of their comrade who was fighting Feng Yang and had died in an instant, both of them turned pale upon seeing the terrifying end of life of their five friends.
Feng Yang let out a satisfied burp after swallowing the two souls of Zhao Chen's subordinate who was his last opponent, casually he threw the lifeless body away as a three-branched blood spear appeared in his hand. He then lunged forward, brandishing his three-branched blood spear towards Zhao Chen who was emitting a terrifying blood red color.
Before the three forked blood spear hit Zhao Chen, the aura of death and the stench it emitted had enveloped Zhao Chen. Feeling surprised, Zhao Chen waved his hand hurriedly, he summoned his crushing room to block the attack in front of him.
An explosion rumbled across the square and Zhao Chen's body flew backwards, stretching his waist injury, he gritted his teeth to keep from letting out the sound of pain he was in. In exchange for their brief attack, the true Qi of the Demon Dragon Zhang En that was previously contained by deadly energy, wreaked havoc within his body internally. Suffering a double wound in his body made Zhao Chen turn pale.
The gigantic ghost Feng Yang took out a three-branched blood spear that launched another attack.
"Young Master!"
Seeing Zhao Chen's dire situation, Servant Feng and his subordinates who were fighting Zhang En could not be bothered anymore, but they changed the course of their attacks and targeted the giant ghost of Feng Yang. However, as they prepared to help Zhao Chen, shadows flickered and bursts of thousands of millions of sword light blocked their path. The shadow of those thousands of million swords was none other than Zhang En.
The Sword Arts of the Dragon God, the Storm of Hell!
The blade of the sword in Zhang En's hand darted out giving attack after attack towards his target, providing no breathing space for Servant Feng and Zhao Chen's Other subordinates forcing them to retreat, away from Zhao Chen.
On the other hand, Zhao Chen fared no better than his subordinates, he was pushed into one corner of the building that was in the area by the blood spear of the three branches of the giant phantom Feng Yang.
On the edge of the area where the battle was located, the disciples of Snow Dragon City, God Tribe City, and Green Ibis City who had been watching earlier, they exchanged glances among their own members, respectively, none of them had ever imagined the outcome of Zhao Chen and Zhang En's battle.
"Second Brother, should we help or ...?" Wang Lin regained a bit of his reasoning, looked at Li Qiuping and asked.
After all, Zhao Chen from Sun City, the son of the Sun Empire's city lord, Zhao Yi. Moreover, Zhao Chen was well-liked by Zhao Yi, if he found out that Zhao Chen was in trouble, and the Snow Dragon City disciples and the others just stood by watching as Zhao Chen was about to be killed in front of them, Zhao Yi's anger was inconceivable and was about to charge into Snow Dragon City, as well as the others.
"Help him." Li Qiuping decided his decision.
For the Sovereign of Sun City due to the cooperation and having become an ally between Snow Dragon City and Sun City, they could not stand by and watch Zhao Chen get killed.
Wang Lin nodded at his decision. With a low voice, a long whip appeared in his hand. It was hard to tell what material was used to make this long whip. With a single swing, the long whip instantly tied the body of the giant ghost of Feng Yang.
Seeing the disciples of Snow Dragon City making their moves, the disciples from the Imperial City of the God Tribe and Green Ghost City had no choice but to join in as well.
At that moment, the giant ghost Feng Yang suffered was hit by an attack from the palm of Guo Dehui Green Ghost City hitting his chest and was repulsed. Thick green smoke rose into the air.
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