Chapter 667 Killing a Blood Path (1)
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Chapter 667 Kill a bloody road ([-])
"No! Wake up quickly!"
Jing Wuchen's eyes were bloodshot, and with a sudden force under his feet, he folded a few phantoms in mid-air due to his extremely fast speed, and rushed towards Xiao Yan, wanting to rescue him.
Jing Wuchen's heart-piercing roar warmed Xiao Yan's heart slightly, but Xiao Yan didn't stop his figure. He spun faster and faster, melting his whole figure into the tornado, sweeping and piercing into the tornado. In the pile of fighting emperors holding various weapons.
All of a sudden, swords snapped and swords broke, limbs flew across, the sounds of fierce fists and feet, the crisp sound of blades falling, the screams of screams, and the sound of spurting blood were endless.
The continuously stirred up dust filled this section of the mountain road, gradually blurring Jing Wuchen's vision.
The noise soon subsided, and Jing Wuchen stared blankly at a vague figure standing in the gradually dissipating dust.That figure stood there tall and straight like a javelin, and the long fluttering hair shocked Jing Wuchen's nerves.
Jing Wuchen was a little afraid to look at this godlike figure, for fear that the dust would clear away. This figure was either nailed to death with broken guns and knives all over his body, or he was seriously injured and showed his last smile before falling headlong. , no matter which one is not the result he wants to see.But apart from these two, he couldn't think of a third, because he felt that it was a luxury, and he couldn't imagine that among dozens of Dou Di's siege and dozens of sharp knives, who could survive? down.
Maybe there is, but Jing Wuchen has never seen it before, or he doesn't think Xiao Yan will be one of them, even if Xiao Yan's previous performance shocked him beyond words, because in his opinion, this guy from the Xiao clan After all, he is not the perverted genius of the Xiao clan in the legend.
But the battlefield is not a place where you can be distracted. Just when Jing Wuchen's mood was ups and downs, and he didn't know why he was so worried and sad for Xiao Yan, a huge sword bursting out of Senhan's killing intent was drawn in the air. A sharp sound of wind mercilessly fell towards Jing Wuchen's neck. It was a Doudi who was swept away by the edge of the tornado and was not too seriously injured. Get up and attack with a sword.
"what?"
Jing Wuchen didn't react until his messy hair was blown upright by the sword's fighting spirit, and his scalp was aching.Unfortunately, it was too late, his sharply narrowed pupils had already seen the shadow of death.
"Could it be destined to die with that guy surnamed Xiao?" Looking at the giant sword that kept enlarging in his pupils, Jing Wuchen sighed in his heart, closed his eyes tragically, and felt extremely unwilling, "Damn, you let me Can't I just kill that bastard Dan Ding and then kill me? Grandma!"
"Oh!"
Jing Wuchen, who closed his eyes and was waiting to die, heard an unexpected voice.
"This sound is a little different from what I imagined? And why is there no pain? Could it be that the sword is too fast, and the head no longer feels pain when it leaves the neck?"
Feeling that the neck was blown by the sword wind, Jing Wuchen's neck tightened unconsciously, but he was thinking in confusion, wondering why the sound didn't sound like a sword slashing his neck, but rather like a fist and a sword collided.
"You bastard! How dare you be distracted at this time?!"
A loud shout rang in Jing Wuchen's ears, waking Jing Wuchen up who was still doubting whether his soul had gone out of his body.
Jing Wuchen suddenly opened his eyes, saw Xiao Yan standing in front of him, his mind went blank, his usually flexible thinking couldn't turn around, and he pointed at Xiao Yan stupidly like a dream: "Are you still alive? Huh?" ? I'm not dead either?"
"Of course I'm still alive! I'm still alive, how could you die?"
Xiao Yan kicked the Dou Di who had lost his grip on the giant sword off the cliff with one kick, and punched out another Dou Di who was still tenaciously crawling over with a broken arm, and only slightly raised his brow like a knife. , "However, if you continue to stand like this stupidly, you will soon lose your life."
"what!"
