Chapter Seventy-Eight: Subject to Others
Wan Zhuo's slap was about to fall on Zhou Cheng's face, but he suddenly felt a cramping pain in his stomach, and then the whole person flew backwards and fell to the ground with a bang. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
Wan Zhuo's men didn't know what happened for a while, and they turned back one after another. But these people were stunned, and they were greeted by the cold glow of the Nine Spirit Sword.
"Edgeworth's Jutsu!" Someone finally reacted, with a slight fear in his tone.
The Nine Spirit Sword flew up and down in the air, like a dragon entering the sea. The Nine Spirit Sword passed through the person, and there would inevitably be blood gushing out. The heavy smell of blood instantly filled the cold air.
The person who fell from the sword felt incredible, and the death was also inexplicable. But the person who was still alive was extremely angry in his heart, and rushed towards Zhou Cheng with the sword in his hand.
"Kill him for me!" Wan Zhuo woke up like a dream and shouted very angrily. But he soon realizes that this is someone else's territory, and he is here to kill people.
The skill of the sword is beyond the ability of ordinary people to resist, let alone these shrimp soldiers and crab generals led by Wan Zhuo. Although they are angry and brave in their hearts, in the face of absolute strength, anger and bravery will only hasten their own demise.
This is definitely a one-sided slaughter, Zhou Cheng skillfully controls the Nine Spirit Sword, harvesting fresh lives like cutting wheat. The outlaw who was still rushing towards Zhou Cheng just now had fallen to the ground in the blink of an eye, turning into a cold corpse.
All this happened too suddenly, and Wan Zhuo became completely alone between the lightning and flint. He watched his men fall to the ground one by one, and he felt great fear in his heart.
Master of the Spirit Realm, the art of the sword! Even if Wan Zhuo has three heads and six arms, he can't resist it.
Those who know the times are Junjie. Wan Zhuo swung his long sword and jumped high into the air, trying to escape from the courtyard as fast as possible. How could he hide this little bit of his mind from Zhou Cheng, Zhou Cheng suddenly snorted coldly: "Leave it for me!" β
Under Zhou Cheng's control, the Nine Spirit Sword slashed fiercely towards the top of Wan Zhuo's head. Wan Zhuo was shocked, and hurriedly raised his sword to parry.
The two swords intersected, and a crisp clanging sound came. Under the weight of the Nine Spirit Sword, Wan Zhuo's jumping strength disappeared, and his body was immediately forced to fall back to the ground.
Zhou Cheng smiled slightly, the Nine Dragons Sword Technique was used with the sword technique, Wan Zhuo was suddenly in a hurry, and it seemed that he only had the heart to defend and had no offensive power.
Wan Zhuo was quickly stabbed in the shoulder and leg. The sword didn't know when it would take off and fly. The face covering on his face was also picked off by Zhou Cheng. His face at this moment was completely exposed in front of Zhou Cheng.
This face made Zhou Cheng feel disgusted, even a little disgusted.
"Sure enough, it's Wan Zhuo, this bastard!" Zhou Cheng felt a burst of disdain in his heart.
The Nine Spirit Sword was already on Wan Zhuo's neck at this time, making him dare not move in the slightest. As long as Zhou Cheng waved his hand casually, Wan Zhuo's life was over.
It is indeed a big joke that the attack and killing are controlled by others. But Wan Zhuo couldn't laugh at the moment. Not long after, the scene of fate hanging by a thread was staged again. If he regrets selling the medicine, he will buy it even if he goes bankrupt.
He felt the cold breath of the Nine Spirit Sword, and a trace of cold sweat couldn't help but break out on his forehead. He looked at Zhou Cheng in horror: "Who are you?" β
Zhou Cheng snorted coldly and took off the mask: "Wan Zhuo, didn't you expect us to meet again?" β
It was more than a dozen torches lit up in the courtyard, and Shen Feiyang, Han Tao, and Feng Rou walked out one after another. The whole courtyard suddenly brightened.
