"I won't play with you, I thought you were masters, but it turned out to be a straw bag." After Zhou Chen finished speaking, he didn't look at the middle-aged man with an ugly face.

"If you want to go, look at the knife." The middle-aged man twitched the erhu, and a two-finger-wide arm long appeared in his hand, and he held the knife and brushed a few knife flowers in the air, and the knife shadow flashed, only taking Zhou Chen's throat.

"Hehe, this knife is so fancy." Zhou Chen smiled and dodged the stab that came towards him, the knife in the middle-aged man's hand, a knife was as fast as a knife, the knife shadows overlapped, with a sharp sound of breaking the air.

"Die!" The knife in the middle-aged man's hand slashed towards Zhou Chen one at a time.

"Hmph, I don't know what to do." Zhou Chen snorted coldly, and his hand was merciless, and his body flashed and missed a knife, and the long palm of his hand was thrown on the face of the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man was in pain, closed the knife and let out a scream, and the bloody teeth in his mouth flew out of his mouth and fell to the ground.

"Ah, I'm going to kill you." The middle-aged man picked up the erhu that had been put aside by him, copied it in his arms and began to play a very passionate unknown song.

"Pounce." Zhou Chen was greatly surprised, and with the playing of the erhu, a figure appeared in front of Zhou Chen, and the figure held a big knife in his hand and slashed at Zhou Chen's head, Zhou Chen dodged the knife and slashed directly at the snow-white wall, and the wall was immediately split out of a hole to expose the red bricks inside.

"Sonic illusion skills?" These words appeared in Zhou Chen's mind for no reason, and as he continued to play the tune, he was surrounded by skeletons holding swords and wearing black armor, and they came straight to him with the tune.

"Damn, how could such a horrible thing be here?" Zhou Chen didn't dare to be careless, he had heard the introduction of this exercise in the exercises left by his ancestors.

This sonic illusion is to use music to create a battlefield where people can't distinguish between reality and illusion, or the underworld or thousands of troops.

"Sonorous." The long sword shining with purple light appeared in Zhou Chen's hand, and after splitting the illusion of rushing to him, he quickly walked towards the middle-aged man who was playing erhu with his eyes closed.

It's just that the skeleton knife soldiers in front of him are more and more roaring and waving knives towards him, Zhou Chen doesn't dare to be careless, he doesn't know whether these skeleton knife soldiers who have turned into illusions are real or fake, so they can only resist.

"Haha, give me death." The sword in Zhou Chen's hand kept waving, shattering all the skeleton swords that were approaching, and the scene in front of him changed suddenly, and countless swords, guns, swords, and halberds in front of him shot towards Zhou Chen like rain with a terrifying whistling sound.

", play with your grandfather and I'm it." Zhou Chen scolded, but the movements of his hands were not slow, as long as he rushed in front of that person and made him lose the ability to play, then he would be considered a winner.

If you are always on the defensive side, then you don't want to run out of this illusion even if you are tired to death, if someone outside sees it now, one is there playing a passionate erhu song, and the other is there with a sword dancing wildly and even roaring like a beast from time to time.

"It's not okay for Ma Dan to go on like this." Zhou Chen was really anxious, even if his speed was fast, it was not as fast as the other party, and the package hanging on his waist appeared in his hand as soon as a few silver needles appeared in his hand, and shot towards the middle-aged man violently.

After a series of fierce collisions of "Ding Ding ......", those silver needles actually broke into several knots and fell to the ground in an instant, and even one actually flew back.

"Hey, die." The person who was kicked to the ground by Zhou Chen didn't know when he appeared behind Zhou Chen, holding a short sword in his hand, and stabbed straight at Zhou Chen's waist.

"Ahh Zhou Chen reflexively returned to the sword, the long sword stabbed on the lower abdomen of the person holding the short sword with a thud, and the blood flowed to the ground, he screamed, the hand holding the sword in his hand shook and fell to the ground with a clang, and the person staggered back a few steps and then sat on the ground of the box full of mess.

"Look at the sword." Zhou Chen shouted, and the long sword in his hand slashed towards the middle-aged man, heading straight for the middle-aged man with an extremely bright purple light.

"When." The speed in the middle-aged man's hand was getting faster and faster, and when Zimang was about to hit him, the string in his hand was actually broken all of a sudden, and Zimang castrated and hit the middle-aged man's body.

"Poof." A cut appeared on the middle-aged man's lower abdomen, and blood overflowed from it, as if he had been struck by lightning, and the chair under him also clattered and shattered into pieces, while he himself spit out a mouthful of blood, struggling to stand up, at this time, the sword in Zhou Chen's hand had been pressed against the middle-aged man's throat, and he asked coldly: "Tell me, why do you want to get that token?" ”

"Haha, you'll kill me if you kind." The middle-aged man laughed and showed his bloodstained teeth, not at all the slightest of my consciousness for fish and flesh.

"Since that's the case, then don't blame ......" Zhou Chen's words were not finished, and the closed door was mentioned with a bang, and a figure flashed in from the door, laughing: "Haha, there are not often masters, and if you can meet a master today without moving, you can't live up to God's arrangement." ”

"Huh." Listening to the strong momentum of the wind, Zhou Chen sneered Your legs are about to touch the sword in my hand, you still have to stop your hands and feet?