After being reminded by Xiao Yan, Jing Wuchen suddenly came to his senses, and hurriedly drank in a deep voice, his eyes shot out a cold light like a blade, and the flying knife made a "swish", leaving only a few faint white marks in the air. Throw it at several fighting emperors who rushed up from below.
The flying knives flashed, and the several fighting emperors who rushed over had only time to subconsciously deflect, and were shot by the flying knives one by one.
Although the flying knives were not fatal, these Doudi were seriously injured, and their bodies were trembling slightly.
However, what annoyed Jing Wuchen was that the eyes of these fighting emperors were still so indifferent, and none of them was timid to fight. They only took two steps back to eliminate the impact of the flying knife, and then shook the flying knife from the body with a breath of fighting spirit, and continued to hold it high With a weapon, he rushed towards Jing Wuchen and Xiao Yan.
"Are you really not afraid of death?"
Jing Wuchen resumed his idle look, showing a faint smile wretchedly, turning his fingers in the void, and the throwing knife that was shaken out of the body by several Doudi immediately swept up from the ground as if being pulled by something, and flew rapidly in the air. Turning around, stabbing the backs of several Dou Di silently.
Such a strange flying knife fighting skill is difficult for a sane person to prevent, let alone these fighting emperors whose minds have been blinded by the heart of killing?The figures of several Dou Emperors rushing forward stopped abruptly, their eyes fixed on Jing Wuchen, and then they fell headlong.
Before the Doudi fell to the ground, the life-threatening flying knife flew back to Jing Wuchen's hands.
"What a powerful flying knife stunt!"
Xiao Yan took a long look at Long Yi who was forced to pull out the Thunder Spear in the middle of the break, and was still extremely brave. He felt relieved and gave Jing Wuchen a thumbs up.
"It's far worse than you."
Jing Wuchen had veins twitching on his forehead, and looked at the crowd below, who soon swarmed up again, without the slightest hint of joy on his face.
Flying knives were thrown from Jing Wuchen's hands again and again, and then turned around rapidly. Every back and forth meant the loss of a life; life and death.
"Fortunately, the surrounding mountain roads are very narrow, so you can't rush over a lot at one time. But when will this be the end? If you don't pay attention, you will be decapitated."
Jing Wuchen wiped off his sweat and said with palpitations.
"It's okay. You follow me closely, and if you pay attention, you won't be in danger of your life."
Xiao Yan wasn't worried about Jing Wuchen. When he felt the pressure, his fighting spirit became more and more intense, his eyes sparkled with excitement, and he turned his head and rushed to the front to open the way.
Under Xiao Yan's cover, the three kept rushing forward.
However, the speed of the crowd was too fast. It was so fast that Xiao Yan hadn't finished solving the problem, one batch after another came up, and the crescent moon mark on Xiao Yan's forehead was so red that it was clearly visible. Xiao Yan had no choice but to drink several bottles of Qingling Liquid to supplement his fighting spirit.
Jing Wuchen fired swords and swords between Xiao Yan and Long Yi, trying to reduce the pressure on Xiao Yan and Long Yi. He watched the continuous stream of fighting emperors rushing towards here, while flying. Dao said powerlessly to Xiao Yan: "These people are fucking crazy! Brother Xiao, it's impossible to keep fighting like this. If you don't fight to the death, I'm afraid you will die from exhaustion!"
Hearing Jing Wuchen's words, Xiao Yan twisted his left leg suddenly to drive his waist, and threw out his arm with all his strength, smashing the chest of a Dou Di who wanted to get close to him with a "pop", and flashed in front of Jing Wuchen.
"You're right. If we continue to entangle like this, we will only attract more people. We have to find a way to kill a bloody road and rush to the next section."
Feeling that the use of every part of the body is becoming more and more proficient, although Xiao Yan is still a little bit unfinished, he feels that Jing Wuchen's worry is right, after taking a deep breath, his mind is instantly settled: "Long Yi, don't love to fight, withdraw! "
Hearing Xiao Yan's order, Long Yi didn't hesitate at all. After breaking a Dou Di's ribs with a punch, he immediately turned around and joined Xiao Yan and Jing Wuchen with a lunge.
