Chapter 143 The Opponent Kneels Down

Feng Jun didn't dare to look at Ye Qingyi for a second. He just stayed for a second and then exited WeChat. He barely escaped the palm of the innate master and exited the cultivation space again without hesitation.

When he came to the real world, he lit the detonator. Seeing that it was about to burn out, he entered the space of cultivating immortals again.

He threw the explosive bag in his hand at the innate master in the air, and then entered again.> Originally, he wanted to buy an anti-explosion shield or something and hide behind it, but after thinking about it again, the two Kilograms of TNT are really not that fun. It's better to avoid this wave of explosions.

In the WeChat camera, Xiao Yezi rested his chin in his hands, still in a daze.

After staying for another two seconds, Feng Jun exited WeChat again, and then appeared in the cultivation space. He felt the ground beneath his feet tremble, and the echo of an explosion rang in his ears.

He ignored others and focused his gaze on the innate master in the air, only to find that he was being thrown far away by the shock wave of the explosion.

In Master Luo's eyes, the other party just disappeared for a moment, and when he reappeared, there was already a strange thing in his hand, which was thrown towards him.

This was definitely not a good thing. He judged it in an instant, so his first reaction was: Do you want to escape?

However, although he wanted to escape, he had stayed in the world for too long after all. As an innate master, he was used to being the master of others. Even if he knew that the other party was not easy to mess with, he could not completely lose his reserve: others saw If I run for my life, where will my face be?

After only a moment of hesitation, the thing smashed over.

He had just struck out with all his strength, and then just like Feng Jun thought, he was just surprised and didn't make any other preparations.

At this time, it was impossible for him to strike out with all his strength. In a hurry, he swept his palm towards the thing again, but the power was only half of the previous one.

Of course, even if it was a hasty attack, it would be done by an innate master, and its power would not be matched by ordinary people.

At the same time, Mr. Luo moved slightly to the side. In order to maintain his image, he did not move too far away, but he finally gave in.

In fact, he had the idea of ​​​​deceiving the opponent forward and catching him. It should be noted that the immortal's close combat ability may not be as good as the innate master, and in terms of pure martial arts, the opponent is only an intermediate martial artist.

However, he was still hesitating whether to take action or not. His action just now could be said to be innocent of ignorance, but now he wanted to take action forcefully, which was pure and naked malice.

Anyway, this choice is relatively difficult. He plans to take a look at the other party's methods before making a calculation.

However, how could he have imagined that what the opponent threw was an explosive with huge lethality?

When the detonator detonated, he realized that something was wrong. He had seen the explosion just now with his own eyes. The noise seemed a little louder, but the power... that's all.

This time, facing an innate master like himself, the opponent still used similar methods. Even if he thought about it with his buttocks, he knew that the power would definitely be much greater than the one just now.

However, it is really too late to react at this moment. The detonator detonates TNT as fast as it needs to be. Mr. Luo didn't even straighten out his thoughts just now. Only the word "broken" appeared in his mind. It was even bigger. The explosion occurred.

Even if he is an innate master, even if he has luck to protect himself, he can only kneel down in front of absolute power.

He was not lucky enough to withstand the powerful shock wave, and he was in the air with no place to draw strength from, so he was blown away directly.

He didn't even notice that Feng Jun disappeared for another second, barely escaping the explosion.

Mr. Luo's body was thrown backward. In fact, his body was also severely damaged. Although he had luck to protect himself, the shock wave of the TNT explosion could leave ordinary people's appearance intact, but the bones in his body would be shattered to pieces.

He knew very well that with just this blow, he would have to go into seclusion to recuperate when he returned. He would not be able to recover within three to five years - immortals are indeed immortals, and not just anyone can make up his mind.

What a painful realization this is~

Then, his body fell heavily to the ground. After hitting the ground for a while, he bounced up and fell into the distance again. He bounced like this three times before slowing down, rolled twice more, and finally stopped moving.

Mr. Luo wanted to get up and run away, but his whole body was so weak that he couldn't stand up straight.

He raised his head with difficulty, and then discovered that not far away from him were the villagers of Zhaojiabao. Many of them were also shaken by the explosion, and their bodies were swaying and they were unable to maintain their balance.

He was shocked again: I was blown so far away?

He was in the air and was indeed thrown very far. He bounced three times in a row, and the distance was not more than a mile.

The next moment, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, but the middle-level martial artist who knew the magic of immortality fell in front of him.

For a martial artist, the distance of more than a mile is really a blink of an eye.

Mr. Luo tried his best to smile and wanted to explain aloud, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Feng Jun pulled out the dog-leg knife on his leg and slashed it with an expressionless expression.

This person is an innate master. He must take advantage of the opponent's weakness to end his life. If he continues, he will suffer chaos.

However, when the knife struck the opponent's chest and abdomen, the dog-legged knife bounced high - it couldn't break the defense?