"Bang dang." The uninvited man looked incredulous, and then he was quickly invaded by great joy, and he laughed: "Haha, yes, the sword can actually block my feet when I sneak attack, so come and try this trick." ”

Flipping three hundred and sixty degrees, he kicked six kicks in the air in a row, and a kicking master who can kick five kicks in the air is already a master among the masters, and this person can actually kick six kicks with great force in an instant.

Zhou Chen dodged these six feet, but a cold sweat broke out on his forehead, how did he feel that he was brought into the wolf's den, could it be that this was originally a trap designed by them? In order to invite yourself, the gentleman, into this urn, can't you?

If that's really the case, it's really troublesome, and the two people who come over now are so powerful, so who knows what kind of things are in the back?

"Coming." The kicker stood in front of Zhou Chen, and shouted a kick, this time it was not like the last time he came towards his chin, if he was kicked in the jaw by his foot, then his jaw would definitely be shattered into pieces in an instant.

Zhou Chen grabbed the right foot kicked out by the man, the man was stunned for a moment and wrapped his left foot around Zhou Chen's waist, if he wrapped his waist, as long as he threw Zhou Chen on the ground.

It's just that Zhou Chen can let him get his wish? Of course, it was impossible, and the moment Zhou Chen grabbed the man's foot, his elbow hit the man's calf, and then a straight punch hit the man's ribs.

"Ahh With the screams of the man with his legs, a person appeared at the door, this person was holding a simple long sword in his arms, his eyes swept the room, and then fixed his eyes on Zhou Chen's body, slowly opened the long sword and quickly stabbed out towards Zhou Chen.

"When." The two swords collided in the air, and in the overflow of sparks, Zhou Chen shook the sword in his hand violently, and went up like a snake to the eyes of the person holding the sword.

"Whew." At the moment when the person holding the sword was in Zhou Chen's hand, he also put the sword away, holding the hilt of the sword in both hands, and pushed it forward just to stop Zhou Chen's flying sword, making an extremely harsh metal friction sound.

"Haha, in such a big prosperous world, how can there be no old man." A figure flashed in at the door, and the two short spears in his hands hit Zhou Chen's head and chest like raptors out of the water.

"Whew." Zhou Chen dodged and missed the short spear, and the sword in his hand was heading towards the sword-wielding man one by one, the sword-wielding man had always been vigilant against Zhou Chen, and seeing that Zhou Chen had dodged the spear-wielding man's attack, he had already judged that Zhou Chen was coming towards him.

When, the long sword was opened at one time, which made Zhou Chen very depressed, these people all came out of there, one by one pervert?

And the person who was hit by Zhou Chen's sword leg on the lower abdomen had also gotten up from the ground, and a flying knee head came from behind Zhou Chen, Zhou Chen heard the sound of breaking the air behind him, his body was short, his right foot was slightly raised, and then his waist twisted an oolong tail, and his right foot went towards the person at the moment of twisting.

"Smack." The right foot hit the man's ribs, the man's hand grabbed it twice in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, which was already injured, and now he ate Zhou Chen's kick and crawled there for a long time without getting up, presumably by Zhou Chen's kick.

"Haha, here." The man with the short spear laughed very heroically, and the short spear in his hand came rushing towards Zhou Chen at one time, and the man with the sword also followed.

"When." Zhou Chen blocked the short spear, kicked out with his right foot, stabbed at the long sword that came from him, kicked his feet violently, and ran towards the door.

Here, I don't know how many people are outside, the strength of these people is not weak, it is not fun to be trapped inside and being beaten by people in wheel battles, and the consumption of physical strength is also very large.

"It's not that easy to leave." The man with the short spear shouted behind him, and the short spear in his hand left his hand and threw it at Zhou Chen's back.

"Whew." Zhou Chen twisted his body in the air, and the two short spears flew past him, and they were nailed to the wall outside the door, and the tail end kept swinging.

When Zhou Chen arrived at the door, he flashed and came to the corridor, but what he didn't expect was that there was already a person wearing a black practice shirt standing on the corridor with a black and shiny eyebrow stick in his hand, presumably this person had been waiting outside for a long time, right?

After all, the space in the box was limited, and he couldn't dance with his stick at all, and the moment he saw Zhou Chen, the stick in his hand smashed towards Zhou Chen with the sound of the wind.

"Bang." Zhou Chen slid his body against the wall, the stick smashed on the ground and made a sound, and as soon as the man's hand holding the stick lifted the eyebrow stick, it turned into a black shadow and swept towards Zhou Chen's lower abdomen.

The long sword drooped, blocking the stick, and there was a huge force in his hand, Zhou Chen snorted coldly, and the force in his hand increased, and then he quickly headed towards the person, and the stick and sword rubbed and made a gurgling sound.

"Su Qin carries the sword." The right leg of the man with the stick took a step back, and as soon as the stick was put away and stood there on one leg, the long stick received it behind his back, and Zhou Chen's original strategy of trying to hit him with a sword also failed.