Chapter 297 The world is suffering, and death may not be a bad thing

Brand's expression did not change at all. He controlled his body and moved forward directly. The blade that had originally pierced his body penetrated deeper, which also made it impossible for Ji to take out the blade quickly.

Without the slightest hesitation, Brand held onto Ji's body tightly. No matter how soft and inhuman his body was, he could not flow out of Brand's hands like water.

"Pfft."

Brand kept inserting the red-backed shrike into Thorn's body.

Once, twice, three times.

Hot blood continuously overflowed from Ji's body, bright red with a strong smell of blood.

"What did you just say?"

"Have you killed many Teigu users?"

"My attacks can't hit you?"

"Enjoy fighting?"

Brand's mocking words sounded like a ghost in Thorn's ears, one after another.

His previous madness seemed to be an act, but in the face of death, it turned into fear.

"It turns out that you are afraid!"

"And, as a Rakshasa ghost, your blood is actually red."

"So...where's your heart?"

"I'm very curious!"

There was no trace of madness on Ji's face, it was all fear. How ironic that the so-called strongest of the four Rakshasa ghosts actually looked like this.

He tried his best to push Brand away with both hands, including his body, which was also trying to escape, but to no avail.

Brand's martial arts skills are as good as or even stronger than his;

"Zhu Tian, come here, do you still want to keep watching?!"

"If I die, it won't be easy for you even if you go back."

Ji spoke loudly, with an anxious voice on his face, he didn't want to die, he really didn't want to die.

"boom!"

"Emperor Fist Temple·Hundred Split Fist"

A strong man in a tiger suit suddenly appeared from nowhere and punched Brand behind him.

The power of this punch made Brand, who was haunted by evil spirits, feel a shock in his face. However, the impact brought by the fist made him pierce the thorn again, and the red-backed shrike forcefully penetrated him. On the earth.

Suppressing the physical discomfort, Brand roared, placed his hands on top of the red-backed shrike, then rotated hard and tore outwards.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

"Stop, stop! I told you to stop!"

"Zhu Tian, save me, save me!"

"Crack!"

The intense pain filled Ji's face with a painful look, and he kept shouting that he hoped Zhu Tian would come to rescue him; but Zhu Tian seemed to be a little slow in reacting, although he was already ready to attack Brand.

But before he could do it, Thorn's waist was torn in two by Brand's red-backed shrike;

But sometimes it's not a good thing to be too strong physically. Just like now, the strong vitality caused Thorn's waist to be torn into two halves and he still remained conscious. He even tried to control the upper body and lower body to join together.

This series of actions all express his desire to survive.

but

"Did I give you permission to move? Don't you like killing people the most?"

"Repay the Rakshasa ghost? Are you such a coward as the Rakshasa ghost?"

"You're actually afraid of death! Can ghosts be afraid of death?"

"Go to hell you!"

"If your meeting with the king is delayed because of you, how can you be responsible?"

Brand directly kicked Ji's lower body away, looked at his desperate face, and mocked.

After saying that, he ignored Ji. He didn't pose any threat to him now; on the contrary, this big man should pay close attention to him.

"You want to fight too?"

Brand took out a comb from nowhere, and combed his slightly messy hairstyle with some divine dignity, and then looked at Ji's helper, another Rakshasa ghost - Zhu Tian.

"Order."

Zhu Tian said with a calm expression.

"You don't want to avenge him?"

Brand asked curiously.

"The world is suffering, and death may not be a bad thing."

"interesting."

After a few sentences of conversation, Brand was a little surprised. He actually felt that this man was a good person?

But regardless of whether it is true or not, those who are blocking him from going to Jiuxuan now are enemies!

Another physical battle.

Different from the assassination that Ji likes, Zhu Tian is best at open and close contests. Of course, he is not the owner of the Imperial Arms. Even though he also has a record of killing Imperial Arms users, it does not mean that he can compete with Brand. Comparable.

Even though Brand had lost a lot of physical strength before.

With the roar of punch after punch, Brand directly threw the weapon aside and engaged in physical combat with Zhu Tian; relying on his rich combat experience and powerful martial arts to compete with Zhu Tian

Although it seems that they are evenly matched, but if you look closely, Brand is completely holding back; perhaps he does not want to resolve the war so quickly; or perhaps he feels that the man in front of him is not that bad.

However, he did hold back; however, just because he held back did not mean that the other party would also hold back. Perhaps what Zhu Tian was thinking about now was how to redeem Brand's soul.

Time passes slowly, and both sides have consumed a lot of physical strength. There is no doubt that Brand has consumed more at the moment.

"Last resort."

Taking a deep breath, Brand waved his right hand, and the red-backed shrike returned to his hand again. He jumped up suddenly. He was about to say something coquettish to tell Zhu Tian that the battle was over, but he didn't open his mouth yet.

An extremely strong man who was taller than him and taller than the head of an airplane suddenly appeared, caught his attack with one hand, and then threw him directly into the distance with his weapon.

Before he could get up, he found several men who were the same as the one standing next to him.

They all wear costumes similar to those of the Central Empire soldiers, but they are more exquisite.

"The land of Jiuxuan does not allow anyone to fight."

"You need to come with us."

Brand and Zhu Tian had no idea of opening their mouths, and directly controlled them to rush towards the direction of Jiu Xuan; Brand had nothing to say, after all, he himself was going to Jiu Xuan, but Zhu Tian was unwilling, and even directly resist

However, the next moment

"boom!"

A violent blast hit Zhu Tian's abdomen. In an instant, his internal organs seemed to be overturned. Zhu Tian directly bent his body, the pain on his face was beyond words, and it hurt even Brand to see it.

"First warning, if you resist, you will be killed on the spot."

The cold words made Zhu Tian reluctantly open his eyes from the pain. The soldiers controlled him again. This time, he did not dare to resist at all.