The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 200 Bloodwashing Tianquan Mountain
"kill!"

As soon as Bai Choufei's killing sound fell, all the masters enlisted on Tianquan Mountain all rushed out.

He has made enough preparations for today, and now Su Mengzhen's confidantes have all come down the mountain again, and the entire Tianquan Mountain is his possession, murderous intentions are everywhere, swords, lights and swords are everywhere, and Huanglou has been surrounded.

The person who came, with a clear face and calm eyes, walked out of the snowy night with steady steps, who else could it be except Chen Zhuo.

The moment Chen Zhuo appeared and walked out, Ye Yunmie was the most straightforward, standing up and shouting sharply: "Who are you?"

Little Mosquito Xiang smiled stiffly and said, "He is the leader of the Shenzhou League you are looking for!"

No matter how hard he worked, he got up, "Haha, there is a way to heaven if you don't go, but there is no way to hell for you to come in."

It seems that the person in front of him is like the fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

Ye Yun's eyes glowed fiercely, and he was the first to punch, "Hey! Take your grandpa's punch!"

This man's fist was heavy and powerful, and the moment he lifted his fist and flew, the case in front of him exploded with a bang, the sound of wind and thunder was loud, a fist had already landed on Chen Zhuo's chest, and there was a dull and deafening "bang".

However, when this punch came out, the expressions of all the people present changed sharply, changing again and again.

But seeing Ye Yunmie lying in mid-air, there seemed to be a layer of ripples that were invisible to the naked eye under the powerful and heavy fist, like a stone entering the water, blocking the fist three feet away, making it difficult to enter at all.

"Innately supreme qi?"

Seeing this scene, Ren Lao was taken aback.

"No."

Ren Yuan took a deep breath, and his body shook violently.

"This is spiritual power!"

There used to be such a strange person in the world who didn't cultivate internal strength, but could pick peaches from a peach tree dozens of steps away with spiritual thoughts. Using thoughts as power was even more inconceivable than true energy internal strength.

Such a method is not uncommon. The "Sad Little Arrow" of Yuan Thirteen Limits involves this kind of strange power, and "Tianyi Layman" Xu Xiaoyi is also thinking about this kind of strange power.

But what is strange is that it is difficult for anyone in this world to reach such a world-shocking situation as Chen Zhuo.

"it is good!"

Ye Yunmie couldn't help showing a dignified expression. The moment his feet landed on the ground, he suddenly flew back, raised his breath and roared, stomped his feet, and immediately saw two clear footprints imprinted on the stone slab, sinking several inches.

"Look at the fist!"

Looking at Chen Zhuo who was dozens of steps away, his eyes were fierce, his whole body swelled with vigor, he strode forward to meet him, raised his right fist again, exerted all his strength, his fist was like a fire ignited, his flesh and blood were red, his feet were walking like tigers, Wherever it passed, it was like a mad dragon crossing the border, the stone slabs burst into the air one after another, and the whole yellow building shook three times, with an astonishing momentum.

This man is very aggressive.

But what greeted him was a punch without much fancy skills. Chen Zhuo didn't move his feet, he was simple and ordinary, he glanced at the other party with calm eyes, and punched him.

In the hustle and bustle everywhere, before everyone could see clearly, a figure flew upside down "crackling".

Ye Yunmie's feet flew into the air, his whole body was filled with the sound of bone cracks, his hands and feet swayed, and before he landed, he screamed "ah" with his eyes wide open, and then exploded in the air, as if he was stuffed between his chest and abdomen. Into the gunpowder, torn apart, dead without a whole body.

The killing sounds outside the building stopped abruptly, and needles could be heard inside the building.

Everyone looked at the burly figure standing firmly like a mountain, their hearts twitched and tightened, and their faces were full of tension.

Then look at Ye Yunmie's head rolling to the ground, eyes open, staring at death, several people looked at each other in shock.

One of the six masters who are famous all over the world is so vulnerable.