When Wan Zhuo saw Zhou Cheng, his heart was full of resentment, surprise and even incredulity. Just some time ago, he was able to fight with Zhou Cheng. But in just a few short days, Zhou Chengcheng has made rapid progress, and he is no longer Zhou Cheng's opponent at all.
"Tie me up!" Zhou Cheng didn't want to talk nonsense with Wan Zhuo, so he said very decisively.
The fat man and the bamboo pole suddenly walked out of the crowd, took out a thumb-thick hemp rope and tied Wan Zhuo into a strong knot.
After the incident, the fat man clapped his hands and kicked Wan Zhuo to the ground: "Grandpa has long seen that you are unhappy, calling you arrogant, calling you arrogantγ»γ»γ»γ»γ»γ»"
Wan Zhuo couldn't move, only bowed down and was beaten. Before the fat man could exert much effort, his nose and face were swollen from the beating.
"Fatty, don't beat him to death, keep it for me to play with!" Zhou Cheng's eyes rolled, and he said with a smile.
"Hmph, you're cheap!" The fat man still didn't feel like it was enjoyable, so he made up for it again.
Zhou Cheng came to Wan Zhuo and said coldly: "Wan Zhuo, you were able to survive last time because the pothos girl interceded for you. But what I didn't expect was that your bad habits would fall into my hands again. β
"What do you want?" Wan Zhuo secretly complained in his heart, but he still pretended to be a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water.
"You're also a person of status and status, so you must have heard of Bloodstone, right? Hey, it's unfortunate that I happen to have one of these here. After Zhou Cheng finished speaking, he took out the bloodthirsty stone from the storage palace and shook it in front of Wan Zhuo's eyes.
Wan Zhuo had heard of bloodthirsty stones, but he had never seen them with his own eyes. But the bloodthirsty stone in front of him filled him with fear like a talisman.
"Imagine the next big living person being sucked dry of blood by bloodthirsty and dying, it must be very exciting. I haven't seen this kind of scene yet, so why don't you let me see it today? Zhou Cheng casually threatened, and took the bloodthirsty stone to put it on Wan Zhuo's wound.
"Don't, don't, I don't want to die! Please spare me! "At the end of his life, Wan Zhuo once again showed his vile cowardice.
Zhou Cheng smiled: "It's okay if you don't want to die, you must answer truthfully if I ask you!" β
Wan Zhuo nodded like pounding garlic: "If you ask, I will answer truthfully." β
"That's right! Let me ask you, did Xie Siyou send you? β
"Yes, he told me to kill all the people up and down the Chen Mansion! He wanted a book of swordsmanship cheats in Chen's mansion. β
"In addition, Xie Siyou has any other secrets, you have to think about it." Zhou Cheng continued to ask.
Wan Zhuo thought about it carefully: "Secret, that's right. He has a secret room in his house, and it seems that there are some big red centipedes in it! β
Zhou Cheng smiled in his heart: "I didn't expect that Xie Siyou really couldn't get out of this blood Gu matter!" β
As soon as Wan Zhuo's words came out, Zhou Cheng suddenly felt that there was no need to interrogate him further. He slapped Wan Zhuo on the back of the head, and Wan Zhuo immediately fainted.
Xie Siyou was lying on the chair, and he always felt unsteady in his heart. He had a vague premonition of bad luck, but he didn't know what was wrong.
At this time, his subordinate with a meaty face hurriedly ran in: "Master, something happened." β
Xie Siyou was shocked, and that bad premonition really came true. However, he is also a person who has seen strong winds and waves, and does not show a very frightened appearance.
"What the hell is going on to be so alarmed?" Xie Siyou asked unhurriedly.
"Master, Yang Lishan has already led people to surround the entire mansion!"
With a "snap", the teacup in Xie Siyou's hand fell to the ground.