The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 355 Heavenly Demon
kill!

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Once the formation was complete, earth-shattering shouts of killing arose from all directions.

Spears and shields attacked, swords and axes clashed, horses neighed and people roared, all showing a ferocious and evil appearance, like a pack of wolves howling, a pack of tigers roaring, waves of murderous aura sweeping across the boundless wilderness, it was the one who was gradually emerging. The morning sun seems to be a bit colder, making people's skin tremble.

Fu Jian stared at the place five feet in front of Qifu Guoren, smiled into the air with scorching eyes: "Don't worry, Your Excellency, as long as you are willing to surrender to me today, you will enjoy endless glory and wealth, otherwise, oh, you will definitely give up." You died under a knife."

Murong Chui was well-known in the north and was known as the "Northern Dominant Spear". He rarely met an opponent. He raised his cold eyes lightly and released his hand. The black spear in his hand was like a poisonous dragon emerging from the water. The tip of the spear went straight and turned into a beam of light like lightning. Like a sudden shadow.

The tip of the spear pointed at exactly where Chen Zhuo was.

"Ding!"

However, the fierce gunfire stopped abruptly.

Only in the surprised eyes of Fu Jian and even the fierce generals of all tribes, an index finger appeared silently, like a fish emerging from the water, emerging out of the void.

As soon as the index finger comes out, then the wrist, arm, right shoulder, and finally the entire body.

A big living person just appeared out of thin air.

Looking at the index finger on the tip of the gun, Murong Chui's eyes suddenly focused, he pressed and rubbed one arm, and the black gun in his hand kept spinning.

But the index finger never moved at all, not to mention any damage.

"Retreat!" Chen Zhuo said.

Murong Chui's cold and hard face suddenly turned fierce, he pulled back half a foot with his spear, raised his arms one by one, and instantly shook out black spear flowers, which were fierce and fierce, and the spear glow was like a black pear blossom with flying petals.

It's just that every time he fires a shot, that index finger always gets the upper hand and gets there first.

In the midst of lightning and flint, the two of them were attacking and defending. Murong Chui had already made 47 moves.

Until that index finger flicked...

"Ding!"

Murong Chui immediately raised his gun and stepped back a few feet. After landing on the ground, he slipped backwards. His expression was solemn and his face was as sinking as water.

"Ran Min?"

These two words came out of his mouth as if chewing.

"Murong Chui?" Chen Zhuo stretched his shoulders, his eyes flickered, and he looked at a drop of blood secreting from his fingertips. He rubbed it lightly, and a look of amusement flashed on his face, "Sure enough, everyone in the Murong family is all the same. Dude, I see undisguised ambition in your eyes; well, compared to Murong Fu, you live up to your reputation and have some abilities..."

As he spoke, he suddenly patted his forehead and said with a smile: "Ah, I seem to have forgotten it."

Murong Chui narrowed his eyes and concentrated, and the breath in his mouth and nose turned into a wisp of white frost. The muscles and bones of the right hand holding the gun were exposed, and the joints turned white. Then he asked in a deep voice: "Who is Murong Fu?"

Chen Zhuo laughed and tightened his left hand.

His left hand was pressing on the top of Qifu Guoren's head, and now he was turning his wrist to exert force. A big head had been taken off, and the neck was cut strangely even, as if it had been cut with a knife.

"you guess!"

After saying that, Chen Zhuo looked at Fu Jian, looking at this heroic leader who had almost stepped into China and taken control of the Central Plains.

"pity!"

"pity!"

Almost at the same time, a word of regret came out of their mouths.

"What are you regretting?" Chen Zhuo asked.

Fu Jian said with emotion: "It's a pity that you are Ran Min, otherwise I wouldn't be able to drink and chat with you, share in your feats, and conquer a kingdom."

After he finished speaking, he asked curiously: "What are you regretting?"

Chen Zhuo played with his head in his hand and said with a faint smile: "It's a pity that you are a foreigner, otherwise I might have allowed you to be the master of this world. What's even more pity is that although you are extraordinary, due to fate, you can be the master of one party, but He is destined not to win the country."

He glanced at the group of Hu warriors beside Fu Jian. These people were showing off their splendor and aura, but with just a slight movement of their thoughts, Chen Zhuo could already see their different thoughts.

But raising tigers is a recipe for disaster.

Not to mention anything else, plus the Qifu Guoren he just killed, Murong Chui and Yao Chang of the Qiang tribe, these people will all be the masters of a country in the future, heroes who want to dominate the world.

Fu Jian disagreed and smiled strangely: "So the famous Ran Min actually believes in luck?"

Chen Zhuo shook his head: "You are wrong. It's not that I believe in luck, but that it exists precisely because I believe in it."

Fu Jian frowned when he heard this, and felt that the King Wu Dao in front of him was a little different from the rumors.

But now that the situation has been decided, he will naturally not dissatisfy the Hu tribe for the sake of Ran Min. He smiled and said: "I now have a strong army and a strong army, how do you think I can lose?"

After Fu Jian said this, he led the generals to retreat, and at the same time he was giving orders: "Kill him, I will sacrifice him to the flag to strengthen the morale of the army!"

