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Chapter 229 Thousand Buddhas
Mu Dianke's heart rose to his throat, and he ran forward with his sword in his hand.Suddenly there was a shout, and the long knife in Jin Yanchen's hand shone brightly, like a raging water wave, or burning like a raging flame, tearing open a big gap in the night brightly.

White light flashed, and Qinglao's arms and head were already separated from his body.

The severed head and stump danced wildly. It was a fresh injury, but was burnt by the light of the knife until there was no trace of blood.

The sky is vast, and I am the only one.

The amazing arrow shot from the mulberry tree lost its luster against the backdrop of this knife.

Ming Lao's eyes widened, as if someone had pinched his neck, he screamed, "Fenglei Saber! Fenglei Saber!"

There are ten layers of the Jin family's knife technique, taking the image of nature, one layer of fallen stones, two layers of wood, three layers of gold and stones, four layers of buildings, five layers of high mountains, six layers of waterfalls, seven layers of flowing clouds, eight layers of rain, nine layers of wind and thunder, and ten layers of open doors. world.

The highest strength that Jin Yanchen has shown so far is the eighth floor "Poyun Saber".

Before Jin Zheyan passed away, he had only reached the eighth level, and that was an achievement that he could only achieve by practicing martial arts with peace of mind under a favorable environment.Why did Jin Yanchen cross that barrier so easily at such a young age?

Since the two brothers were valued by the elders of Fang Rong's family for their talents and used them for their own use, countless martial arts cheats were sent to them and they were allowed to practice.As for Jin's sword, Mu's sword, and Chang's internal skills, Fang Rong's family had no way of obtaining this kind of miraculous martial arts because of the scarcity of inheritance, but they never gave up peeping.

Qingming and Qingming have a detailed understanding of Jin Yanchen's martial arts. If Jin Yanchen's saber technique is still at the eighth level, he may be able to compete with one of them by joining hands with Qing and Lao.

But Jin Yanchen has already reached the ninth floor, so characters like them are by no means able to resist.

Halfway through the palm extension, it suddenly withdrew, not daring to move forward.

As soon as the obstacles from the two elders of Qingming were gone, Jin Yanchen got room to display his abilities, and quickly bent down and rushed down. In mid-air, his body reversed, and the blade dragged back, like flowing clouds and water, without any hindrance, he slashed at the wind and thunder. A big mulberry tree in the distance.

The strong air flow brought by the wind deflected the feathered arrow, and the arrowhead tilted slightly, and flew against Jin Yanchen's neck, whistling past, cutting off a large piece of bloody flesh.

In the end, he failed to complete the matching arrow through the throat.

Fenglei's saber energy went forward without hesitation, and he slashed at the big mulberry tree on the hillside.A gray-yellow figure rushed out before the canopy split open.

That was Xue Qing, the second child of Luoyang Bajun——"Shooting the Sun Arrow" Xue Qing!
When that arrow shot out, everyone thought of this name.It's a pity that this marksman, who has never missed a shot, suffered the first miss in his life.

Holding the long knife in his hand, Jin Yanchen turned and twirled in the air, bringing his slanted body upright, lunged forward, and swung the knife again.The fierce knife light was like a blazing sun, reflecting the red blood on his face, the ink danced, his face was cold, like Yama who was born out of the sky.

Xue Qing was hit on the back by the strong saber energy, and when his figure froze, he asked Qian Yu to catch up from behind, piercing through with his sword.

Mei Longxue held a golden ladle in her hand, and it fell from the sky, and smashed it viciously at Xue Qing's Tianling Gai.

Luoyang has eight handsome men, and another handsome man.

Seeing this situation, the last group of men in black, who were stubbornly resisting, rushed towards Jin Yanchen one after another, desperate to be pierced by the assassin of the Ming Palace as a last-ditch effort.

Ghostly and ghostly, the two flew to rescue them, and after only holding back for a moment, Jin Yanchen swung his knife and chopped down again.More than a dozen men in black, like a split water ladle, fell apart one by one to both sides.

One person was divided into two corpses, and not even a drop of blood was spilled, everyone was terrified.

Yao Qingmu stumbled and ran in the crowd, wondering if he was overly frightened, his eyes were dull, and he kept calling: "Xiaoyi" "Xiaoyi".

There were corpses and people everywhere. Yao Qingmu tripped and fell to the ground with a bruised nose and face. He got up and ran again.

