C57 Desperate Obstruction

The scene immediately fell into chaos. Within the Demon Heart Forest, a group of people was waiting to kill each other.

This battle was part of the suppression, Qing Xu and Zhou Lin had joined forces to fight the Psionic Flame Clan's men.

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master was sent flying with a single palm from Zhou Lin, and was then pierced by Qing Xin's sword, fortunately his cultivation was powerful, and he dodged it, his arm was struck by the sword, and when he turned his head back, he saw that out of the six disciples he had brought, other than Ling Hao, all of them were bleeding profusely.

The Azure Dragon Hall Master was panting like an ox as he looked at Zhou Lin Yuan.

"Are we really going to kill them all?"

It was due to the internal injuries he had suffered, causing him to feel a little weak.

Zhou Lin Yuan laughed coldly and said, "This is just a trap. All of you will die here today!"

Yang Linglong and the rest, along with the rest, had insufficient spirit energy to support it, but they were still persevering on with their lives. This kind of battle with a burden on them, made them completely exhausted, and it looked like they were going to be completely slaughtered.

Ling Hao's punch smashed into the man's head, just as Bai Qing was about to thank him, she realised he had rushed into the crowd again.

The Moro and the carp disciples did not understand why this young man had such a strange movement skill.

"Don't come over!" The yellow-clothed disciple's eyes were filled with fear. He sat on the ground, constantly regretting his actions.

The only reply he got was a cold feeling on his neck as warm blood flowed down his clothes.

Aside from the eight Psionic Flame Clan s, the disciples that the Moro and the Golden Carp Tribe brought gradually lessened. This strange scene made Qing Tu feel that something was wrong, she then focused on the white-clothed youth, only to see him holding onto a green longsword, bleeding profusely.

Who is he?

"Brother Zhou, kill that kid first. Otherwise, all of our tribesmen will be killed by him!" The green carp's voice was cold.

Zhou Lin Yuan looked at Ling Hao and nodded cautiously.

"What's your name?" How can Psionic Flame Clan have a genius like you? "

"Ling Hao."

"What? You're the one who crippled my son, Zhou Cheng?" Zhou Lin Yuan was flustered and exasperated, and immediately, his body leaned forward like a cheetah, as though he wanted to pounce forward and tear white-clothed youth apart.

This man was the one who crippled his son.

Even though they knew that leaving the lives of a group of eight to Ling Hao was truly shameless, they had no choice. There was not enough spirit energy for them, and they were already at the end of their wits.

Everyone shifted their gazes onto the white-clothed youth.

"You want to kill me? Let's see if you guys have the ability to do so. "

"Your son killed six of my Psionic Flame Clan disciples, I am only crippling him, do you think that's too much?" Ling Hao looked at Zhou Lin Yuan.

His own son was a heroic young man from the Moro, what the hell are you, Ling Hao?

"Who do you think your Psionic Flame Clan is? In the Gu Yue Empire, we are ranked fourth, and your Psionic Flame Clan is below us. May I ask who gave you the qualifications to cripple my son? "

"Don't you know that doing so will lead to the annihilation of your entire clan?"

The green carp looked at white-clothed youth with sympathy, it was overestimating itself, it looked like Ling Hao would not be able to escape death today.

The two Vermillion Bird Azure Dragon Hall Master s looked at Zhou Lin Yuan, and could feel him on the verge of his fury.

In their eyes, Ling Hao was only a second stage cultivator, it was too easy for Zhou Lin Yuan to kill him.

If the genius that the Psionic Flame Clan had met once in a thousand years were to die here today, they would not have the face to hand it over to the Palace Chief. Thinking of this, the two of them looked at each other with sadness in their eyes.

"Brother Azure Dragon, we can only do this."

"Mn, Psionic Flame Clan disciples, listen up! Everyone, come with me to stop these two. " The Azure Dragon Hall Master stood perfectly straight, his voice cold. He looked at Ling Hao and said: "Ling Hao, quickly leave. We'll stop the two of them."

"If one day you can leave this demon heart jungle, remember to avenge us if you have the strength!"

The two Hall Master s of the Vermillion Bird Clan sounded solemn and tragic. The two of them took out their weapons and rushed towards Zhou Lin Yuan. Even though there was a difference of one level between their cultivation level, they were like moths to a flame.

Yang Linglong smiled at the white-clothed youth. She knew that this would be the last time she would smile, and that there would be no future. She only hoped that in the future, he would be able to think of a Girl secretly liking him.