"Brother Zhang!"
One of the young women saw Zhang Renxu lying on the ground and her pupils shrank slightly.
She then looked at the Zong Shichan in Meng Qingjiao's hand and felt something was wrong. She had already guessed what had happened.
Xue Jing looked at the figures around him and recognized one of them.
The leader of the Razor Gang—Su Bijing.
Su Bijing also saw him and immediately shouted, "Senior Sister Chen, it's Xue Jing!"
Hearing this, Chen Wenyan looked at Xue Jing with her eyes slightly narrowed.
In a flash, she had sorted out all her thoughts and gave the order decisively:
"Kill them all, and leave no one alive!"
As soon as he finished speaking, murderous intent immediately surged from the bodies of the five disciples of Jinfeng Taoist Temple, covering Xue Jing and the other two.
Zong Shichan's body stiffened, and the tragic scene of his own death kept appearing in his mind.
But before she could feel fear, a beautiful hand as white as jade and more delicate than a woman's was gently placed on her head.
The warm palm radiated heat, instantly dispelling the murderous coldness in her body.
“Master…” Zong Shichan stared at Xue Jing blankly.
"Senior Sister, you protect this girl and leave the rest to me." Xue Jing said softly.
“…” Meng Qingjiao glanced at him and nodded silently.
"Everyone guard your position and don't let them run away!"
Chen Wenyan waved her right hand and gave instructions with a solemn look.
The five disciples maintained the encirclement and began to approach Xue Jing and the other two.
“…You won’t let us run?”
Xue Jing tilted his head, and his silver-white divine pupils looked around.
"You seem to have misunderstood something."
He spoke slowly without any fluctuation in his tone.
He didn't make any movement, and suddenly, he disappeared from the spot.
"boom-"
“Click—”
The colorful trail of flames crossed the sky. When Xue Jing appeared again, he was holding a corpse in his hand.
The neck of the corpse was pinched into the thickness of a sugarcane by his palms, the head was twisted into an exaggerated arc, and the whole body was limply lying on the ground, dead beyond deadness.
This sudden scene shocked everyone present.
"Ah Xiang!"
"Junior Brother Zhao!"
All the disciples of the Jinfeng Dojo exclaimed in surprise.
Xue Jing casually threw the corpse in his hand to the side and said calmly:
"—You are the prey."
"Master!!!" Zong Shichan's eyes lit up.
Chen Wenyan gritted her teeth and said, "Go!"
As soon as the words fell, the four people present immediately rushed out and rushed towards Xue Jing.
The force, as sharp as a knife, cut through the air, making a whistling sound, as if four peerless divine weapons were simultaneously piercing towards Xue Jing with an astonishing momentum.
In close combat, unless the gap in strength is too great, the side with more people will have an overwhelming advantage. Even a professional boxer will be beaten badly when facing two or three ordinary healthy people in an open field.
Not to mention the combined attack formation that the disciples of the Jinfeng Dojo had specially practiced. If they attacked at the same time, it would be unavoidable and unstoppable.
However, Xue Jing had no intention of blocking or avoiding it.
He took a deep breath, circulated his strength, and roared like a dragon. The light golden dragon energy turned into a dragon shape and wrapped around his body.
Then, Yan Liancai's colorful fireworks burned on his body.
Spiral indentations appeared on his body, spinning and converging towards his palms and soles.
The moment the four people from Jinfeng Dojo came close to him, Xue Jing launched four moves at unimaginable speed.
He swung his right fist and hit someone in the cheek.
He pulled his arm back and rammed his elbow into the other man's chest.
He raised his right foot and instantly kicked out two kicks, one on the left and one on the right, hitting the abdomen of the remaining two men respectively.
Each of his movements was accompanied by a trail of colorful fireworks in the shape of a spiral tornado, which lingered in the void for a long time.
"—Flame Link·Burning Wheel!"
“Bang, bang, bang, bang!!!”
There were four loud explosions, and the four true disciples of the Jinfeng Dojo flew backwards at the same time, at a speed far exceeding that of the ones rushing towards them.
A man flew towards the main road below and crashed into a camphor tree, which was cut in half with a snap. His body was pierced by branches and blood was gushing out.
A man flew towards the tall buildings and crashed through three or four buildings in succession, leaving rubble flying and blood along the way, and disappeared without a trace.
A man flew nearly a hundred meters into the sky before falling down softly like a piece of broken cotton wool.
The last person penetrated straight into the road below, creating a human-shaped deep pit and forcing countless vehicles to stop.
Victory or defeat depends on just a moment.
Zong Shichan opened his mouth slightly, stunned.
She looked at the straight back that looked like that of a god, her eyes bright to the extreme.
"Master..."
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Chapter 187 Solution, Harvest, Apprentice (4K)
The burning colorful fireworks slowly dissipated.
