Yang Lie's eyes were fierce and he was merciless when he fired his gun. He was going to kill him with one shot.

"It's not that easy to kill me!"

Bei Mingchang let out an angry roar, and a half-hazy shadow suddenly stepped out from him. This shadow was vague and uncertain, and it could be vaguely seen that it was a man whose appearance was seventy-eight times similar to him.

The man looked a bit younger than him, at most seventeen or eighteen years old, but the aura exuding from his body was as deep as the sea, with an aura that was innately capable of making people bow their heads.

The phantom man suddenly stretched out a palm and pressed it gently and deftly towards the stabbing gun.

"boom!"

Yang Lie felt as if the dragon blood gun was being pressed down by a huge mountain. The shockingly heavy pressure made it difficult for him to control it, and the dragon blood gun in his hand was about to jump and fly away!

"Give it to me, set it!"

At the critical moment, Yang Lie shouted loudly, and nine red light patterns appeared. His arm was suddenly superimposed with a hundred thousand jun power, and he held the Dragon Blood Spear forcefully.

Even so, the skin of his right arm also exploded with fine cracks, and blood oozed out!

"Hey, the nine-marked battle body? Nowadays, even the Star Clan members rarely practice this technique. I didn't expect that someone in the human race territory could master it. It's interesting." The phantom man said calmly.

Only then did everyone understand who was the real number one in this trial!

Yu Chuanhe's face turned red. Thinking of how hard he had been advocating for Gu Menghu, he wished he could dig a hole in the ground and crawl in. Compared with the young man in black, what is the realm of the Seven Marks?
Chapter completed!