Chapter Seventeen: The First of the Four Gods

  People have already been killed, is it still necessary to stop?!

  Zhang Feng never intended to stop in the first place!

  He picked up a person and flew away, then the gun body lifted up a tent, and suddenly turned!

  Bang!

  A powerful force formed a whirlpool, and the tent was blown directly onto his body, gathering around him like an extended gun barrel.

  The five people hiding in the tent let out a strange cry and jumped up, quickly retreating backwards.

  Zhang Feng's previous move had already been seen by these five people. Even a person with combat power close to 3,500 was no match for him. If they were to really fight, what would those with combat power over 1,000 be?

  Flames erupted on the gun body, igniting the tent.

  Zhang Feng's gun barrel moved like a fire snake, emitting a strange "woo woo" sound in the air as it swept across the five people.

  "Ah..."

  Five people were screaming and rolling on the ground, suffering from double injuries of heavy blows and flames, and stopped breathing in an instant.

  "Are you looking for death?!" A person finally rushed out of the innermost tent.

  This man's eyes were wide open, wearing a pair of combat boots with animal patterns all over them.

  Beast God Battle Armor, a battle armor with brutality as its main feature.

  This man was about forty years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. A scar extended from his left eye down to his chin, resembling a centipede crawling on his face. His upper body was bare, revealing muscles like those of a sculpture, and his expression was ferocious.

  As soon as he appeared, he let out a loud roar and his arms grew rapidly, transforming into two-meter-long, thick arms the size of thighs.

  Gene mutation!

  A power obtained through exchange with Alter, taking in a powerful force by transforming differently.

  Just this power of secondary variation can make combat strength reach three thousand eight hundred.

  Zhang Feng had seen Li Lao Shi's strength and also knew that Double Arms Variation was at the level of Second Mutation.

  His combat strength is three thousand eight hundred, this person can be considered a master.

  "Is that the Azure Dragon? Today, you will die here. What's the use of an alliance when a dagger is the strongest?" And this person was also relying on his second mutation to be full of confidence, sneering and swinging his arm towards Zhang Feng.

  Zhang Feng coldly smiled without speaking, his left foot fiercely stomped on the ground, causing the earth to tremble and shake.

  One point five times the power is transmitted to the mutant.

  The mutant's body flickered, and he burst out laughing: "Qing Long, is this all you've got? You think a 1.5 times increase in power can hurt me? Then you'll die here today!"

  The mutant's maniacal laughter stopped abruptly as he saw a cobalt blue long spear approaching at supersonic speed.

  The gun muzzle expanded before his eyes and instantly pierced into his body.

  Skill - Rapid Strike!

  This bullet entered from the mutant's chest and went through his body without losing any momentum.

  The coarse and large gun muzzle will directly cut the mutant into countless pieces.

  Zhang Feng stood with his gun behind a piece of flesh and blood, advancing forward expressionlessly.

  In the bayonet camp, several people rushed out of the tent and happened to see the scene of the variant being torn apart, and suddenly boiled over.

  "This can't be!"

  "Wang Li is dead! How can this be!"

  "It's all over, it's all over, Wang Li is dead."

  A few people came out to help, but when they saw this scene, they all retreated.

  Everyone came out of their tents except for the last one.

  Witnessing the Green Dragon's spear thrust killing the mutant in a bloody scene, everyone's heart was tightly clenched, and cold sweat rained down their bodies!

  A combat power of 4300, Wang Li is a top-notch player who can compete for the top four in the rankings.

  It's actually quite unbearable in front of Qing Long of the Covenant.

  He - just how much combat power does he have?

  Too powerful!

  "Young man, don't be in such a hurry to kill, you have no idea how vast the blade is." In the last tent, an old man walked out surrounded by four middle-aged men.

  The old man saw the corpses all over the ground, and his eyes shot out a fierce light as he shouted in a stern voice: "Qing Long, even if the dagger hurt your ally, you should stop now after killing so many people."