Xue Jing clenched his fists and nodded.
Although this is the first time I have used this trick in the real world, I feel that it works quite well.
Flame Color·Burning Wheel, this is one of the results he gained from the consciousness simulation in the past few days.
The word "Fenlun" is the ancient name for tornado, which is used to refer to the Canglongliu's killer move "Tornado Thunder".
Combining the Heaven Sword's killing move Flame Continuous Color with the Hidden Dragon's killing move Rolling Thunder into one... This method of combining the killing moves of two different schools to create a new killing move is almost impossible to succeed.
Just think about it, even the five killer moves of Canglong Style that have a high degree of adaptability are difficult to combine with each other, not to mention that different styles are completely incompatible in their foundations.
But the Heaven's Will Sword is an exception... because it is a special style that is completely spiritual and has nothing to do with the body, and its use depends entirely on mental strength.
It may not even be called a genre, it's just a "artistic conception".
This gave Xue Jing room to find an opportunity.
Using mental power to interfere with personal reality, while performing the Flame Color, the body also operates synchronously, gathering strength and performing the Wind and Thunder.
This is a very difficult thing to do, because controlling the body also requires mental consciousness, especially complex things like performing a killing move, which requires considerable mental concentration to do.
This is not simply a matter of the left and right hands doing different things.
Instead, he tried to multitask and quickly solve two complex advanced math problems at the same time, even though he could only do mental arithmetic.
It was very difficult... But with the help of his increasingly strong mental strength, he succeeded.
He was quite satisfied with the result. While possessing the terrifying explosive speed of Flame Color, he also had the powerful attack power of Wind Thunder.
They even have a subtle bonus to each other, and their speed and power are stronger than the two original killer moves.
The first time it was used in actual combat, it achieved remarkable results, instantly killing the four direct disciples of the Jinfeng Dojo.
Xue Jing reached out and straightened his somewhat messy suit vest.
After all, these clothes are not suitable for strenuous exercise. Now two buttons on his collar have fallen off, revealing his delicate collarbone, giving him a unique kind of disheveled and elegant beauty.
He took a step and flew back to the rooftop where Meng Qingjiao Zong Shichan was, and took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket.
Opening the contact list and finding Ning Yuantai, Xue Jing pressed the dial button with one hand and held down the head of Zong Shichan who rushed over to hug him with the other hand.
"Master!! I love your teeth!"
Zong Shichan's delicate little face flushed red, and the admiration in her eyes almost overflowed.
Xue Jing held her with one hand and said casually, "I know, don't make a noise."
The phone just dialed and it was connected immediately after just one beep.
"Brother Xue, are you looking for me?" Ning Yuantai's respectful voice came from the receiver.
"Yuantae, I caught the skinner, please come over here."
Xue Jing said.
"ah?"
On the other end of the phone, Ning Yuantai was stunned.
After a while, he said hurriedly: "I'll go, you are worthy of me! I'll be there soon!"
Xue Jing hummed and said, "I'm... I don't know where this is. Just check my location. I'll wait for you on the rooftop of this place."
After talking for a few more words, Xue Jing hung up the phone.
Then he handed the phone to Zong Shichan.
"Call your grandfather."
Zong Shichan's eyes lit up, he reached out to take Xue Jing's phone, put it against his cheek, and showed an intoxicated expression.
"The cell phone that Master always carries with him..."
"Sniff... It smells good, it smells like Master."
Xue Jing: “…”
He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, then gave the little girl a slap on the head.
Zong Shichan felt pain and rubbed his forehead quickly, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. He looked at Xue Jing pitifully: "Master, what are you doing~"
Xue Jing pinched her fair cheek flesh with two fingers, "You little pervert, you have a fetish, right?"
“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts…” Zong Shichan screamed.
After Xue Jing let go, she touched her red and swollen cheeks and said dissatisfiedly:
"Please correct your statement immediately. I am not a pervert or a fetishist. I just simply like Master!"
"If I can smell Master's body directly, I won't smell Master's phone. This is a matter of principle!"
Xue Jing's face suddenly looked like 'Old man on subway with cell phone.jpg'.
He stretched out his hand and dribbled the little girl's head twice like he was dribbling a basketball:
"You little brat, you are quite talkative despite your young age. You must have surfed the Internet a lot."
"Don't put your phone against your face. It looks clean, but it has never been washed or disinfected, so it's very dirty."
Zong Shichan smiled and was about to hug him: "Then I will just stick to Master!"
Xue Jing held her head, not letting her get close, and said calmly:
"Don't bother, call your grandfather and let him know you're safe."
"Okay..." Zong Shichan curled his lips, picked up the phone and opened the dialing interface.
I was about to enter the number, but my hand suddenly froze.
She said somewhat embarrassedly: "... I don't know grandpa's cell phone number."