Master Luo was shocked by this and spat out another mouthful of blood.

Feng Jun's eyes moved up to the other person's exposed neck, and he hesitated for a moment - would it be okay to behead him?

He doesn't have any moral obsession, but cutting off a living person's head in full view of the public always feels like the method is a bit bloody, and I don't know if it's in line with the perception of this plane.

Just like he thinks, shaving his hair short is nothing, but here, it is completely different.

Well, I have to admit that he is actually a little confused about whether his dog-leg knife can break the defense of the opponent's neck.

Mr. Luo let out a sigh of relief. He had armor on his body. As for his neck, it was a method of practicing Qi. It was difficult to be hurt by ordinary swords. At this moment, he remembered again - the things the other party held seemed to be ordinary. Weapons, there are no magic weapons!

However, his breath of relief completely annoyed the other party.

Feng Jun looked at him coldly, raised his hand, and pulled out a long thorn more than one meter long from his back.

When Mr. Luo saw this long thorn, his eyes suddenly opened wide and he said in horror, "Spare my life!"

He just said that the other party did not have a magic weapon, and they pulled out a rare thing. Although it was not a weapon, it was no less than a magic weapon - it was the thorn of a spiritual hedgehog!

Mr. Luo once participated in the strangulation of two spirit hedgehogs and was very familiar with this object. In fact, he could even tell that the spirit hedgehog thorns on the opponent's hands had far better energy and blood than ordinary spirit hedgehog thorns.

In other words, the thorns of other people's hedgehogs are not the thorns shot by the picked-up hedgehogs, but the thorns that were broken off the hedgehog's body alive!

What kind of strength do you need to do this?

No wonder they don’t have magical weapons, they don’t need them at all - what kind of bicycle do you need when you have a motorcycle?

Precisely because he recognized the hedgehog's thorns, Mr. Luo didn't care about his injuries at all. He spurted blood and begged for mercy.

Feng Jun waved his hand down, stabbed the opponent's neck with a long thorn, and spoke expressionlessly, "Did you ever think about sparing my life when you used that palm just now?"

Those who kill will always be killed. Feng has never had the kindness of women.

Mr. Luo was so anxious that he didn't care to say more. He used all his strength to turn over and shouted, "Xian..."

He wanted to shout out the other party's identity and say "Immortal, have mercy on me", but before he could shout out more than half a word, a long thorn stabbed into the back of his neck and came out from the front of his neck.

Mr. Luo's body suddenly convulsed, his legs kicked out lifelessly, and there was no life left.

Feng Jun pulled out the long thorn and glanced around coldly. Only then did he realize that the TNT explosion just now made a shallow crater where he originally stood, and Lang Zhen and Deng were not far away from him. The brothers were sitting on the ground, gasping for air.

Lang Zhen was a little better. Blood was pouring out of the Deng brothers' eyes, ears, mouths and noses. It was obvious that they had been severely affected by the explosion.

The junior martial artist who was fighting them was not much better. The long sword in his hand was leaning on the ground, breathing heavily, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

The high-level martial artist with bleeding thighs was much better. He was a little further away, and there was nothing strange about his seven orifices. However, the panic in this man's eyes was unstoppable. He hid aside and did not dare to make a sound.

In short, as soon as the TNT explosive package exploded, all local fighting stopped.

As for the more than 200 people in Zhaojiabao, they stood there dumbfounded, and no one dared to make a move or speak.

Feng Jun hesitated for a few seconds, then kicked off the ground with his legs, holding a long thorn, and aimed directly at the high-level martial artist.

As long as this person can be killed, the others will be nothing more than drizzle. One of the two junior martial arts masters is injured, one is Zhao Erye from Zhaojiabao, and the other is an intermediate martial arts master who has been blown away by his grenade. Even if Not dead, only half a life left.

Only this high-level martial artist, although he was shot in the thigh, still seemed to have a certain fighting ability.

His idea was not wrong, but he never dreamed that before he jumped out less than a hundred meters, the high-level martial artist directly threw away the weapon in his hand, raised his hands high, and shouted, "Sir, spare my life. I surrender!"

When Feng Jun heard this, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net was stunned for a moment, and then turned his head to look at Lang Zhen in astonishment, with deep confusion in his eyes - Damn, can you still surrender? Where is the dignity of martial arts promised?

Lang Zhen also knew that his OSS was a little ignorant of the world, so he coughed lightly and said, "He hasn't kneeled down on the ground yet. You can kill him..."

This sounds like it means...if you kneel down and surrender, you can't be killed?

What kind of logic is this? Feng Jun felt a little confused, but this did not prevent him from raising the thorn in his hand again.

"I surrender!" The senior martial artist screamed desperately and knelt down on one knee.

(The third update is here. The monthly ticket increase is really slow. I call you loudly.)

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