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(End of this chapter)
"No! Wake up quickly!"
Jing Wuchen's eyes were bloodshot, and with a sudden force under his feet, he folded a few phantoms in mid-air due to his extremely fast speed, and rushed towards Xiao Yan, wanting to rescue him.
Jing Wuchen's heart-piercing roar warmed Xiao Yan's heart slightly, but Xiao Yan didn't stop his figure. He spun faster and faster, melting his whole figure into the tornado, sweeping and piercing into the tornado. In the pile of fighting emperors holding various weapons.
All of a sudden, swords snapped and swords broke, limbs flew across, the sounds of fierce fists and feet, the crisp sound of blades falling, the screams of screams, and the sound of spurting blood were endless.
The continuously stirred up dust filled this section of the mountain road, gradually blurring Jing Wuchen's vision.
The noise soon subsided, and Jing Wuchen stared blankly at a vague figure standing in the gradually dissipating dust.That figure stood there tall and straight like a javelin, and the long fluttering hair shocked Jing Wuchen's nerves.
Jing Wuchen was a little afraid to look at this godlike figure, for fear that the dust would clear away. This figure was either nailed to death with broken guns and knives all over his body, or he was seriously injured and showed his last smile before falling headlong. , no matter which one is not the result he wants to see.But apart from these two, he couldn't think of a third, because he felt that it was a luxury, and he couldn't imagine that among dozens of Dou Di's siege and dozens of sharp knives, who could survive? down.
Maybe there is, but Jing Wuchen has never seen it before, or he doesn't think Xiao Yan will be one of them, even if Xiao Yan's previous performance shocked him beyond words, because in his opinion, this guy from the Xiao clan After all, he is not the perverted genius of the Xiao clan in the legend.
But the battlefield is not a place where you can be distracted. Just when Jing Wuchen's mood was ups and downs, and he didn't know why he was so worried and sad for Xiao Yan, a huge sword bursting out of Senhan's killing intent was drawn in the air. A sharp sound of wind mercilessly fell towards Jing Wuchen's neck. It was a Doudi who was swept away by the edge of the tornado and was not too seriously injured. Get up and attack with a sword.
"what?"
Jing Wuchen didn't react until his messy hair was blown upright by the sword's fighting spirit, and his scalp was aching.Unfortunately, it was too late, his sharply narrowed pupils had already seen the shadow of death.
"Could it be destined to die with that guy surnamed Xiao?" Looking at the giant sword that kept enlarging in his pupils, Jing Wuchen sighed in his heart, closed his eyes tragically, and felt extremely unwilling, "Damn, you let me Can't I just kill that bastard Dan Ding and then kill me? Grandma!"
"Oh!"
Jing Wuchen, who closed his eyes and was waiting to die, heard an unexpected voice.
"This sound is a little different from what I imagined? And why is there no pain? Could it be that the sword is too fast, and the head no longer feels pain when it leaves the neck?"
Feeling that the neck was blown by the sword wind, Jing Wuchen's neck tightened unconsciously, but he was thinking in confusion, wondering why the sound didn't sound like a sword slashing his neck, but rather like a fist and a sword collided.
"You bastard! How dare you be distracted at this time?!"
A loud shout rang in Jing Wuchen's ears, waking Jing Wuchen up who was still doubting whether his soul had gone out of his body.
Jing Wuchen suddenly opened his eyes, saw Xiao Yan standing in front of him, his mind went blank, his usually flexible thinking couldn't turn around, and he pointed at Xiao Yan stupidly like a dream: "Are you still alive? Huh?" ? I'm not dead either?"
"Of course I'm still alive! I'm still alive, how could you die?"
Xiao Yan kicked the Dou Di who had lost his grip on the giant sword off the cliff with one kick, and punched out another Dou Di who was still tenaciously crawling over with a broken arm, and only slightly raised his brow like a knife. , "However, if you continue to stand like this stupidly, you will soon lose your life."
"what!"