When Jin Yanchen swung that knife, Yao Qingmu ran up behind him and called out in a mournful voice, "Xiaoyi".

He stretched out his hand tremblingly towards Jin Yanchen.

He stretched out his hand halfway, and a dagger suddenly appeared in his palm. Instead of being old and clumsy, he became extremely agile. He bent his elbow and raised his wrist, and stabbed at Jin Yanchen's back.

Mu Dianke's heart couldn't help shrinking violently: It's like this again!always like this!

Always when their hearts have just softened and they begin to believe that there is still warmth and love in this world, a knife is stabbed fiercely from the back.

Let their hearts bleed over and over again, scabs, and finally become extremely hard, and they will never be redeemed.

She thought, Jin Yanchen will never trust anyone again in his life, right?

Mu Dianke's eyes suddenly became extremely cold and stern, he rushed forward and slashed at Yao Qingmu's wrist.Yao Qingmu let out a miserable cry, and she chopped off the whole right palm bloody.

Mu Dianke hated him so much that before Yao Qingmu could react, he raised the sword in his left hand and stabbed it hard into Yao Qingmu's chest.

A sword pierced through the heart.

Yao Qingmu looked at Mu Dianke, a smile slowly appeared on his face, feeling relieved.

Mu Dianke stared at his extremely tired yet gratified smile, and was slightly taken aback. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a gray figure going back and forth, with both palms attacking Jin Yanchen's back.

The figure was on the left, her left sword was stuck in Yao Qingmu's chest, and her right sword couldn't return, so she had to block it with her body.

The palm that Lao Ming exerted with all his might landed on Mu Dianke's chest.

Blood rushed out of her mouth, and fell in bits and pieces, like the falling plum blossoms that were blown wildly by the wind the day she first entered Yunjiazhuang.

Mu Dian could only feel that his body was floating on a cloud, and his consciousness was withdrawn from his body bit by bit, without feeling any pain at all.

She clenched her teeth, and with the last bit of strength she raised, she raised her right hand, clenched the sword tightly and swiped in the air, cutting off Lao Ming's throat.

Exhausted, he fell limply to the grass.

Yao Qingmu looked at Mu Dianke who landed silently, and said, "I'm sorry." He turned his head and looked at the north, with tears in his eyes, and was delighted to be home: "Old master, Dingzhong finally dared to come to see you."

He leaned back straight and closed his eyes.

Chang Qianfo and the killers of Tianzi Palace stood in a row on the hillside, trying their best to resist the advance of Rong Yi's army.Suddenly, I heard loud screams from behind: "Girl!" "Kaqin!" "Little Lizi!"

Turning around, he happened to see Mu Dianke sliding down Jin Yanchen's back, his eyes cracked, and he shouted, "Dianke!"

With one kick flying out, he kicked away the black-clothed man who was attacking close to him, and turned around and ran away.

Fang Junhe's expression sank, and he plucked the strings with his ten fingers quickly. He was so chaotic that he could only see overlapping shadows. The sound of killing and cutting was loud.

Qian Yu also felt a severe pain in her heart, but she knew that it was useless to run back at this moment, so she quickly stepped forward to fill the gap left by Chang Qian Buddha, her eyes were red, and several people were injured in a jerk of her wrist.

Mei Longxue burst into tears, holding the golden dipper and throwing it down while crying, the master told her that no matter how sad things happened, she had to do everything possible to survive.Only those who are alive are qualified to grieve for others.

Mu Dianke was snatched up from the ground by Jin Yanchen and hugged him in his arms, his eyes gradually became dull, almost unable to open them.But he stretched out a thin white hand tremblingly into the void, trying to grab something, chanting loudly.

However, the strength is weak, and it is already indistinguishable.

While Jin Yanchen and Mu Dian could transfer internal energy to continue life, he put his ear to her mouth, his jaw trembling, choked up, and said: "Sier, what do you want? Tell me, I will find for you whatever you want." Come."

Mu Dianke opened his lips and said two words, but Jin Yanchen still didn't hear him, and leaned over to put his ears closer.

Mu Dian could recover from the initial chaotic numbness, his five viscera were in pain, his brows were wrinkled, and every time he uttered a word, his heart felt like a steel needle was being pricked, he still stubbornly yelled those two words that were repeated many times .

This time Jin Yanchen heard clearly, what she said was: "Thousand Buddhas...thousand Buddhas..."

(End of this chapter)