A hard-working smile froze on his face, the corners of his mouth twitched, and a few drops of blood splashed on his cheeks, but the two of them struck very quickly, they didn't strike at Chen Zhuo, but showed their murderous intent at Su Mengzhen.

The most urgent task at the moment is to completely eradicate Su Mengzhen, the old landlord, and it will be a matter of course for Bai Shoufei to become the new landlord.

"call out!"

A ray of finger strength shot out through the air.

Baichou raised his jaw and made a provocative move towards Chen Zhuo.

Chen Zhuo smiled lightly, indifferent to the finger strength.His eyes turned like lightning, and he looked at Ren Lao Ren Ren. He raised his index finger, and two snake-like gray lightnings swished out from his fingertips. Like arrows, they turned around under the shadow of the lamp and disappeared in a flash.

Seeing Su Mengzhen close at hand, with a smile in his eyes, he was about to make a move. Out of the corner of his eye, he was shocked to see a flash of thunder flashing in the sky. The murderous intent was approaching, and he retreated after the flash. People didn't dare to take it hard, they tossed and moved their feet, and shouted at the same time: "Don't do it yet!"

And in the wind and snow outside the building, dozens of figures flew in, wrapped in frost and snow, with a knife in one hand and a rattan token in the other, the light of the knife had already turned into a bright horse, and they were facing Chen Zhuo's face. Cut it down, fiercely and sharply.

Unexpectedly, Chen Zhuo raised his arms suddenly, rolled up his sleeves without turning his head, and the wind blew up on the flat ground.

The dozens of rattan swordsmen hadn't reacted yet, the swords and weapons in their hands shook together, and then broke free from control, and under the stunned gaze of everyone, they all rose into the sky, gathered in the air, and trembled endlessly.

Chen Zhuo's eyes were dim, and the red marks between his brows lit up. He reached out and grabbed a dozen steel knives, and immediately drew them into his hands one by one.

The thunder in his palm flickered, and the steel knives were distorted and deformed from the beginning to the end as soon as they touched the flesh, turning into a ball of molten iron at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Chen Zhuo pulled and rubbed his hands, and the molten iron reshaped it to reproduce the shape of a knife.

Wait until everyone takes a closer look.

The dozen or so steel knives had long since disappeared, leaving only one single knife, which rushed out of Chen Zhuo's hands with a "bass", and then shot into the air, trembling and shaking, then fell from the sky again, and fell back .

The tip of the knife whirled sharply, standing upright and not falling down, the whole body was pitch black, but the blade was surprisingly long, more than four feet long, with a wide body and thick ridges, the tip of the knife went straight up and slanted, and the sharp twist caused gusts of wind.

Chen Zhuo's clothes flapped and fluttered, and when he pressed the handle of the knife with his right hand and grasped it with five fingers, as soon as he touched it, everyone's scalp became numb for no reason, their faces were pale, their bodies felt uncomfortable, and the neck felt cold , as if his soul would fly away in the next second.

The single sword is huge, but it seems very suitable for a burly person like Chen Zhuo to hold it.

suddenly.

"Shh!"

A faint knife light suddenly flashed in front of everyone's eyes, almost swaying across the entire yellow building, bringing a burst of coldness like a sharp pain on the skin.

The dozen or so rattan swords were horrified, and hurriedly pulled out a short knife from behind the rattan shields. Just as they were about to parry, the people in front of them seemed to be in a dream, without substance, and quickly passed through the bodies of more than ten people like a phantom. .

As soon as the saber was retracted, Chen Zhuo had returned to the original place, as if he had never moved, standing with the saber in his hand, the blade pointing obliquely at the ground, a drop of dark red blood slid down the edge and splashed on the ground.

But the dozen or so rattan swordsmen stood in place one after another, their feet stabilized, and pillars of blood suddenly rushed out from their broken necks, pushing their heads into the air, the blood splashed like a roar, and instantly turned red Yellow House.

Chen Zhuo held the knife in his hand, flicked the blade lightly, and said lightly:
"Today I'm going to relax... I'm going to die!!!"

(End of this chapter)