I've run out of words.

In a matter of seconds, the tens of thousands of elite soldiers who were eyeing him with eagerness had already drawn their bows and set arrows, all pointing at Chen Zhuo. They shone coldly in the morning light, flickering on and off, making people shudder.

Seeing Fu Jian retreating far away, the soldiers couldn't help but say something, their bowstrings vibrated slightly, and their arrows were fired.

A rain of arrows was like locusts all over the sky, covering up the clouds and the sun, heading towards Chen Zhuo's overwhelming cover.

Chen Zhuo smiled. He was about to take action, but suddenly he seemed to think of something. He lowered his hand that was raised in the air again, calmed down his murderous intention, glanced at Fu Jian and others, and calmly walked towards the outside of the arrow formation. Go.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the rain of arrows that seemed impenetrable, all-pervasive, and had no way out actually found its way out as Chen Zhuo walked around.

At first glance, it seems that thousands of arrows are flinching, and they always pass by Chen Zhuo. They look very dangerous, but they walk as if they are strolling in the courtyard, which is very evil.

Not only the arrows, but the soldiers holding shields and swords came to attack them without fear of death. However, they saw that there were clearly many people and they were advancing one after another. However, no matter how many swords, lights, guns and shadows came one after another, they could never touch Chen. A clumsy piece of clothing.

Chen Zhuo, however, would not be merciful. With a flip of his sword, the sword energy spread horizontally, and wisps of blood arrows shot up into the sky, turning into blood mist that filled the sky, killing people like pulling weeds.

The siege of the dragnet was actually broken just like that.

"How can it be so easy to leave?"

Murong Chui looked at Chen Zhuo's back, suddenly waved, took a powerful bow from his deputy, stretched out his hand and pulled out a blue-black iron arrow, and the silent arrow pointed at his heart.

Seeing the right opportunity, Murong Chui's narrowed eyes suddenly widened when he saw Chen Zhuo going on a killing spree, his murderous intention revealed, and the iron arrow in his hand followed the trend and turned into a wisp of black light, piercing the air.

"Go!"

The shadow of the arrow must be in Chen Zhuo's mind.

"General Murong is good at archery!"

"it is good!"

"Magic skill!"

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When the generals saw this, their spirits were greatly lifted and they cheered one after another.

But Chen Zhuo's pace became even faster. As if he was injured and escaped, blood could be seen oozing from his back.

General Yao Chang and others saw this and took advantage of the victory to pursue them.

In an instant, several sharp and swift figures leaped out, holding spears, swords and hammers.

It only said that after a fierce fight, there was only a pool of blood on the ground, and outside the camp, a body disappeared like a ghost.

"Chase!" Yao Chang suggested with fierce ferocity.

"No need, that arrow is poisonous. Even if he doesn't die, he will only have half his life left." Murong Chui smiled coldly and turned to look at Fu Jian. "My lord, the top priority is to send troops south and seize the opportunity to secure the tripod." The Central Plains, otherwise there will be changes!" Fu Jian did not doubt that he was there, but he took a deep look at the direction in which Chen Zhuo was escaping, nodded heavily and said in a deep voice: "Send the order, the army will set off!"

a long time.

On a distant mountain on the horizon, Chen Zhuo turned around and looked at the mighty army approaching Feishui, with no expression on his face.

He stretched out his hand and spread it out, and the arrow on his back immediately exited his flesh and landed between his fingers.

Glancing at the cluster of arrows glowing with blue light, Chen Zhuo played with the arrows while opening his mouth and spitting out a wisp of poisonous blood from his mouthpiece. At the same time, he reached out to wipe away the traces on his cloak, and his expression gradually became weird.

Then, he crushed the arrow into ashes and turned around to leave.

With Zhu Faqing in front of him, Chen Zhuo concluded that the man in the dark must be looking for masters in the world now, hoping to add fuel to the flames. Especially for someone like Ran Min, who is the most powerful demon sect in the world, how could he miss it?

What's more, Ran Min has been dead for many years, and it is abnormal to reappear in the world. If that person is really coming for him, he will definitely come to find out.

But if the news that he was wounded and escaped now spreads, that person will definitely be unable to hold back.

It depends on whether you bite the hook or not! !

three days later.

By the bank of Feishui, Xie Xuan, a ninth-grade master and master of swordsmanship in the world, rushed over with hundreds of thousands of Beifu troops.

The two sides faced each other across the river, and the war was about to break out.

And that "demon market" unexpectedly disappeared out of thin air, and even the Jianghu people who broke into it disappeared together...

...

The river is surging and the waves are rolling.

"Cough cough..."

The riverbank, which was originally deserted and silent, suddenly heard a rapid and violent cough coming from far and near.

Chen Zhuo's face was pale and sickly, his eyes were blue, his cheeks were black, his undulating chest was trembling like a twitching bellows, his steps were frivolous, and blood was oozing out of his body.

He looked like a person who had today but no tomorrow, was terminally ill and could die at any time.

Seriously injured and on the verge of death, the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry.

But that's just a look.

In fact, Chen Zhuo had tried his best to make himself miserable.

