Chen Xiu's physical strength was strong at this time, far exceeding the supremacy of true qi. When this sword was released, his own strength and the blessing of true qi, the sword energy was very sharp. The long sword started, and it flashed in a flash! Lao Hu was also a seventh-grade strongman. Although he was angry, he was only wary in his heart.

But he never thought that Chen Xiu's attack would be so sharp, and it was the weakest part of his "stormy waves".

I only felt a flash of sword light in front of me, and a sharp sword energy was coming to my face. Before the sword energy reached, my hair had been blown into pieces by the wind.

With his courage and his heart was broken, he put his hands back and hurriedly rushed towards his head, intending to block Chen Xiu's unparalleled sword.

Only two "cracking" sounds were heard, and Chen Xiu's long sword passed by like the wind.

The first sound was that Lao Hu's arms were cut off. The second sound was that Lao Hu's head was broken from his body and rolled to the ground, just next to the head of the eagle whose neck had been torn by Chen Xiu.

Kill with one move! Chen Xiu was a little disbelief because he had not tried his best to do his best in this move. Is the opponent too weak or he became too strong?

"Old Hu!"

Among the remaining two, Yang Jian and Lao Hu had the deepest friendship. When they saw that they could not catch a single move, they fell to the ground and were shocked to pounce on him.

An iron spear crossed his body, but it was Lao Jia.

"What are you doing? Don't stop me from avenging Lao Hu!"

Yang Jian roared angrily.

"I'll tell you a little bit of yarn. We're not his opponents! Hit the arrow and let Old Ancestor Wu Tingfang come over!"

Lao Jia looked vulgar but was thick and thin.

"Ah, right!"

He reminded Yang Jian and Chen Xiu that he was going to kill three people and caught them off guard, so as not to attract old perverts. He just cut off a seventh-grade master with one move, and had never come out of surprise.

"Wuji Slash!"

Chen Xiu took the lead, and the sword was used as a sword to slash at Lao Jia, Yang Jian and the others in half.

The terrifying physical strength combined with the true energy emits terrifying explosive power! This time, the Wuji Slash is different from the past. It used to pay attention to the skills and angles of exerting force.

Now it is still important to use the technique of exerting force. The angle is the most powerful explosive force of this move, which completely conceals its original temperament. From the perspective of Lao Jia and Yang Jian, this knife is so domineering! It is so domineering that the sword energy has not yet approached. The storm that has already shot like an arrow, making it hard for both of them to open their eyes! What a terrible knife! Yang Jian no longer cares about taking out the arrow from his waist and throwing it out. His body flashed, and he wanted to dodge the Wuji Slash with a strange body technique.

Its body movement seems to be floating, flashing, left, right, and makes people unable to capture his figure at all.

But... under the Wuji Sword Sword Aura, Yang Jian went left and right, and could not escape Chen Xiu's attack range. His body was floating, and it seemed useless; "What a domineering sword aura!"

Old Jia kicked the tail of the gun, and the gun head faced the Wuji Slash like raindrops. If he could choose, Old Jia would not resist Chen Xiu's slash, but he knew that Yang Jian could not avoid this slash.

If he doesn't take action, Yang Jian will definitely die under the sword.

He will not shed a drop of hypocritical tears when Yang Jian dies.

But... the fucking arrow was on him. He died, and the next one was himself.

"Bang!"

The blade slashed at the tip of the spear, and the hurricane emitted blows all the leaves around it and spreads out.

"puff!"

Chen Xiu's power was too domineering, so he couldn't even grasp his overlord gun. The tail of the gun hit his chest, and he didn't know how many pieces of his ribs were broken. He forced his true qi and the qi and blood immediately flowed backwards. Even his internal organs were injured, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Okay, come again!"

Chen Xiu immediately made a sword, and immediately followed one sword after another. One sword was more domineering than the other. The Overlord Spear barely caught two swords, and the blood in his body was no longer controlled, and his body was also stagnant.

"Yang Jian, why not fire the arrow!"

Old Jia knew that he was only one sword away from the God of Death. This sword was Chen Xiu's next sword. At this time, he could only use his last strength to shout this sentence.

Although Wu Tingfang can't save himself even if he comes here, at least he should be with him at this moment on the road to the underworld.

He is strong! But compared with Wu Tingfang, he is still a weakling! “Swish!”

The long sword in Chen Xiu's hand drew a sharp straight line, and directly divided Lao Jia into two halves.

Chen Xiu's sword was too fast. When he slashed over, it caused a layer of burning on his wound, sealing the wound, so that Lao Jia did not die immediately. At this time, he saw Yang Jian throwing an arrow and sending a blue lotus in the dark air.

"rinse!"

The burned wound spread, the internal organs and blood flowed all over the floor. Lao Jia died with a smile on his face, as if saying, Chen Xiu would come down to accompany him immediately.

"Old Jia, don't worry, go to death.

Old Ancestor Wu Tingfang will avenge you!”

Yang Jian shouted and ran towards the north.

His shout was not to make Lao Jia feel at ease, but to shock Chen Xiu with Wu Tingfang's name and make him have no time to chase him.

"Depend on!"

Chen Xiu cursed, and indeed he didn't chase him. Yang Jian was happy. As long as he ran one kilometer away, it would be safe.

He had just run out ten meters, with a smile on his face. A cold light flashed through the dark woods beside him. He saw the blood splashing from his neck, covered his throat, and had a question in his heart: "How could this happen?"

Then he died of energy.

A flying knife as thin as a cicada wing flew back to Chen Xiu's hand. It was the flying knife Chen Xiu had obtained from Ma Dong before.

When Chen Xiu killed Lao Jia, he had already used the crane control technique to control the flying knife and sneaked up with Yang Jian. However, he didn't expect that this guy could choose to escape as soon as he saw his companion die for him.

It gave him the opportunity to fire an arrow, and he ran another ten meters before cutting his neck.

As usual, kill people and seize treasures.

Chen Xiu had to plunder the bodies of the three people.

Thinking of Wu Tingfang's terribleness, he had no time to search for the corpse. He didn't even have time to wipe the blood on the flying knife and the sword. He turned around and was about to run away. He ran less than ten meters away. A voice in front of him sounded: "Qinglong, I smelled the strong smell of blood.

If the strong fall, we can have a meal!"

The sound was very sharp and very familiar, but Chen Xiu had no time to think about who the other party was.

Another voice was slightly hoarse, and he said disdainfully: "What I hate the most is drinking dead blood. I feel like a wild dog robbing the corpse!"

"Hehe... you can't let go of your dignity for thousands of years. I really don't know how you have lived for thousands of years.

Our zombies control our cultivation, and we can only increase our cultivation quickly through the blood of strange treasures and the strong.

If you don’t drink, I will drink!”
Chapter completed!