Chapter 8 Wang Xian

The moment he was pulled away, Jing Lun felt that things were out of control, and immediately attached an iron chain to force it to break it.However, the fist wind that broke through the wind interrupted her movements fiercely.

With a muffled groan, he took the boxer's heavy punch with his left hand, and immediately regretted it. His body, which was pulled forward, was directly repelled by his fist in the air, interrupting several trees and then falling to the edge of the cliff.

Cough cough cough... The white-haired girl who struggled to stand up was pulled by the iron chain and was not strong enough. She just pulled her right hand up. Obviously, her enemy wanted to humiliate her.

Looking at the two boxers emitting master-level aura coming out of the deep forest, Jing Lun's pupils shrank.

Although she has a master-level mercenary certificate, that is because the great sword she swung has terrifying lethality, comparable to the master-level.

But she had no sword in her hand now, and she was just a division level that had just advanced to the middle level. Jing Lun looked in the direction of the forest and looked at the zipper person who had not appeared and decided to take a gamble.

Just do it, Jing Lun rushed towards the big boxer on the left.

The slender legs jumped up and kicked towards the opponent's head. When the latter defended, the fist on the right came as expected. Jing Lun deliberately stretched out his right fist to make the appearance of blocking it.

Sure enough, she pulled her right hand away with a huge force, and was about to take a left hook from the big boxer on her right. She pulled her right hand along the force of the chain and rushed towards the zipper.

The big boxer on the right was startled and turned his fist into claws, but he only pulled off Jing Lun's cloak.

The tension of the chain was leaking, and the zipper person did not expect such a plan.But at this time, Jing Lun had already completed the accumulation of strength. He swung his slender waist in the air, and his left leg, as white as cream, slashed down.

Boom... It was like a roar of explosives, and a strong cloud of air burst out, and a snow-white figure flew out. The girl's face reflected a terrified expression. She fell to the ground and vomited blood, obviously suffering a lot of internal injuries.

The waves of air dissipated, and a man in black robe holding an iron chain slowly floated out, his dark green eyes full of jokes.

The desperate terrifying aura emitted from his body was king.

That is an insurmountable level that has transcended the mortals. With the physical body, you can step into the void and steadily occupy the advantageous area.

Many boxers slowly walked out of the forest, most of whom were at the same level as hers, and there were also many slaves among them, gradually surrounding the white-haired girl.

Faen, who was hiding in the Wolf King's corpse, only showed his eyes. He saw the familiar triple sword logo and narrowed his eyes slightly. He was the slave-catching team he saw when he left the city.

A boxer slowly walked to Jing Lun, who was vomiting blood, and picked up her long soft hair and lifted her up. Her delicate facial features were covered with painful blood, and her delicate mouth and nose kept spilling out blood.

Can you vent your anger with one blow against a king-level strong man?

The boxer was immediately impressed, but no matter how much he admired, the young master's orders still had to be executed. The boxer smiled lewdly and pinched Jing Lun's leather armor and tore it with brute force.

With a sting, Jing Lun's snow-white half of the ketone body was instantly exposed to everyone's eyes.

Yingying's snow-white waist, the newly grown little pigeon, the slender white shoulders, and the soft long white hair instantly made the slaves raise their birds to pay tribute.

The breeze blew across his delicate body and made Jing Lun, who was confused, wake up instantly, and kicked the boxer in front of him with his side.

The latter took the opportunity to retreat, looking straight at Jing Lun's naked breasts with his lewd eyes. The show had just begun.

Jing Lun, who woke up, hurriedly covered his chest with his hands, and his delicate facial features were covered with blood. It was not the blood that was spilled out of the injury, but the congestion of shame exposed to the sun.

For the first time, Faen saw a girl-like relationship on the face of this cold girl who was so proud that the world collapsed, but unfortunately, this might be the last time.

The iron chain that passed through the palm of his right hand suddenly pulled Jing Lun's body, and the perfectly defended breasts became less perfect.

The little bit of breast flesh exposed could make many slaves excited. At this time, Jing Lun, whose left hand covered his chest and his right hand was blocked, looked at the boxer who was gradually surrounding him, and his silver teeth trembled slightly.

Her father's instructions, family's last wishes, and tribe members' expectations flashed through her mind one by one. How could she fall here?

He bent his waist and took a slight step, kicking over a boxer who rushed over, his white and tender legs as white as lotus root burst out with amazing combat power, and his instant waving made it impossible for everyone to approach.

Repel a boxer again. The moment the old power had just faded, a huge force came from the iron chain and directly pulled the doll-like girl to stagger. The only person who could have this kind of vision was the king level that exceeded the level of everyone's strength.

Before he stood firm, facing the fist wind coming from the side, Jing Lun's bright brown eyes flashed with a flash of break.

He suddenly let go of his left hand that was always protecting his breasts, took the left step and grabbed the boxer's arm on his left hand, twisting his backhand.

With a click, the joints were broken, and the latter's scream like a pig was heard.

Since he had let go, there was nothing to hesitate. Jing Lun changed his defense and offense and showed his super suppression of his peers and even higher levels for the first time.

The boxers suddenly felt that they had no idea where to start, while the slaves who had nothing to do looked at Jing Lun's sweaty body and masturbating due to extreme sports. Some slaves even ejaculated directly as they watched the girl's wet breasts flying and sweating.

A whistle came, and the boxers changed their attacks together and surrounded Jing Lun and launched six-way attacks.

As the whistle came, there was also a huge force that could almost pull her to the ground. Seeing the fist wind coming, Jing Lun could only use his left hand to protect his head in desperation, but his delicate body, without any protection, suddenly became a sandbag of desire.

The slender waist and thin legs, flat belly and white shoulders were bombarded, and the moist breasts and the pussy wrapped in shorts were even more taken care of.

The heavy knee hit her pussy directly, and the doll-like girl was directly pushed away, but her footsteps just elbowed on the side of the ground and hit her left breast. The breasts, the size of a man's palm, could not provide any buffering at all. When her chest sank, the impact force hit her heart.

Jing Lun's eyes turned black and the blood supply was forcibly interrupted.

As the collarbone was penetrated directly, her hands were instantly weak. The most fatal thing was that someone hit her cervical spine with a knife. Although she didn't dizzy, she was still exhausted.

In the chaos, a boxer took the opportunity to pull her shorts and slid them hard, and pulled them off with the lace panties, leaving the girl's body nakedly exposed to the boxing wind.

When everyone finished fighting and dispersed, the petite girl was already staggering.

The snow-white ketone body was covered with purple scars, and the two round breasts were beaten red, and blood was oozing out of the vagina exposed in the breeze.

However, at this time, Jing Lun had no strength to cover up, and his legs were no longer able to support him. He knelt on the ground, breathing heavily, his hands were hanging on both sides, allowing everyone to invade her naked body with obscene eyes.

As soon as she loosened her body, she felt someone lifting her entire body off the ground with her armpit.

The breeze gently caressed her body, causing her to tremble slightly. Facing the lewd eyes of everyone, Jing Lun's face turned red and he hurriedly covered her naked skin with his hands, but obviously his slender little arms could only cover the main three points at most, and his naked body reflected a snow-white light under the sun.

The crowd split a little, and the man in black robe floated over and said, "Where is the Temple of War?"

Faen, who was pretending to be dead on the edge of the cliff, and Jing Lun, who was weak, opened his eyes wide at the same time.

The former shocked the white-haired girl was actually a member of the Temple of War, that is, the race of the God of War.

The latter was shocked by how the legend that was only circulated in the family could be known by outsiders....