Chapter 68

A flash of sword light, a head flying.

"I hate being threatened." Long sword takes back, drip blood does not touch, purple Chen says coldly.

After that, he walked out of the valley. Muyi and others have recovered from 70% to 70% of their injuries before, and the rest need careful treatment.

Silent, silent, no one in the valley.

"What a bunch of idiots, who want to rely on others, are still so reasonable and threatening? How can such a person live to the present without any brain? " Miao Kong disdains the curling mouth, turns to leave.

"Ah, it's still soft hearted. How can such people kill one? They should kill all of them, and none of them will stay, so that they can have a long memory. If they have a next life, they should first grow their brains and don't be such an idiot." Zhang Haotian sighed and turned away.

However, his solemn words made people tremble with fear, thinking that this is the encounter of a evil star, not enough to kill one, but also to kill all.

"Let's follow elder martial brother Zichen. You lingwuzong people have no brains. In this case, we can't tell the situation clearly. I don't know who is strong and who is weak. I even use threats. "

"A group of brainless guys, how could we have listened to their words before and didn't help elder martial brother Zichen? Xu Yan is a lunatic at first sight. We should kill him."

"That's it. It's all their bad ideas!"

Other disciples also left the valley.

"Hum, a bunch of rubbish who act in accordance with the wind. You know what it means to be indistinguishable from the situation. Zichen has nothing in the sect. He has killed so many senior brother Chen Feng here. He will surely die this time. What can we do to flatter a dead man. If it is spread to elder martial brother Chen Feng, we will be punished. "

"That is, to let him open the way for us is to let his life, in the last period of time, emit a little light and heat."

"It's better not to go out with us. We should be more careful. When Zichen and others fight for each other's defeat, we will take the opportunity to kill them."

When the crowd left, some lingwuzong disciples murmured and finally followed.

……

Outside the valley, zhanwuzong's disciples line up in a row. In front of them, there is a bloody road made of human beings and fierce beasts. The blood flows into a river and is full of blood.

The purple Chen appears with everybody, pour is scared in the morning one jump.

"Zichen, it's you. Are you still alive?" In the morning, he exclaimed, "how can you not be eaten by the python?"

"Do you want to die if you eat it?" Zichen sneered, "it seems that you have been here all the time, must be watching on the top of the mountain?"

"You have a lot of life, but you will die today."

"You can't die until you've fought."

"Well, have you fought? Do you think you can break through our lines with just a few of you? I'll tell you, I'll take care of the town in the early morning, and I'll kill as many people as I can. " Morning disdain of the curl of the mouth, very confident.

Next to him were a group of murderous disciples. In contrast, Zichen, except Muyi and others, stood at the mouth of the valley far away, seeing that his original intention was not to fight at all, but to take advantage of Zichen's fight to make a hole.

"Look at those people behind you, rubbish like things. How can such people have combat effectiveness?" Scorn in the morning.

"They're not my people. I don't need help with you yet." A cold light flashed in Zichen's eyes, and said: "moreover, my purpose is not to break your defense line, but to kill all of you."

"I'm not ashamed." In the early morning, he said in a loud voice, "what do you say, younger martial brothers?"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The deafening shouts of killing rang out, very neat and loud, representing the determination to kill. They were all well-trained monks who came here for the purpose of killing. This is a conspiracy that has been calculated for decades.

"Ha ha, shouting loudly doesn't mean strong strength." Zichen sneered and turned to look at the next few people, asking: "there may be a fierce battle, perhaps a life and death war, are you ready?"

"Don't worry, Zichen, after the previous battle, we are already brothers. We don't need to be so polite when talking to brothers." Muyi said with a smile.

"That is, if we are lucky enough, we will have a good time after we go out." Liang Guang also said with a smile.

"Zichen, I can't beat you to kill the fierce beast, but you may not be better than me to kill." Lu Peng smiles indifferently, very free and easy.

"Well, I have nothing to do with them. One of them is going to fall." Zhang Haotian's cold way.

"I'll try my best." Miaokun shrugged.

After that, the other ten level Zhenqi disciples who were injured were also very free and easy. Among the 11 disciples of Xuanwu sect, only six were left and five were dead.

"I'm not afraid." Lin Xue and Su Mengyao are also anxious to state, Zichen said with a smile: "you are careful, don't pay attention to me too far."

"That's the last word." In the early hours of the morning, he flashed a killing machine in his eyes and said coldly, "then go to death, kill!""Kill!"

With a thunderous roar, many disciples of zhanwuzong rushed to the front, killing in torrent. The boundless Qi stirred up the spirit of heaven and earth around.

"Kill!"

Zichen, with a big drink, rushes forward to the front first, holding the black sword tightly in his hand. On his left and right sides, he follows Su Mengyao and Lin Xue, forming a triangle and stabbing them fiercely to the front.

"Poof!"

