Seymour was thrown by him and directly drew a high and far arc in mid-air, projecting towards the group of people rushing towards the end of the street.

There were killers and soldiers in the group, and those in the front row who had guns were ready to raise their guns. When they saw a big living person coming from the air, they were so frightened that they ran to both sides.

Even the leading monk and the woman in a blue cloth gown and blond hairpin couldn't help but step aside when they saw the momentum.

After Seymour fell to the ground, he slid forward a certain distance and knocked down four or five Qing soldiers.

By the time Arhat, Dian Mu and Chang Qiang Xiao Yang arrived at the ancestral hall, there was no one there.

Dian Mu saw an abnormal water wave in the river next to her. She held a sword in her hand and plunged into the river like a snake. The water was so deep that it only splashed a splash the size of a tea cup.

But when she looked in the river, the silt and sewage were billowing, and she couldn't see where the enemy had gone.

After a while, Dian Mu came out of the water and came ashore, taking a sip of saliva that smelled of water.

"If you can walk through the water with two people, this person will probably just run away using the mud at the bottom of the river as a path."

Xiao Yang had already changed the ammunition, tightened the handle of the revolver in his hand, and said: "I shot five times in a row, and he can still do something like this, he must be a master of second practice. Leading people running underwater must be

He was practicing qi. If he was hit by my gun, he didn’t lose any blood or strength directly. It should be training his skin."

Arhat listened to the words of the two of them and ordered everyone to search along the coast. He frowned again and glanced at the ancestral hall: "If your prediction is correct, the instructor will add a second-level master to fight two foreigners, but it is necessary to make such a big fuss.

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They looked back and were surprised to find that the foreigner who had been thrown so far and hit the ground had already gotten up unsteadily.

Seymour covered half of his face, with large pools of blood flowing out from between his fingers. His face landed directly on the ground, and it was so painful that he couldn't feel his nose, but the deepest emotion in his eyes was confusion.

"I...my face...you obviously don't understand this kind of power at all, how could you...I am the one chosen by God...My..."

Painful stimulation and failures that should not have appeared in my life have taken turns to attack the calmness brought by the cold air.

Confusion and humiliation alternated in his eyes, and panic replaced confidence.

After a long time, he could no longer suppress the heat in his eyes, and slowly knelt down, touching his head to the ground, and his shoulders twitched.

After Arhat and others approached, they looked at each other in astonishment.

This foreigner who had shocked them just now and made them feel unfathomable had no traces of serious injuries on his body. Why...
Chapter completed!