Golden bell?
The golden bell formed around Lin Qing was naturally the phenomenon of the Sevenfold Thirteen Guardian Golden Bell Shield.
To an ordinary person, Golden Bell Shield was naturally an extremely powerful defensive martial art.
However, it was different in Lin Qing's hands.
Golden Bell Cocoon could also be used to attack.
Boom!
In the Dragon Inn, there was a sudden sound like the rolling waves of the sea, and a huge tsunami suddenly slammed down!
This terrifying sound was caused by Lin Qing's actions.
Lin Qing, who had been extremely quiet, suddenly moved.
Moreover, his speed was also very fast.
As he moved quickly, the Golden Bell Cocoon that enveloped his body swept up the surrounding air, forming a terrifying storm.
At first glance, Lin Qing was still alone.
It was like a meteor falling from the sky, leaving behind a terrifying trail of flames.
He swept past everyone.
Terrifying!
It was too terrifying!
Whether it was the foreign monk or the Persian Ming disciple who was charging at Lin Qing.
They hadn't woken up from the thought of killing Lin Qing.
He felt his hair stand on end and his heart beat wildly.
What greeted his eyes was the scene of Lin Qing's arrogance.
Almost at the same time, an unstoppable violent force erupted.
Pu, pu, pu, pu!
Their bodies were like mud that would shatter with a single touch.
Even though the Golden Bell Cocoon came from the sky, it was still more than ten feet away from some monks.
The storm created by the Golden Bell Cocoon swept across the sky.
Many people couldn't help but lose their arms and legs.
Even the weapons in his hands were shattered into pieces.
It was too brutal!
There were a total of more than ten people who attacked, and all of them were martial arts experts who had stepped into the peerless threshold.
The martial arts he cultivated were not simple either.
The foreign monks of the Snow Mountain Great Wheel Temple practiced the Flaming Saber Technique that Jiu Mozhi had relied on to dominate the world, as well as the seventy-two ultimate techniques that Jiu Mozhi had obtained from the Shaolin Temple.
The two Wisdom Kings and the three messengers of the Ming Cult of Persia were on par with the foreign monks of the Bigwheel Temple.
Naturally, their strength was equal.
However, he did not expect that in just a few breaths, more than half of the martial arts experts would be turned into minced meat by this man in front of him!
No!
The other party did not even make a move.
He didn't fight at all!
He was just strolling past them.
Everyone who had survived the disaster was solemn. Lin Qing's strength had exceeded their imagination!
The Heart Precious Tree King and the Flowing Cloud Emissary were shocked.
The two of them were able to survive.
That was because Lin Qing's Golden Bell Cocoon was rushing toward them.
If it charged towards them, they would not be able to block it!
He definitely couldn't block it.
Even if the young man in front of him was not a martial arts grandmaster, he was at most a fine line away.
King Baoshu and Emissary Liuyun knew about this. The black-moled monk from the Snow Mountain Great Wheel Temple also knew about this because he was in the same direction as King Baoshu.
Everyone looked at each other. No one dared to take the lead.
They felt an inexplicable sense of danger. Whoever dared to make a move would die first!
"Right now, you still think that I'm just weak.
That's why I lied to you and said that I'm not interested in the jade-white beauty and the Sacred Fire Order martial arts?”
A playful smile appeared on Lin Qing's face.
"I wouldn't dare! We've offended you!"
"Your methods are superb, and we admire you greatly!”
The Precious-Tree King and the black-moled monk said humbly.
"Do you know your mistake?
You don't have to change it either!
Because you can all go to hell!"
Correct your mistakes?
Change the ball!
If Lin Qing's strength was really as the Ming Cult members had guessed, he would become extremely weak after killing An Shigeng.
Wouldn't he be killed by them?
Good heavens, now you're saying that you're wrong.
He just wanted to live.
How could there be such a good thing?
Lin Qing didn't have the mood to say any more nonsense.
The moment his killing intent rose in his heart, he stomped his foot!
Boom!
Accompanied by a thunderous roar.
His entire body shot out like a cannonball.
With a single step, he covered a distance of several zhang.
Those foreign monks and the experts of the Persian Ming Cult would never have thought that Lin Qing would immediately turn hostile.
The Driftcloud Emissary and the monks didn't even have time to scream.
He was sent flying like a cannonball. Blood splattered in the air.
With a series of crackling sounds of bones exploding, it turned into a bloody mist.
The black-moled monk and the Borealis King were the strongest and reacted the fastest.
Seeing that things were not looking good, he did not hesitate and jumped out of the window of the Dragon Inn.
Compared to the raging storm outside.
This young man was even more terrifying.
The storm could obscure their vision. This was also why the two of them thought that as long as they escaped into the storm, they would be able to survive.
"Not one less!"
As he spoke, Lin Qing's tone didn't falter.
The terrifying force caused the ground under his feet to rise and fall like huge waves.
His body soared above the " giant wave."
All the air in front of him was forcefully squeezed out by him.
The gate of the Dragon Inn also appeared in the storm outside.
The storm in the desert was too strong.
Even a top-notch expert might not be able to stand firm.
The sandstorm was so dense that it covered the sky.
It was impossible for him to find a direction even if he wanted to chase after the black-moled monk and the Unitary Precious Tree King.
However, Lin Qing, who was in the storm, suddenly closed his eyes.
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