I have a knife, out of the sheath can kill monsters

Chapter 93

Especially the person in the first seat on the right row is a middle-aged man, whose aura is so strong that everyone trembles.

He is the speaker of this group of people, the real behind-the-scenes person, the deacon of the Shenhuo sect.

The Thirteenth King glanced at the deacon and said, "That Jichen is a troublesome one. If we let him go back to Liangzhou City, our plan will be exposed, and we will have to change places and re-arrange."

The deacon said: "He can't go back. There is a demon priest in Liangzhou town who I teach. He is looking for death when he goes back. I believe he should have guessed this, so he won't go back."

Zhao Wou-ki was thoughtful, and then said: "I think he might come here today!"

The deacon snorted coldly, "If you dare to come, let's sacrifice together!"

Today's big banquet in the Zhao Mansion is an excuse, but it is actually the ceremony for the thirteen kings to join the Shenhuo Cult. projection.

Every believer who believes in the gods can become a medium for the descending or projection of the gods.

This is the horror of the Shenhuo Cult, and it is also the fundamental reason why the imperial court wants to encircle and suppress the Shenhuo Cult.

Due to the sudden appearance of Qinghe County in Jichen, they planned to sacrifice in advance and let the thirteen kings enter the religion to receive inheritance first.

the other side.

Ji Chen and the others made a plan, division of labor and cooperation, with Ji Chen and the fourth master Beiming iron pot attacking head-on to attract firepower, while the first master, Nangong shovel and second master Ximen iron shovel were responsible for the sneak attack and assistance from the side.

The third master, Murong Tiehammer, is in charge of looking out and providing support at any time.

"What a big formation!" Sidang's Beiming Tieguo looked at the formation above the Zhao Mansion from a distance, and sighed, "Leave this formation to me, but no one can disturb me when I break the formation. Someone bought me time and kept me safe."

"You will break the formation?" Ji Chen looked at the Beiming iron pot in surprise.

Scholars can also break through formations, isn't this a specialty of Taoism?

"Hmph!" Beiming Tieguo snorted coldly, feeling that his profession had been challenged.

"The time for a cup of tea, if you can control the time for a cup of tea for the masters of the Zhao family, I can break this formation."

What he said was provocative, and it also meant a competition.

Ji Chen said: "Since you are so confident, then I will enter the Zhao Mansion to contain the masters in it and not let them disturb you. I hope you are not bragging."

"I'll let you see it. Wait for me to write a slap in the face to break his formation." The fourth master, Beiming Iron Pot, said, "I hope you will do what you say."

"I'll let you see!"

Ji Chen raised his foot and walked towards the Zhao Mansion.

At this time, Nangong Tieyu, the head of the family, said, "Leave the safety of the fourth child to me and the second child! The third child is in charge of inspection and vigilance."

The three of them had no objection to the arrangement of the master, and then began to act.

Ji Chen walked to the gate of Zhao's Mansion, Zhao's Mansion was surrounded by a large formation, and the gate was the only entrance.

There is a doorman at the door to greet and register.

The person in charge of the registration was a young Mr. Bingbi, and there were several guards standing beside him.

"Young man, walk slowly, register first." The gentleman stopped Ji Chen and said.

"Registration?" Ji Chen pretended to be puzzled.

"Yes, the Zhao Mansion is hosting a banquet today. In order to avoid unnecessary conflicts, weapons are not allowed to be brought in. We have a special person to help guard the weapons and return them to you when they come out."

The master explained a sentence, and then asked: "Dare to ask who is the young man's name, and what school he is a teacher of."

Ji Chen glanced at the weapon rack behind him, and said, "Ji Chen, Xiaoqi, the town demon division."

"Oh, it turned out to be the young hero of the town demon division."

The gentleman nodded, and was about to pick up the pen, but suddenly remembered something, suddenly raised his head, staring at Ji Chen in disbelief.

What the hell!

Town monster!
quarter morning!

In the past few days, they searched all over QH County, but they couldn't find Ji Chen. They never thought that this guy would come to their door by himself.

In a panic, the gentleman grabbed the sword on the weapon rack behind him, and just drew it halfway, a cold light flashed across his neck, and a head fell off.

Immediately afterwards, the cold light reappeared, and the heads of several guards nearby fell to the ground.

"Why draw the sword!"

Ji Chen sighed, a Mr. Bingbi, he didn't want to embarrass him, but you insisted on drawing your sword.

He turned his head to look at the frightened monk beside him.

"The gate of the mansion is a line, whoever steps in will die!"

Hearing this, a group of monks hurriedly retreated ten feet away from the gate, and looked at Ji Chen in horror.

Everyone couldn't believe it. The person who had been searched for by many monks and people in the entire county for several days, unexpectedly came to his door and appeared at the gate of the Zhao residence.

Before Ji Chen appeared, countless people boasted that as long as Ji Chen dared to appear, they would capture him with one hand.

At this moment, Ji Chen appeared, but none of them dared to move, and even one word made them withdraw from the ten battles.

This is the deterrent force, the deterrent force formed by the demon priest of Jichen town who shocked all parties.

The movement at the door naturally alarmed the mansion, and a group of masters flew out, and when they saw the guard and Mr. Bingbi lying in a pool of blood, they were furious.

"Where did the madman come from, he dared to kill people in Zhao's mansion, and killed him for me."

In an instant, more than a dozen masters charged over.

Ji Chen single-handedly held the knife and cut it horizontally, and the breath of the knife flew out like a crescent moon. All the people who flew over, including those standing in place, were cut in half instantly, and fell to the ground like dumplings, with blood flowing horizontally.

The screen wall in front of the gate was cut off with a single knife, and it collapsed towards the courtyard. Several people who couldn't escape were directly smashed to death.

The originally bustling manor was suddenly silent, and all eyes were on the young man standing at the door.

Who is this?

How dare you come to the Zhao Mansion to provoke trouble at this time!

"He's Ji Chen!"

Someone recognized Ji Chen and immediately exclaimed.

"What, Ji Chen?"

"Fuck, it's that madman, he actually delivered it to the door by himself!"

"There is no way to heaven, and there is no way to hell."

Everyone was shocked and thought he had escaped, but unexpectedly he came to the door by himself.

Isn't this coming to seek death!

Ji Chen was tall and straight, dressed in blue, with long hair draped over his shoulders, standing there like a javelin.

At this moment, a ripple rippled from behind Ji Chen, the gate was sealed by the formation, and Ji Chen was sealed in the courtyard.

Zhao Wuji's figure shot out and appeared in the center of the courtyard.

"Ji Chen, you really dare to die!"

His face was condensed, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Ji Chen walked into the yard step by step, "The Zhao Mansion entertains all the heroes, how can I miss Ji."

Zhao Wou-ki said grimly: "A person like you who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth is very stupid."

At this time, king-level masters came out of the room one by one, each with a breath of air, and a strong sense of oppression filled the entire yard, causing countless people to change color.

Is this the background of the Zhao family? It's really terrifying.

Above the Zhao Mansion, a figure came across the sky, standing on the Zhao Mansion formation.

It was a young man in plain white brocade clothes, his whole body was clean, and he was holding a roll of white paper with handwriting written all over it.

(End of this chapter)