These days, he pretended to be seriously injured and fled, all the way south, pretending to be dead eight times, and almost letting wild beasts pick him up several times.

However, the man in the dark never made any move.

Chen Zhuo really didn't have much patience left. He kept walking and stopping all the way, and before he knew it, he was almost at Jiankang.

Compared with the bleak scene of the plain covered with bones in the north, the Wei and Jin Dynasties were still popular in the south.

On the river, several luxurious ships were seen sailing on the river from time to time. It was unknown whether the young master or the young lady of a well-known family went out to enjoy the scenery. There were faint sounds of laughter, the sound of piano, and the sound of singing in tune.

Chen Zhuo stood by the river, looking at the blue waves of the river that went straight into the mountains. He coughed lightly and was thinking about whether he should advance or retreat.

He acted like this because after learning the "Secret of the Immortal Sect", he was eager to know the reason.

For some reason, Chen Zhuo had a feeling that there must be a huge secret hidden in this.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Xiao Qing, give that person a cup of the extra sugar water."

Amidst the coughing, I heard a soft voice drifting in the river breeze.

But he saw a large ship docking, and on the bow of the ship, a lady stood beside the railing, watching him calmly.

The woman looked about thirty, with fine lines at the corners of her eyes. She seemed to be no longer young and her face was old, but her demeanor was dignified and elegant. She was dressed in a green skirt, with a wooden hairpin holding her hair up, and there was a twirled finger between her green onion-like fingers. A brush dripping with ink, giving off a ladylike demeanor.

Looking at the boat again, a big word "thank you" made the owner of the boat ready to speak. There were also several guards guarding both sides, looking at Chen Zhuo very warily.

A maid in green clothes came down from the boat holding a bowl of sugar water. When she cautiously walked up to Chen Zhuo, she was sweating profusely and panting: "Drink...drink."

It took a long time to spit out these two words.

Chen Zhuo was very interested. Listening to the music and the chanting of poems and singing on the boat, he did not refuse. He picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp, and asked: "May I ask who your young lady is?"

The little girl put away the bowl, raised her chin with some arrogance when she heard this, and said coquettishly: "You don't even know who my lady is? Listen up, my lady is the most powerful talented woman in the world, and so is Xie Daoyun of the Xie family. !”

"Thank you Daoyun? You are so powerful."

Chen Zhuo wiped his mouth and echoed the maid's arrogant words with a smile.

The little girl's chin tilted up even higher, and she said, "That's natural. The Xie family has many outstanding people. My master, Xie An, and my son, Xie Xuan, are all top-notch people. And my young lady is one of them. In terms of talent and temperament, she can compete with them." When compared to Ban Jieyu, Ban Zhao, Cai Wenji, Zuo Fen and others, you..."

"Xiaoqing, why are you dawdling down there? Come up quickly."

"Here we come, miss!!"

The maid hurriedly responded to the greeting, and then trotted all the way back to the boat.

"Thank you!"

Chen Zhuo covered his mouth and coughed a few times, but then he bypassed the big boat and walked for a while until he reached an unnamed ferry. He stopped and waited for the ferry's oarsmen to dock the boat.

This wait is a long time.

After seeing no one coming for a long time, Chen Zhuo realized that this ferry was probably abandoned long ago.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, there was suddenly a sound of oars on the river.

Crunch!

Crunch!

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The dry friction sound was like a rotating door shaft, rising and falling in an orderly manner.

The person driving the oar was an old man, wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat. He bowed his head and bent over just steering the boat and rowing. He couldn't see his face clearly. He was swaying with the current and looked precarious.

But the moment he saw this person, an obscure smile appeared on Chen Zhuo's lowered face.

The boatman looked up and asked, "Does the guest want to take a boat?"

But even if he raised his head, Chen Zhuo still couldn't see the other person's face clearly.

"Cough cough cough..."

He suddenly coughed heartbreakingly, his straight back bent a little bit amidst the coughing, and his body almost curled up. He coughed until his liver and intestines were broken, and tears flowed freely.

The boatman held the oar and looked at Chen Zhuo quietly. After a moment of silence, he said softly: "You are really seriously injured... It's a pity that you lost your virginity too early and your vitality has been released. Although you are extremely talented, you are still very talented." The eight levels of 'Heavenly Demonic Technique' will eventually stop at the last level, no matter how hard it is to make any further progress, otherwise there would never be what we are today, let alone what we ended up with back then."

Chen Zhuo forced himself to raise his head, pretending to be shocked and asked: "Who are you? How do you know the magic of the devil?"

The old man smiled lowly and asked without answering: "When did the Heavenly Demon Dafa begin? Who created it?"

Chen Zhuo stopped coughing, lowered his eyelids, and said hoarsely: "It started in the Western Han Dynasty. It is said that it was created by the first sage of the Demon Sect, 'Tian Mo' Cang Gu."

"Not bad!" The old man smiled lowly, and the laughter gradually grew louder, and finally turned into wild laughter, turning into a hurricane, "Ran Min, the devil is in front of you, and you haven't come to greet me yet, when will you wait?"

Good guy, this boatman is actually the ancestor of the Demon Sect, the Demon Cang Cu.

(End of this chapter)