Peerless Martial Soul

Although he has no affection for Qin Moling and others, he also knows that if he wants to win the final victory, the people of Qian Yuanzong absolutely must keep it as much as possible.

Chen Feng yelled at them who were still watching blankly: "Run! Run! Why don't you wait for death here?"

"Haha, still want to run? No one can run today!"

Zhao Sanshan chased him, laughed wildly, and punched out the Diamond Boxer, directly blasting on a Qian Yuanzong disciple.

This Qianyuanzong disciple was also one of the top ten disciples of the outer sect. He was at the eighth peak of the day after tomorrow, but he was directly blasted into pieces by this punch, and his flesh and blood flew!

Even one of the Qingmumen disciples next to him was affected and severely injured by the shock. Wow, blood spurted out.

Everyone was shocked, this Zhao Sanshan is really amazing!

At least it is also the cultivation base of the Nine Peaks! It's really scary!

Chen Feng landed as hard as he could, and Han Yuer ran to help him up, with a look of concern: "Junior Brother, how are you?"

"I'm fine." Chen Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, panting heavily, and shouted at the crowd: "Run! Run!"

Everyone looked at him with contempt and strange eyes.

Qin Moling sneered: "Run, why run? You trash is not Zhao Sanshan's opponent, you lost our Qianyuanzong people. Don't you think that I, the number one master of the Waizong, is not Zhao Sanshan's opponent?"

Zhao Sanshan coldly snorts disdainfully: "What kind of thing are you?"

With that, a punch came out.

Qin Moling roared to meet the enemy, but was directly smashed into the offensive by a punch, and was hit in the lower abdomen by Zhao Sanshan's iron fist. He suffered heavy internal organs, spurted blood, flew out heavily and hit a rock wall.

A large human-shaped hole was knocked out on the stone wall!

With just one punch, Qin Moling was seriously injured!

He looked at Zhao Sanshan in disbelief.

The scene was silent, and everyone looked at Zhao Sanshan as if they were looking at a monster!

Everyone knows that Zhao Sanshan is strong, but he did not expect that he is so tyrannical!

Qin Moling is not one of his opponents, so who is his opponent?

Zhao Sanshan laughed wildly: "You people are really rubbish! What about the nine-layered powerhouse? Bah! Although Chen Feng is only eight-layered, he is more powerful than you!"

"Chen Feng can fight me for half an hour without losing the wind, but you are not my enemy of one move!"

Zhao Sanshan's words spread to everyone's ears. Many people couldn't believe it, but they had to believe it.

They looked at Chen Feng with the same horrified eyes. They didn't expect him to be so powerful.

Zhao Sanshan glanced across the faces of everyone in Qianyuanzong and Qingmumen, and laughed wildly: "Okay, very good. There are nine people in Qianyuanzong and seven in Qingmuzong. Almost all of you are here. Up."

"I just happen to solve you together! The victory of the Zhushan Fudi Competition can only belong to our King Kong Gate!"

Many disciples of the King Kong Gate shouted: "Big brother, kill them all!"

Only Wei Meng and Wang Yun had complicated eyes.

Chen Feng calmed down completely at this time.

He addressed the others in Qian Yuanzong and the Qingmumen in a deep voice: "Zhao Sanshan is extremely powerful, and none of us is an opponent. He wants to kill us all. Only when we unite can we have a ray of life!"

"Okay!" Zhou Tong thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, and nodded: "Let's temporarily abandon our previous grievances and fight against powerful enemies! The previous grievances will be discussed later!"

"Good!" Chen Feng nodded heavily.

Next, Chen Feng began to assign tasks to the Qianyuan sect.

With what happened just now, everyone listened to him, led by him. His disciples all agreed to the characters he assigned.

"Qin Moling, Ran Changling, and me, the three of us are the three strongest of Qian Yuanzong. Later, the three of us will first resist Zhao Sanshan and fight him close. Are you okay?"

A flash of resentment flashed in Qin Moling and Ran Changling's eyes, but at this time, they did not dare to object to Chen Feng's words, and they both nodded and agreed.

"Ye Qiuning! You are using arrows. Later, you will sweep the formation for us remotely and harass Zhao Sanshan!" Chen Feng said to a woman about 20 years old.

The woman was tall and hot, with a leather armor and a tall bow on her back, and she nodded silently.

Over there, Zhou Tong also selected the strongest among the Qingmumen disciples.

"Hahahaha, it's useless, no matter what you do, you are still struggling! Even if you go together, no, even if the other twenty-nine people in Zhushan Fudi go together, it can't be my opponent!"

Zhao Sanshan laughed wildly.

"Fart!" Zhou Tong said angrily: "A lot of ants kill elephants. You are indeed strong, better than any of us, but if we are all on, you are definitely not an opponent! Don't forget, you are just the day after tomorrow. Nine-fold peak! It's not a powerhouse of the gods!"

"Yes, you are right! If a dozen of you join together, I am really no opponent!"

Zhao Sanshan laughed wildly: "That's because I still have the strength to hide it!"

His crazy laughter swept the whole Zhushan Fudi.