  Bang!

  Two slow runners were pierced by Zhang Feng's spear and thrown to one side.

  Zhang Feng didn't respond at all, and after killing the two men, he took another step forward, already closing in to within twenty meters of the old man and the others.

  "You dare to kill!" The old man shouted loudly: "Qing Long, you really are looking for death! Behind me, these four people's combat power is all over 4,000, although they are not on the ranking list, that is because they are hiding their strength. If you want to die, try killing one of them, I will tear you into pieces!"

  Four masters with combat power over 4,000, the onlookers gasped in shock. No wonder Stabknife dared to say he wanted to dominate the camp, with these four people, they can absolutely compete with the top four masters on the combat power ranking list.

  If it weren't for the old man's personal admission that these four were not among the top, they would have really thought that these four were indeed the top four.

  The four people with knives were beyond everyone's expectations.

  But what shocked them even more was Qing Long...

  Boom!

  Shield Strike, slams one person's entire body into shattered bones.

  The whole audience was silent, with their eyes wide open in shock!

  The green dragon cannot defy the heavens and fundamentally ignores the old man's words.

  Four people with combat power over 4,000 standing there can't stop Qing Long!

  "Green Dragon, go die!" The old man behind him made his move, this person wore a suit of honor, the war knife cut out was a split wind slash.

  Triple Power.

  Four thousand combat power, absolute strength must be at least eight hundred kilograms to have such an evaluation.

  This knife came down with a force of 2,400 catties.

  And this person sneered at the corner of his mouth, naturally knowing that the power of this knife was close to three thousand catties, because of a special bloodline bonus.

  Boom!

  Zhang Feng sheathed his spear, switched to a sword, and with a swift motion, slashed out a three-zhang-long blade of light.

  Fierce Wind Slash clashes with Fierce Wind Slash, an absolute collision of brute force!

  Two three-foot-long sword lights intersected in mid-air like a pair of combat knives.

  Bang!

  Zhang Feng's knife light directly shattered the knife light of the person who had stabbed out with his dagger, cutting him in two.

  "What!" The old man's pupils suddenly constricted.

  He was clearly aware of the strength of this man's subordinates. Under a fierce attack, his subordinates actually lost!

  One sword kills instantly!

  "What?!"

  The crowd's eyes bulged out as they watched, a single knife killing someone with combat power of 4,000 in an instant. Just how high is Qing Long's combat power?

  Five thousand or six thousand!

  "Green Dragon, you're too arrogant, I'll take your life." A person behind the old man made a move.

  This person's full set of armor was actually the Accelerating Dark Moon Set, with speed increased to the limit. The long, blurred afterimages made it impossible to tell which one was the real body and which ones were illusions.

  Countless figures approached Zhang Feng from all sides and stabbed out with their swords at the same time.

  Zhang Feng coldly smiled, his shield fiercely striking the ground, a flame snake on the shield directly drilling into the earth.

  The next moment, within a radius of ten meters around Zhang Feng, flames burst out like tongues of fire.

  "Ah!"

  The person close to the dark moon suit only protected about fifty percent of his body, and the rest of his limbs were exposed to the flames and quickly burned by the fire.

  Withdraw!

  He retreated with confidence, and Zhang Feng definitely couldn't catch up.

  At this moment, a flame impact wave swept across all directions on Zhang Feng's body, and once again impacted the person.

  "Save me, save me."

  All the phantoms vanished at once, and a man entirely on fire cried out for help.

  "You're going to die too!" Zhang Feng switched back to the Worm Demon Gun, and with a five-foot long gun sweep, he cut his opponent in two. Fresh blood was also ignited by the flames in mid-air.

  Two moves, and two masters with combat strength of 4,000 were dead.

  The old man's face turned pale, never expecting Zhang Feng to be so powerful.

  Four of his subordinates died instantly in the great battle.

  The other two people's faces also looked very unsightly.

