Red glow at a glance.

Chu Yun's knife was like thunder and lightning, and if the divine dragon possessed the body, it slashed down!

The old monk raised his broken blade.

In his eyes, there was also a flash of murderous intent.

He lost patience.

I couldn't raise my head when I was pressed by Chu Yun with one knife after another!

He was aggrieved and angry.

Since his debut, he has never been so humiliated.

With his supreme strength, no matter how strong the opponent is, there should be a back and forth.

Instead of being unilaterally controlled by Chu Yun like at this moment, he will split when he says he will split, and he will slap his face when he says he will slap his face!

His martial heart was shaken.

Rationality is also falling apart step by step.

Master Kubo, a senior monk, wants to play with Chu Yun!

The hand hidden in the monk's robe, clenched into a fist, released, and then clenched into a fist. Hidden Killer!

The knife in the hand is also clenched in the palm of the hand.

His jaw has been torn apart.

Every finger felt as if it had been struck with a hammer. The pain is unbearable.

But at this moment, the most critical moment of this duel has arrived.

Step over, and he will slaughter this arrogant young man with his own hands!

Airplanes!

The sword was raised, and Master Ku Bo let out a muffled snort that did not match his status.

He was condensed, his eyes like electricity.

Just as he was about to meet Chu Yun's knife, the hand in the monk's robe seemed to turn into a highly poisonous python.

The robe is open, and the mouth is open recklessly!

"Your heart is not still, and you are not even able to hold the hand of the knife. ”

Chu Yun's face was expressionless.

The left hand, dangling in the air, snapped and overlapped with the right hand holding the knife.

In an instant, Chu Yun was a knife with some regrets and flaws in the eyes of Master Kubo. It's perfect in this moment!

Airplanes!

The hand rises, and the knife falls.

Cleanly slashed at the Kubo Master!

There was a loud bang.

The knife in Kubo's hand was split into pieces!

On the chest, a long bloody wound was split.

Blood was like a pillar, gurgling and flowing.

And his fist out of his robe failed to break Chu Yun's heart as expected.

It hung in the air five centimeters away from Chu Yun's heart.

His face was stunned, and his eyes glazed over.

He looked down at his chest, which was constantly bleeding.

The heart is full of unwillingness and despair.

After several battles, he didn't feel that Chu Yun's strength was stronger than his own.

But from beginning to end, he was suppressed by Chu Yun, so that he couldn't raise his head, and it was difficult to breathe.

What's more, just a few days ago, he had a vicious battle with Duan Wuye, a famous man in the capital.

No matter how strong his recovery ability is, he will have seven or eight percent combat power at most.

But why, Chu Yun was able to show such terrifying strength at this moment?

If he was really powerful, Duan Wuye should have been killed by him in the first place!

The old monk's mind was confused, and the sharp pain in his chest made him gradually sober up.

The knife injured internal organs and cut off several ribs.

He didn't move, and he didn't dare to move.

It seems that if you move, the internal organs will burst out and scatter all over the ground.

Syllable!

Chu Yun raised his hand and slapped him again.

It was slapped the old monk's face.

But the bitter bodhisattva can't move.

The knife on his chest also seemed to be enlarged by this knife. The blood flowed faster.

"Why do you say these beatings and killings in front of my wife?"

Chu Yun's face was expressionless, and his tone was cold.

Syllable!

Another slap in the face.

Syllable!

Or a slap in the face.

He seemed to hate Master Kubo.

The slap started, and it couldn't be stopped.

Almost a dozen slaps.

Master Kubo's face was swollen and his flesh was blurred.

Even the eyes are about to be closed forever.

"You shouldn't scare her. ”

Hand up.

Blade is here.

The knife falls.

See blood seal the throat.

Ku Bo, the first master of Jinling City, fell in despair in the authentic land of Buddhism.

He resisted and struggled.

From beginning to end, he couldn't take advantage of Chu Yun at all.

He came confidently. Like a god descending from heaven.

But he went away in despair and went to hell.

Creak.

Chu Yun, who was full of murderous energy, pushed open the door.

Outside the door, it was empty.

But in the dark, there are more than ten shadows guarding it. They blocked anyone who came near the restaurant.

And the power of justice seems to be controlled by a certain evil force, and it has refused to appear for a long time.

"Tonight. ”

Chu Yun walked out of the restaurant tiredly.

Under his thin lips, he spat out a cold and piercing word.

"I want to dye the Qin Huai night red. ”

Stop.

Chu Yun's eyes were cold, and he was full of anger: "Start with this Buddhist temple." ”

"Yes!"

Shadow Command. They dispersed.

Chu Yun turned around as he slowly closed the door of the restaurant. His gaze fell on the Ku Bo Master in a pool of blood: "There is one thing you said is right. What they are good at is never protection. ”

"It's killing. ”

......

Bang dang!

Zhou's living room.

The teacup in Old Man Zhou's hand was taken off.

Zhou Long has been in Jinling City for decades, and his head is crowned with the reputation of the Dragon King.

He has lived through the storms of all eras. But it's still standing. Stand on top of the dragon vein.

No one doubted the strength of the old lady of Jinling Zhou.

I don't believe that in this ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, there will be something that can shake his rock-like huge heart.

But at the moment, he was moved.

The teacup in his hand slammed to the ground.

He looked at Zhou Yanzhi incredulously. The depths of his eyes were full of shock and incomprehension.

"Kubo is dead?"

He opened his mouth. The old man's face was pale.

"Hmm. Zhou Yanzhi frowned deeply and pursed his lips. "The head is different. Including his apprentices, as well as Master Kusa, all died in Qixia Temple. ”

"I remember you saying that. Chu Yun and Duan Lao Wu in the capital had a fierce battle. He was already injured at the time. Zhou Long said in a deep voice.

"It's not just hurt. It's serious. Zhou Yanzhi said slowly. This news is in no way false. ”

"Then why was he able to kill Kubo?" Zhou Longfei explained. "With my understanding of Kubo, his strength is definitely not below Duan Lao Wu!"

"Maybe. He hid his strength. Zhou Yanzhi's expression was calm, and he was calmer than Old Man Zhou. "Perhaps, the bitter bodhisattva is careless. ”

When Zhou Long heard this, he fell silent.

Careless?

Zhou Long didn't believe it.

He even watched Kubo grow up and step by step towards the path of the strong.

Kubo is very proud in his heart, but he is by no means an arrogant person.

He won't take his life to joke.

He has no Buddha in his heart, and he doesn't believe in reincarnation.

All he wants is the glory of this life.

Old Man Zhou lit a cigarette, and the confusion between his eyebrows was difficult to eliminate.

"What about Chu Yun?" Zhou Long asked without raising his head.

"Gone. Zhou Yanzhi poured a cup of tea for the old man again. Then take it yourself.

Zhou Long didn't answer, just waved his hand and asked him to put it on the coffee table.

"Yes, I left. Or are you hiding?" Zhou Long asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know. Zhou Yanzhi shook his head.

His calm and clear eyes quietly stared at Zhou Long who was sitting on the sofa.

"That's the end of it. Zhou Long swallowed cigarettes and cut the railway. "Send the second child away for a while. ”

"Are you worried that Chu Yun already knows that we are behind the manipulation?" Zhou Yanzhi asked casually.

In his eyes, there was a trace of coldness.

"Kuboha won't say anything. Zhou Long said calmly.

"Then why is it the second child who left?" Zhou Yanzhi asked rhetorically.

He raised his leg and approached Zhou Long: "Not me?"