Peerless Martial Soul

Chapter 370: insult

With a cold face, Zhang De slowly walked towards him, said with a smile in his mouth: "I see how much strength you have to resist!"

He looked around and sneered: "This place is not bad, it looks like a bitter wind, and it must match your current mood."

"I wanted your body right here, so that you will always remember today."

With that, he was going to tear Han Yuer's clothes.

But at this moment, a very sharp screaming sound came from the air, and a short spear about one and a half meters long shot over and hit Zhang De's chest with a fierce vibe.

Zhang De frowned, swiped his left palm and knocked the short spear away, and his left palm was also numb.

He frowned. When he wanted to come, there should be only two people in this valley, Chen Feng and Han Yu'er. He didn't expect there to be others.

Wang Jingang and Bai Mo walked over slowly, and Bai Mo shouted in a deep voice, "Zhang De, let go of our senior sister."

"Who am I? It turns out that it is you two little bastards." Zhang De sneered: "Little **** has a lot of skills, dare to challenge me! Today, I will let you see and know, the real disciple of the inner sect It's great, and it also gives you a long memory."

He laughed wildly: "Remember, when you reincarnate in your next life, don't provoke opponents you can't afford to provoke you, so as not to die early."

With that, he hit out with a palm fiercely.

He saw that Bai Mo was holding a short spear in his hand and a dozen of them on his back, he knew that he had shot the short spear just now. Although the short spear didn't hurt him, it had already caused a certain threat to him, so he wanted to kill Baimu first.

But just when he came to Bai Mo and was about to bombard him out with a heavy palm, suddenly Wang Jingang stood up, and a huge shield suddenly appeared in his hand.

To say that it is a shield is actually better to say it is a piece of iron ore that has not been melted or beaten.

But this iron ore is really too big, as tall as one person, over one meter wide, and extremely heavy.

Wang Jingang is so powerful that he can use it easily.

He stood in front of Bai Mo, and Zhang De slapped heavily on the huge shield. He only felt that his hands were numb, the tiger's mouth was split, and half of his arm seemed to be unconscious.

And Wang Jingang was also beaten to vomit blood and backed up one after another, but after a few steps back, he yelled and stood firm again.

At this time, Bai Mo had retreated far away, and another short spear shot out.

This time, Zhang De's left arm was numb and unable to resist, he had to back down. But the short spear came so fast, he didn't have time to evade for a while, and was actually on the right side of his waist, giving a deep blood hole.

Next, Wang Jingang and Bai Mo cooperated with each other. They attacked and defended, shielding them horizontally, and continuously projecting their war spears, which caused Zhang De a lot of trouble and made several wounds on him.

When they saw it, they knew that they had practiced many times, and the coordination was very good.

This is also thanks to Chen Feng. Chen Feng not only gave them martial arts secrets and taught them these things. This huge shield was also forged by Chen Feng and his grandson, Wang Jingang.

The spear technique used by Bai Mo was accidentally obtained by Chen Feng.

As soon as he saw the blood, Zhang De's expression suddenly became more ferocious, and he sternly laughed: "Okay, two little bunnies can still hurt me. If I didn't kill you today, I'm really sorry."

As he said, he took a deep breath, his whole body swelled, and the huge momentum of the third floor of the Divine Gate realm suddenly burst out.

The palm of his only right hand turned into a bronze color, and it looked very heavy. He quickly swept to the front, shot out his right palm in succession, and blasted out five palms in a row, all blasting on the huge shield.

The huge shield made of a variety of rare ores was instantly torn apart, and Wang Jingang also roared sharply, spurting blood, and was directly beaten out and landed heavily on the ground without knowing his life or death.

Then Zhang De didn't stop, and quickly swept in front of Bai Mo.

Before Bai Mo had shot the short spear in his hand, Zhang De had already slapped Zhang De on his chest, vomiting blood and fell to the ground.

After all, he was the third-tier powerhouse in the Divine Sect Realm, not something they could resist. In a blink of an eye, Zhang De had already won.

But in fact, he was also quite shocked in his heart. He didn't expect that the few people who entered the first building from the gods could make him use his full strength, or even overload.

You know, although the slap technique just now was powerful, it actually caused a great burden on the body when he used it.

Looking at the three people who fell on the ground, he sneered, "Who else do you have this time?"

"Hmph, Chen Feng is not here, you are just a bunch of trash, you are not one of my enemies at all." Zhang De sneered disdainfully, then he walked up to Han Yu'er and held out her jade-like face. There was a lewd smile in his eyes.

"Well, little bitch, it's time for me to enjoy you now. Looking at you like this, you must have been enjoyed countless times by Chen Feng!"

Han Yue'er knew that she couldn't escape the bad luck today, and she had a look of despair on her face...

Zhang De especially liked her look at this time, with a torturous pleasure.

And just when Zhang De was about to get down, suddenly behind him, there was a cold shout: "Kiss thief, stop!"