After being reminded by Xiao Yan, Jing Wuchen suddenly came to his senses, and hurriedly drank in a deep voice, his eyes shot out a cold light like a blade, and the flying knife made a "swish", leaving only a few faint white marks in the air. Throw it at several fighting emperors who rushed up from below.
The flying knives flashed, and the several fighting emperors who rushed over had only time to subconsciously deflect, and were shot by the flying knives one by one.
Although the flying knives were not fatal, these Doudi were seriously injured, and their bodies were trembling slightly.
However, what annoyed Jing Wuchen was that the eyes of these fighting emperors were still so indifferent, and none of them was timid to fight. They only took two steps back to eliminate the impact of the flying knife, and then shook the flying knife from the body with a breath of fighting spirit, and continued to hold it high With a weapon, he rushed towards Jing Wuchen and Xiao Yan.
"Are you really not afraid of death?"
Jing Wuchen resumed his idle look, showing a faint smile wretchedly, turning his fingers in the void, and the throwing knife that was shaken out of the body by several Doudi immediately swept up from the ground as if being pulled by something, and flew rapidly in the air. Turning around, stabbing the backs of several Dou Di silently.
Such a strange flying knife fighting skill is difficult for a sane person to prevent, let alone these fighting emperors whose minds have been blinded by the heart of killing?The figures of several Dou Emperors rushing forward stopped abruptly, their eyes fixed on Jing Wuchen, and then they fell headlong.
Before the Doudi fell to the ground, the life-threatening flying knife flew back to Jing Wuchen's hands.
"What a powerful flying knife stunt!"
Xiao Yan took a long look at Long Yi who was forced to pull out the Thunder Spear in the middle of the break, and was still extremely brave. He felt relieved and gave Jing Wuchen a thumbs up.
"It's far worse than you."
Jing Wuchen had veins twitching on his forehead, and looked at the crowd below, who soon swarmed up again, without the slightest hint of joy on his face.
Flying knives were thrown from Jing Wuchen's hands again and again, and then turned around rapidly. Every back and forth meant the loss of a life; life and death.
"Fortunately, the surrounding mountain roads are very narrow, so you can't rush over a lot at one time. But when will this be the end? If you don't pay attention, you will be decapitated."
Jing Wuchen wiped off his sweat and said with palpitations.
"It's okay. You follow me closely, and if you pay attention, you won't be in danger of your life."
Xiao Yan wasn't worried about Jing Wuchen. When he felt the pressure, his fighting spirit became more and more intense, his eyes sparkled with excitement, and he turned his head and rushed to the front to open the way.
Under Xiao Yan's cover, the three kept rushing forward.
However, the speed of the crowd was too fast. It was so fast that Xiao Yan hadn't finished solving the problem, one batch after another came up, and the crescent moon mark on Xiao Yan's forehead was so red that it was clearly visible. Xiao Yan had no choice but to drink several bottles of Qingling Liquid to supplement his fighting spirit.
Jing Wuchen fired swords and swords between Xiao Yan and Long Yi, trying to reduce the pressure on Xiao Yan and Long Yi. He watched the continuous stream of fighting emperors rushing towards here, while flying. Dao said powerlessly to Xiao Yan: "These people are fucking crazy! Brother Xiao, it's impossible to keep fighting like this. If you don't fight to the death, I'm afraid you will die from exhaustion!"
Hearing Jing Wuchen's words, Xiao Yan twisted his left leg suddenly to drive his waist, and threw out his arm with all his strength, smashing the chest of a Dou Di who wanted to get close to him with a "pop", and flashed in front of Jing Wuchen.
"You're right. If we continue to entangle like this, we will only attract more people. We have to find a way to kill a bloody road and rush to the next section."
Feeling that the use of every part of the body is becoming more and more proficient, although Xiao Yan is still a little bit unfinished, he feels that Jing Wuchen's worry is right, after taking a deep breath, his mind is instantly settled: "Long Yi, don't love to fight, withdraw! "
Hearing Xiao Yan's order, Long Yi didn't hesitate at all. After breaking a Dou Di's ribs with a punch, he immediately turned around and joined Xiao Yan and Jing Wuchen with a lunge.
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(End of this chapter)
