210: C210 Horror

C210 Horror

The group was speechless.

Lingchen continued to speak with disdain.

"I just reminded them that it is their choice to stay."

The few of them were suddenly unable to say anything.

"You are Lingchen. I never thought that you would actually dare to attack us. Since that's the case, prepare to die."

Zhao Lian reacted and shouted loudly.

"Together with that woman, you will be buried with Lee Tian."

The few of them nodded at each other. Since Lingchen had come, this matter would definitely not be easily resolved, lest others think that their Zhao Family was so easy to bully.

"Since you've come, don't leave. Leave your life behind."

Someone spoke with an indifferent voice. With a wave of his hand, he shouted, "Attack!"

Crash.

A bunch of people rushed out with cold guns in their hands. They pointed their pitch-black guns at Lingchen and pulled the triggers without any hesitation.

Qilin Step.

Lingchen's scalp went numb. Just as the man finished speaking, his spiritual sense sensed danger, so he used the Qilin Step without any hesitation to leave the place.

More than a dozen men rushed out, their rifles and buckets full of bullets.

The bullets flew out.

Lingchen rolled over and hid behind a fake mountain. Only then did he not get hurt.

However, the men who had originally stayed behind in an attempt to take advantage of her didn't expect this scene to happen and were immediately turned into a sieve.

I told you.

Sometimes, if you take a wrong step, you will lose your life.

There was no pity, and there was no pity. When greed rose, there was only self-inflicted.

A clip of thirty rounds would soon be finished at the speed of an automatic rifle.

Taking this opportunity, Lingchen rushed out while stepping on the Qilin Step.

A man acted quickly. After changing the magazine, he pointed the gun at Lingchen, who was in the air. A ferocious smile appeared on his face. As long as they killed him, they would have countless riches and wealth in the future.

However, before he had a chance to open fire, Lingchen threw out a punch.

The tiger roared, and directly smashed his body into pieces.

The power of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator was comparable to that of a high-speed car, and no one could withstand it.

Fresh blood sprayed out and fell onto the bodies of the people around him. They were all stunned. Only then did they realize what had happened.

They would die.

Because they had rifles in their hands, these people thought that this was a simple task that could be easily completed. But now, hot blood was sprinkled on their faces, instantly waking them up.

This is not a game.2

The other side would really kill them.

In the blink of an eye, this group of people became flustered.

Lingchen took advantage of this moment to attack the ten people. He swept his leg out and those who were hit by the kick flew away as if they were hit by a car. Their bodies split open and they died in the air.

Someone wanted to shoot, but Lingchen punched across the air.

Whether it was a divine dragon or a crane, there would always be a type of animal that would rush over and kill its opponent.

As the several cultivators saw this, their hearts chilled. How could this person be so fierce and not even blink after killing so many people? Could it be that this person was one of those powerhouses that followed the path of killing?

Thinking of this, their hearts became even colder.

These kind of people are all f * cking ruthless.

Lingchen caught a rifle that he just changed into a magazine and casually raised it, breaking Zhao Lian's legs from afar.

"Ah!

Zhao Lian screamed as she looked at Lingchen in fear.

"Didn't you tell me to come? Now that I'm here, what can you do about it?" Lingchen asked with a smile, but his eyes flashed with a cold light.

In an instant.

Even the few cultivators panicked.

Motherf * cker, where did this monster come from?

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