Chapter 4455: chase
Leng Fan's breath was much weaker than Lingyuan Pavilion's main body, just an ordinary Primordial God.
However, in the eyes of everyone, Ning Qi's breath is just a more ordinary Holy Master, who is not a god, and a strong person who respects a **** will definitely catch it with his hands.
Therefore, Young Master Leng called Leng Fan to catch him alive, and the rest of the Primordial Gods were basically watching the excitement.
They are also very curious.
This time I came to Lingyuan Pavilion, the third son Leng didn't disclose the specifics to them, but the conversation between the third son Leng and the old Yu made everyone understand.
The Leng family's ability to stand proudly in the Primordial God Realm for so many years has a lot to do with the way of arithmetic. Usually, the enemy in the future is calculated first and then eliminated when the enemy is still weak.
In this way, Leng's family naturally went smoothly.
They are very curious now, such a saint master, is actually worthy of the third son Leng to be dispatched himself?
You must know that decades ago, the Leng family also eliminated an enemy, and that enemy’s cultivation base has reached the level of the seventh-order god, and the third son of Leng did not show up, but just sent an eighth-order **** to take action. .
"come on."
Leng Fan laughed and stretched out his hand to grab Ning Qi.
Ning Qi's backhand was a palm.
The aura that was tens of thousands times stronger than the same level surged out, and instantly flooded Leng Fan, the first-order god.
He was just like an ordinary person, approaching the sun, instantly melted by the heat of the sun.
But in an instant, it turned into a dry bone and fell off.
Ning Qi also took this opportunity to escape further.
Everyone was stunned.
"Leng Fan is dead?"
"Seems."
"Be killed by a holy lord?"
"It was a one-handed attack. I'm afraid that the strength of this holy master will be comparable to the second-order god?"
"The second-order **** is also difficult to kill Leng Fan with one move..."
The Lengjia powerhouses present looked at each other.
"It's no wonder that the third son has to come here specially, this guy's Holy Master can kill the first-order gods, and if he wants to grow up in the future, that has to be..."
Many people's eyes showed a touch of sorrow.
"Aren't you chasing it?"
The voice of Lord Leng made everyone react, and immediately led a group of monks to chase Ning Qi.
On the battleship, Yu Lao frowned slightly, and the third son Leng glanced at him and said, "Yu Lao, have you ever seen the existence of the Holy Lord in the realm of killing the **** before?"
"Never seen it."
Yu Lao thought about it carefully, and shook his head slightly, "No wonder he will calculate that this son is the future enemy of the Leng Family. Such a method and such a qualification are really difficult to deal with if they grow up."
At this point, Yu Lao's voice suddenly stopped.
There was a look of thinking in his eyes, and then he said with a weird expression: "San Gongzi, although the old man has never seen the existence of a **** who kills the **** in the realm of the holy lord, but the one who is fighting against the virtual **** is a life and death. The cultivation base of the Holy Master has killed the gods, and it is not an ordinary god..."
"You mean death?"
Leng Fan was stunned for a moment, and finally a panic flashed across the indifferent expression on his face. This was an automatic reaction after hearing the name.
The **** of death, this extremely fast-rising Primordial Supreme God, had some gaps with the Leng Family at the beginning. At that time, the Leng family had established itself proudly in the Primordial God Realm and was a top-notch family, but he was beaten by the death **** empty-handed. Later, a certain ancestor of the Leng family knelt down and begged for mercy and became his minister, so that he could get a trace of life.
That time, the Leng family was almost in desperate situation, and the disaster of exterminating the door had already reached its head, so he was so terrified of that person in his heart.
In the future, Leng's family also had the habit of relying on arithmetic to eliminate future enemies one by one. They didn't want to face such an embarrassing situation again.
"Does this one have any contact with that one?"
The look of Lord Leng could no longer calm down.
Old Yu immediately said: "Don't panic, this is just a little holy lord, it is impossible to have anything to do with that person. Even if it does, we have found him today. We will directly remove him and seal it up again to prevent this from spreading. Just go out."
"We personally went over to supervise the battle."
The third son Leng said immediately.
Countless battleships followed the group of Primordial Gods with an order.
Ning Qi's speed was already fast, but the Primordial Gods behind him were even faster. They were narrowing the distance between the two sides at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Boy, don't run anymore, you can't run out in our hands."
"Come on, let's talk about life, I want to know why you killed Leng Fan."
The few gods who were chasing in the front laughed while chasing them.
Their aura is much stronger than Leng Fan, even stronger than Pavilion Master Ling Yuan.
There were about five breaths left before they could completely catch up with Ning Qi.
Although they were laughing on the surface, they were also a little surprised.
Ning Qi's speed was too fast.
It's not like the speed of the Holy Master at all.
This kind of speed cannot be overstated as the Taikoo God!
Ning Qi burned his strength frantically, striving to go further, and when these Primordial Gods came after him, not only was he not afraid, but rather pleased.
The farther the opponent is from Ling Yuan Pavilion, the better, as long as he delays a few days, Ning Haotian can resurrect.
After a few breaths.
Ning Qi finally stopped. Around him, there were more than a dozen Primordial Venerable Gods. Some Primordial Venerable Gods with a cultivation base similar to Leng Fan stood relatively behind, obviously to prevent him from ending up like Leng Fan.