The black sword flashed by, and the streamer appeared. A blood thread flew by, and a head flew up.

"Boom

Thunder explodes, thunder refers to have already shot, with the power of terrible thunder and lightning.

"Kill!" Concerning life and death, Su Mengyao and Lin Xue are no longer hesitant. They play strong fighting skills, and the spirit snake dance and thousand magic palms appear one after another.

"Pa!"

The long whip, like a snake dancing, directly touched a Friar's throat.

"Shua!"

The snake dances and penetrates a disciple's heart in an instant. Today, Su Mengyao started to kill, which is a big and special killing. His moves are very fierce and vicious. The snake whip in his hand seemed to be alive. It was cold and vicious. With boundless killing intention, a monk fell down.

After a short fight, several died in Lin Xue's hands. With the thousand magic palms and the strength of eight layers of true Qi, Lin Xue can't be underestimated. Her beautiful face is a pure vase. The white clothes are floating and elegant. Thousands of palm prints are full of the world. The palmprint falls down and a monk falls down.

"Batian boxing! "

Zhang Haotian is as cold as ever. The strongest fighting skills of zhanwuzong appear. With the spirit of being a king, every time he hits, a disciple flies backwards.

Muyi and others, also under the cruel hand, the instant confrontation, killed several people.

This is a battle of life and death. To be kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself. Therefore, if you can strike once, you will never attack the second.

"Shua!" Lu Peng felt from his arms, and then sprinkled a bag of powder towards the front. In an instant, a diffuse aroma diffused out. The monk who first smelled the smell fell down.

Puff, puff, there are enough friars on the ground.

"Kill!"

Lu Peng did not know where to grab a long sword. In an instant, he made up a blow to the fallen friars. The light of the sword flashed by, and all the monks were silent.

The people headed by Zichen are all strong. Killing the same level is almost a second killing. But at the moment, there are too many people here. Some of them are dead. They are just like locusts. They are not afraid of death at all.

These friars were well-trained and did not fear death at all. Moreover, they were numerous, far beyond the expectations of Zichen and others.

In the valley, there are nearly 100 disciples of three schools gathered together. At the moment, they are all looking forward to the battle at the mouth of the valley, waiting for Zichen and others to open a gap, so that they can take the opportunity to escape.

"Ha ha, Zichen, you must die today. All of you must die."

In the early morning, he laughed and looked at the people waiting for opportunities in the valley. His eyes were full of disdain. He didn't take part in the battle because he was the commander, and now he doesn't have to play in the fight.

Ling Fei is in front of the morning, looking at the purple Chen in the crowd with Zhang Haotian full of resentment, thinking that even if they are dead, they also have to make up for a blow.

The battle was fierce, and the broken limbs and arms were flying around.

Every time Zichen took out his sword, one or several people fell down, and the endless blood splashed on him. He had already turned him into a bloody man. His killing intention was torrential, and his vigorous Qi and blood soared to the sky. Like a ten level fierce beast, he didn't defend at all, but killed directly in front of him. Where he passed, there was a blood path piled up with corpses.

"In the morning, die!"

Zichen's idea of killing is boundless. He points to the early morning. He knows the truth of catching the thief and catching the king first. At the moment, only by killing the early morning can the battle be calmed down.

After Zichen, Su Mengyao and Lin Xue closely follow each other, just like their left and right hands. They are tall, graceful, and extremely flexible. At this time, they are killing and killing. Their beautiful faces are full of frost, and there are many blood plums on their white clothes.

Led by Zichen, the three formed a sharp cone, which directly tore open the defense line of the disciples of zhanwuzong.

As for Muyi and others, this is the injured body. Although they can barely keep up at the moment, they are already hurt on top of the injury, but their hands are still fierce and cruel.

"Surround them." Calm command in the morning, Zichen killed a lot of people, but more of his people.

Many friars came forward again and went towards Zichen. They were so murderous that their swords flashed.

On the edge of the valley, the fighting was terrible.

"What the hell, these people are so stupid that they can't kill a way for half a day. Are we so many people waiting here?"

"That's right. Zichen was still so arrogant before, but now he is being counselled by the people who are fighting Wuzong."

They are lingwuzong's disciples. Although they are in the same sect, they don't want to see Zichen. Now they are standing behind the crowd and sneering.

"It's also death to go back. It's better to kill a way for us here, so that we can go back and make some contribution to lingwuzong.""That is, if you kill so many people as elder martial brother Chen Feng, he will not be able to live. At the last moment of his life, he will shine and send us out."

Many lingwuzong disciples talked about it in succession. It was obvious that Zichen's popularity was not good.

"The people of Lingwu sect are really rubbish. Elder martial brother Zichen is fighting hard in front of him. If you don't help, you can't even talk about it. How can you live in the world? Why don't you die in the head?"

Next to him, a big man couldn't help cursing.

"What do you mean?" Some lingwuzong disciples glared at the big man.

www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!