When Lu Zhuo wiped out these hundred warriors in an instant with a thunderous posture, standing in the sea of corpses and blood.

Most of the people on the field were vomiting.

It was Liu Haoyue, who was a martial artist, and it was the first time she had seen so many stumps and broken arms, black blood all over the ground, and her stomach was churning.

The smell of vomit and fishy smell came to the nostrils, making many people dizzy.

And Lu Zhuo, the initiator, stood in this scene that can be called Shura's hell, but he could not stain a trace of dust, and there was no trace of blood on his body.

Seeing that Lu Zhuo did not step on the black blood stains on the ground, but walked in the air, Liu Haoyue's pupils couldn't help but shrink.

"Stepping into the air, it's a martial arts master!"

Seeing this scene, Liu Haoyue suddenly understood how ridiculous her previous thoughts were.

"Such a young martial arts master, I actually suspected that he was a prodigal son? ha"

Liu Haoyue laughed at her stupidity, which was unattainable.

Natsumi was also completely confused.

"This Professor Lu"

She just wanted to be on the boat of Lu Zhuo, but she didn't expect this guy to be a killing god!

"My dear mother, why is Professor Lu so fucking strong! What was I thinking? I actually wanted to trouble Professor Lu?"

Liu Guangyu trembled when he saw a black river of blood, and couldn't help but say a dirty word.

If you want to say that the calmest person is Yang Ming.

Lu Zhuo walked in the air with his hands in his hands, and behind him were the Yanjing young men who vomited all over the place.

"If I had half, one-tenth, and one-percent of Professor Lu's ability, I am afraid that I would be able to stand out among the third generation of the Yang family. ”

Yang Ming suddenly thought of this.

Although Lu Zhuo is not as old as them, no one dares to be the same age as Lu Zhuo.

Yang Ming felt that even the talents of his grandfather's generation were worthy of being compared with Lu Zhuo.

Seeing that Lu Zhuo was about to leave Tongque Terrace, Xia Mi was startled and hurriedly shouted:

"Professor Lu, where are you going?"

Lu Zhuo's indifferent voice came from the front.

"Kill!"

The suburbs of Yanjing, ten miles away from Tongquetai.

Four ghostly figures squatted on a hillside.

The four were shirtless, with yellow cloth pants underneath.

They have yellow and thin faces, skin and bones, and a large amount of dead air entrenched around their bodies, which is extremely rich.

Everyone has a soul bell in their hands, shakes it differently, and has words in their mouths.

Bang, bang, bang!

The soul bells of the four people exploded one after another, and the four of them also opened their eyes one by one, their faces full of astonishment.

"There is great power to disrupt me!"

The man at the head thought for a moment, and said with a dumbfounded.

The man in the middle asked:

"Big brother, what should I do?"

"Be careful!"

The eldest brother mentioned the man in the middle and ran to the side.

Boom!

A long black knife appeared on the same stone that the four of them were squatting on just now, directly breaking the stone into pieces.

"In the Xia Shen Group Song Qi'an, who are you waiting for, what do you dare to do secretly in my Huaguo?"

After the explosion, a sturdy man in a military uniform stepped into the air from a distance, and after pulling out the long knife, he looked at the four of them with fierce eyes.

After Song Qi'an saw the iconic costumes of the four of them clearly, as well as the broken bells on the ground, his eyes shook slightly.

"The Four Witches of India?"

Song Qi'an's expression was suffocated, he felt that he was in danger.

As the imperial capital, Yanjing will not regularly send masters of the god group to patrol the entire outer circle of Yanjing every day, Song Qi'an is the person who patrols today, but he didn't expect to encounter a ruthless character.

The shamans of India are also known as Brahmins, which are similar to the witchcraft of China, and the four witches of India are the best of them.

But they have gone the wrong way, they have gone astray, they have sacrificed the living, and they have done alchemy with murder.

The mortals who died at the hands of the four did not know how many mortals there were, but it was precisely because of this that their strength had also reached an extremely terrifying level, low-level grandmasters, they could almost kill instantly.

Even if an ordinary Transformation Realm Grandmaster encounters four people, he will not want to fight, because inside and outside India, the four of them have already killed many Transformation Realm Grandmasters.

The four witches have now become one, and only the eldest has a name to the outside world, named 'Duren', and the other three have no names, thinking that they are brothers.

When Duren heard Song Qi'an call out the names of his four people, he was not surprised, and even a little proud, the reputation of his four brothers was not shallow in China.

"You're a member of the God's team, you can't beat us, answer me a question, and I'll let you go." ”

Song Qi'an of the god group blew himself up, but he didn't expect that he would have a chance to survive because of this, and Song Qi'an was a little moved.

As if seeing Song Qi'an's intentions, Du Ren continued to use Chinese, which was not very fluent, pointing to the broken soul bell on the ground:

"You killed our puppet?"

Song Qi'an's face was full of confusion, he didn't understand what it meant, and when he saw this scene, he also understood that it was not this person.

"Kill!"

With a wave of his hand, the four witches of India chanted at the same time, whispering constantly.

After Song Qi'an saw the four witches of India, he turned around and wanted to escape.

However, the moment the four witches of India spoke, Song Qi'an's figure suddenly stopped.

Bang.

The long knife also fell to the ground.

"Ahhh

Song Qi'an rolled around with his head covered, his head was splitting, his eyes were white, and he was confused.

Not even an effective counterattack was able to make a move.

In Song Qi'an's ears, the spells of the four witches became bigger and bigger, and even gradually controlled Song Qi'an's consciousness.

The four witches of India, the horror is here, you don't even have to do it yourself, between the spells, you can let yourself understand yourself.

At this moment, Song Qi'an picked up the long knife again, held the knife in reverse, and was about to stab it towards his heart.

Song Qi'an's expression was a little struggling, but with the concerted efforts of the four witches, he had no choice at all.

"Boom!"

In the distance, a streamer struck, directly knocking the long knife in Song Qi'an's hand away, and Song Qi'an hammered his fists in his chest, and it was not a big deal.

The four witches of India were slightly stunned, and the final spell also stopped.

The next moment, an ordinary teenager appeared beside Song Qi'an and patted Song Qi'an's head.

The boss of the four witches stared slightly, and they had the illusion that all their puppets were killed by the person in front of them.

was slapped on the head, Song Qi'an also woke up suddenly, and suddenly saw a young man next to him, and was stunned.

Song Qi'an said urgently:

"Little brother, run away, they are the four witches of India, and they have killed countless people!

But Song Qi'an was stunned, but found that the young man was head-on.

"Little brother?"

Song Qi'an couldn't understand it at all, and he didn't know what had just happened, so he said incredulously:

"Little brother, what are you going to do?"

"Kill them. ”

Lu Zhuo said calmly as he stepped forward.

"You're crazy!"

Song Qi'an scolded angrily.

Although he wanted to run away for a moment, he also belonged to the people in the establishment, and when he saw a teenager going to die, he no longer had the idea of running.

The four witches of India in front of him also looked at Lu Zhuo like they were looking at an idiot.

Lu Zhuo smiled faintly and said:

"I've just looked around with them, and I've found them. ”

After speaking, Lu Zhuo summoned the divine sword, which suddenly skyrocketed a few feet, and walked towards the four witches.

Behind him, only Song Qi'an was left watching Lu Zhuo suddenly summon his weapon with a shocked look.

(End of chapter)