Chapter 215

"Dare to hurt my fellow junior, **** is looking for death!"

Without the slightest bit of pity, the big brother of the team screamed fiercely, and the steel hammer weapon in his hand slammed directly at Hong Ji.

The hammer weapon is half the size of an adult's head, is oval, and is covered with dense spikes.

The steel hammer danced with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, showing the tremendous strength contained in it.

If such a fierce blow were to hit an ordinary warrior, even if he didn't die, he would lose half his life.

"If you don't agree, you will kill you, you are very domineering!"

Hong Ji's eyes were sharp, but her heart was sneered again and again at this time.

I'm so overbearing, I think Hong Ji has never lost to anyone.

"If you want to be prestigious in front of me, you have chosen the wrong opponent"

Although Hong Ji wanted to keep a low profile, that didn't mean she needed to swallow her anger in front of provocations.

Hong Ji believes in the law of strength and advocates blood for blood and tooth for tooth.

"It was these people who coveted my sled cars first, and now I am a legitimate defense no matter what I do to them."

Hong Ji said with confidence in her heart.

"Cang Lang——!"

The red phoenix was out of its sheath, as fast as lightning.

The big brother leading the team only felt a foul light flashing in front of him, and the next second, he suddenly felt light in his hands.

He was puzzled and looked at his hand holding the hammer in shock, only to find that the end of his arm was already empty.

Looking at the ground, there was a **** broken hand holding a steel hammer.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! my hands!"

The severe cold of the extreme north paralyzed the human sensory nerves, which caused the severe pain of the severed hand of the leader of the team to be delayed!

The screams screamed again, causing a wave of restlessness in the metal corpse tide approaching not far away.

The metalized stiff body suddenly accelerated a little more.

"Ah! Big Brother!"

"Big Brother! How are you?"

"Bitch, how dare you go against my Jurong faction!"

"..."

Because the speed of Hong Ji's sword was too fast, when the group of disciples who claimed to be the Great Jung Sect reacted, the big brother of the Great Jung Sect had already been abolished.

For the first time, because they were not prepared, they thought that Hong Ji was just an ordinary martial artist, and Hong Ji made a sneak attack and hurt their fellow junior.

But the second time it was their big brother Han An who took the initiative to take the initiative. Coupled with the tyrannical strength of their elder brothers, the odds of winning should have been guaranteed.

But what made the Jurong Sect disciples never expected was that the big brother who was regarded as a **** would still be abandoned by Hongji.

"Who is this woman!"

"Doesn't he see that we are disciples of the Jurong Sect?"

The rest of the Jurong School disciples were shocked by Hong Ji's amazing strength and arrogance.

You know, the Julong Sect in the Northern Territory belongs to the top ranks of the Red Mountain Sword Sect, and the Julong Sect even surpasses the Red Mountain Sword Sect in terms of comprehensive strength.

With the common characteristics of all top schools, the disciples of the Jurong School are arrogant, domineering, and conceited.

Except for some disciples of the same sect in the arena, few people can be regarded by them.

Judging from Hong Ji's clothes, the disciples of the Jurong School should think that Hong Ji is just a casual cultivator.

Facing such casual cultivators, big disciples like them have a natural psychological advantage.

Accustomed to the respect and respect of the San Xiu martial artists, they suddenly met Hong Ji who didn't give their disciples a lot of face, and the San Xiu martial artists who didn't agree with each other but directly attacked them, the fright and anger in their hearts could be imagined.

Hong Ji listened to these people shouting that she was a disciple of the Jurong Sect, and her self-confident look Hong Ji was too familiar.

"Hey...how come these big disciples have a problem!"

Hong Ji looked at these Jurong Sect disciples helplessly.

"Special education is needed!"

The corners of Hong Ji's mouth raised slightly, and her heart couldn't help but feel bad.

"But then again, the disciples that the Julong Sect are looking for, all of them are so tall!"

Hong Ji looked at the Julong school disciples who had an average height of more than 1.9 meters, and couldn't help wondering; "Did these guys all take hormones?"

In a martial arts squad, one of the two disciples who were too physique and tall still said in the past, but at the moment, a dozen or so members of a squad of the Great Rong sect are all over 1.8 meters tall, and the headed master is even taller than It's two meters one.

Imagine a group of brawny men with tall horses, facing a weak-looking woman like Hong Ji, the leader of the team is still able to make a fierce move, which is enough to prove that this Jurong sect is by no means a kind of kindness in the weekdays.

The average height of this group of Jurong Sect disciples was different from ordinary people's average height and successfully attracted Hong Ji's attention.

Hong Ji always felt that the huge heights of people like them weren't born naturally, but were created through some kind of acquired means.

For a while, Hong Ji became very interested in the way the Giant Rong faction was able to manufacture little giants in batches.

If he Hong Ji can obtain this technique, wouldn't she also be able to create an army of little giants in the Red Mountain Fort.

Imagine how a group of giant soldiers with an average height of more than two meters, iron armor and giant hammers next to them will exert terrifying destructive power on the battlefield~lightnovelpub.net~Hong Ji’s philosophy of establishing an army has always been soldiers. Fine but not too much.

Reaping the greatest results with limited forces has always been Hong Ji's pursuit.

Thinking of this, Hong Ji looked at these Jurong Sect disciples with fiery eyes.

"Are there any mistakes! What's the matter with this woman's eyes!"

"How does the look feel like greed!"

The Jurong sect disciples thought with horror.

Don't look at the dozen or so disciples of their group, but facing Hong Ji's sharp gaze alone, he was faintly at a disadvantage.

Hong Ji was quietly virgin, except for the only two shots she had just made, she had been standing still on her sleigh like that.

But even so, Hong Ji still felt like a dormant fierce beast for the Jurong sect disciples.

"Who are you? If you can hurt me with a sword, you won't be an unknown person!"

The Great Master of the Great Rong School held the wound at the severed hand, and his forehead was covered with fine sweat from the severe pain.

He looked at Hong Ji with fear, and his underestimation just now made him lose his hand.

At this moment, facing Hong Ji, a woman of unknown origin, he no longer dared to underestimate the enemy, his eyes were full of anger and fear.

On the other hand, Hong Ji, faced with the question of the Great Jung Sect master brother, Hong Jie seemed to have not heard at all. At this time, his attention had already penetrated the body surface of these Great Jung Sect disciples, and penetrated into the internal veins and viscera. .

As the life detection radar gradually returned pieces of analysis information, Hong Ji's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"It can still be like this!"