Even An Shigeng had experienced countless massacres.
Facing such a brutal scene, he couldn't help but be stunned.
As for Lin Qing?
Since he had attacked, he had to kill him.
He did not stop.
His body shook, and a blazing blood aura soared into the sky.
His palms flew.
Suddenly, a lifelike and terrifying divine dragon roared out of Lin Qing's hands.
Lin Qing's palm strike not only shocked hundreds of miles from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
It also doubled the amplification of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art.
This palm strike was unimaginably heavy.
It was even more terrifying and unbelievable.
In the air, there was a terrifying sound like the wailing of ghosts and the howling of wolves, like a comet.
A huge tail flame that was more than a hundred feet long suddenly shot out!
Perhaps it was because he was too fierce.
At this moment, the sandstorm within a hundred miles was still. The Persian Ming Cult and the foreign monks of the Snow Mountain Great Wheel Temple in the inn were still.
It was as if everything was still.
No!
To be precise, it was a dynamic three-dimensional space that was compressed into a picture by this terrifying power.
This was a punch of Dimension Reduction.
"This punch!
This punch!
Is it really something I can block?”
An unprecedented sense of danger rose in An Shigeng's heart.
An emotion that he had never felt before rose in his heart.
That emotion was called despair.
An Shigeng was a fierce and ambitious man.
He would not surrender and wait for death.
Despite his fear, he once again used the Western Region Ice and Fire Technique, forming a terrifying wall of flames around him.
However, he had yet to come into contact with the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
The wall of flames formed by the ice and fire techniques of the Western Regions had already been torn apart by the waves of air it swept over.
Bang!
An Shigeng's body was hit by the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
In less than a breath's time, he had been sent flying dozens of feet away.
He fell to the ground like a puddle of mud and coughed up blood with pieces of internal organs.
He actually didn't die!
Lin Qing continued to walk forward." It doesn't matter. Believe it or not, I didn't come to the Dragon Inn for the White Jade Beauty, nor for the Sacred Fire Insignia."
If your subordinates didn't take the initiative to attack me, I would have been killed.
I might really be resting on the second floor of the Dragon Inn!”
As he spoke, his foot landed on An Shigeng's chest.
Bang!
An Shigeng's expression froze as his eyes became unfocused.
At the last moment.
He really felt that there was no deception in Lin Qing's words.
As such, the world before him turned completely dark with endless regret.
After settling everything, Lin Qing's gaze fell on Gold Jade again.""Lady Boss, please prepare a few good rooms for us?”
Lin Qing really just wanted to rest.
However, when his figure reached the corner between the first and second floors.
The foreign monks from the Persia Ming Cult and the Snow Mountain Great Wheel Temple charged at Lin Qing at the same time.
At the same time, a disdainful sneer floated in the air.
"The people who come to the Dragon Inn must be here for the white jade beauty and the Sacred Fire Insignia.
The reason why you said that was obviously because you killed An Shigeng and the others.
He had already overdrafted his potential.
Or rather, the secret technique just now had consumed too much of his physical body.
"You're saying this just to rest for a while and recover your strength to its peak.”
Eh!
Listening to the taunts and looking at the foreign monks and Persian followers who were charging at him, Lin Qing deeply felt the helplessness of not being in the martial world.
"I'm really merciful, but what can I do? What can I do?"
Was the Sacred Flame Order martial arts technique good?
Perhaps it was quite good.
However, no matter how good it was.
Could it be compared to his Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, and Indestructible Diamond Art?
Could there be Little Li Flying Dagger's inheritance above the white jade beauty?
However, Lin Qing also had long-distance killing techniques. Were the Four Symbols Shooting Sun Arrows weak?
What he said earlier was the truth, but no one believed him.
He really didn't know why there were so many self-righteous smart people in this world.
In order to obtain this Sacred Fire Order, the Persian Ming Cult had sent out all their experts this time.
Not only did they have the United Heart Treasure Tree King and the Bright Treasure Tree King, but they also had the three emissaries, Feng Yunyue.
The martial arts of the Ming Cult of Persia were known for their mysteriousness.
At this moment, the five of them attacked at the same time. Five sword lights rushed like lightning, tearing through the wind and stabbing at Lin Qing's forehead, neck, back, crotch, and front!
Now, it was as if a tightly sealed net of sword light had been woven around Lin Qing and enveloped him!
The Persian Ming Cult's sword light surged.
The Snow Mountain Great Wheel Temple had a feud with the Persia Ming Cult.
He sensed that the Persia Ming Cult might have obtained the Sacred Fire Order martial arts, so he came to stop them.
The strength of these foreign monks was naturally not simple.
"Die!"
The Bigwheel Temple monk with the mole on his face did not hesitate.
He immediately used the secret technique of the Bigwheel Temple, the Flaming Saber Technique.
The terrifying saber light covered the sky and covered the earth.
As the black-moled monk cast the Flaming Saber Technique, the other monks attacked at the same time.
They either used their palms, fists, or claws!
The palm wind was fierce!
His fist was like a bolt of lightning!
Its sharp claws were like hooks!
He charged at Lin Qing.
Logically speaking, facing such a suffocating attack, anyone would change their expression.
"Haha! Good timing!"
Lin Qing laughed at the sky.
A ball of golden light shot out of Lin Qing's mouth like a huge mushroom cloud.
It suddenly spread out like a cloud.
Waves of incredible power suddenly appeared, and terrifying airwaves spread in all directions.
A terrifying golden bell formed around Lin Qing.
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