  Everyone who saw the battle was stunned and didn't dare to breathe. No one had ever thought that Qinglong would be so powerful, with a decisive move, every strike was fatal.

  Covenant!

  Don't mess with someone who has sworn an oath!

  This is everyone's consensus.

  Just because one person broke the alliance, Qing Long will destroy the assassin.

  Although the bayonet is cruel and deadly, the power of the alliance still shocks everyone!

  Especially with Qing Long's strength, it has already surpassed their understanding. It's likely that one person is enough to sweep the entire camp, and there's no need to use the other people in the alliance.

  "Enough, enough. Qing Long, let's sit down and talk this over, this time it was our fault, what compensation do you want?" The old man no longer acted tough, making an effort to soften his voice and lower his posture to make amends.

  He also saw that Qing Long was determined to destroy them. If they really fought on, using their trump cards, they would only end up with a miserable victory and suffer heavy losses.

  Bang!

  The old man's response was a spear from Zhang Feng, a long spear that struck down the stabbing men who were unable to dodge and fell dead.

  Up until now, no one has been able to withstand Zhang Feng's single blow.

  "Enough, enough! Qing Long, you're forcing us to perish together!" The old man shouted loudly, his face extremely ugly. This Qing Long was a madman and didn't plan on reconciling at all; he wanted to kill them all.

  "Are you worthy of perishing together with me?" Zhang Feng said: "Do you also have this qualification?"

  Two people fell down again.

  There were only seven people left in the dagger at this time.

  Four crouched behind an elderly man and two others with combat strength over 4,000, suddenly began to regret joining the bayonet.

  I joined earlier because there were high-ranking players here to dominate the camp, thinking that it could really unify the territory. Now it seems that the real high-ranking players are in the alliance, and they keep a low profile without causing trouble.

  But whoever provokes them will simply invite a god of death to come back!

  "Up." The old man waved his big hand and said, "You arrogant young man, today I'll fight you to the end."

  The last two with combat power over 4,000 joined forces.

  They knew that if they were caught, it would be death, and also knew that Qing Long wouldn't let them off, so they decided to make a joint effort and still had a glimmer of hope for victory.

  Two people made a move, and it was two Wind Slashing Cuts.

  Almost three thousand catties of force came down together, splitting the air with a mournful and piercing cry, causing people on all sides to involuntarily retreat.

  "Are you done?" Zhang Feng sneered: "Then you can all die together."

  Zhang Feng suddenly raised his hand, and the long spear shot out two spear flowers at the same time, pointing towards the knife light transformed by Lie Feng Jian.

  The flames and silver light on the gun body were dazzling, and the gun flower that was shot out was like a tsunami, pressing back the wind pressure that had been cut off.

  Blast Strike - Unleash threefold power to complete a consecutive triple strike.

  "Bang! Bang!"

  Two gun flowers bloomed on the blade's light, directly shattering it. The two people holding the knife let out strange and mournful cries as four arms grasping battle knives flew off their bodies.

  "You, you..." The old man stuttered, hardly daring to believe his eyes.

  The two of them combined forces would probably be enough to defeat even Zhang Feng, the number one on the ranking list. However, now facing a Dragon Alliance member, all four of them couldn't even withstand a single blow.

  The old man never thought that the force he considered invincible would collapse so quickly without leaving a single trace.

  "Is there anyone else? With just this few people, you dare to make a move on the alliance. It seems that the dagger is just a knife!" Zhang Feng's last shot did not go down, looking at the old man with a cold smile.

  The old man's face turned red as he looked at the corpses on the ground.

  His own strength was ruined like this, he hated the person in front of him to the extreme, his body trembling with rage: "Wu Dazhong, do you want to see me die before you come out?"

  Everyone, I'm afraid I can't guarantee both quality and speed at the same time for now. Book friends who are in a hurry, please wait a bit, hope you understand.

  Baihe Xiang, nice name. Hmm, but talent needs to be suppressed, it must be suppressed!

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