Although the doors and windows were closed tightly, the violent explosion outside still clearly entered Su Yunfei's ears, and she was enveloped by worry and fear, but she didn't bury her head, she kept staring at that figure, staring at Ning Caichen, at this moment, she had a feeling of being protected, very happy, very relieved.

The explosion of several locomotives did not make these locomotive killers retreat, they charged Ning Caichen in a more frantic attitude, or rather, they almost rushed over, the speed exceeded one hundred and fifty per hour, and the sound of the "rumbling-" engine was deafening.

This is a prepared killing machine, on this highway, there is only Ning Caichen's car with damaged tires at this moment, the surroundings are quiet as a desert, and the atmosphere is quite weird.

However, these motorcycle killers are too insignificant for Ning Caichen, and they are even more unwilling to strike a blow than the ninja killers he met a few days ago, if Song Qianjiang thinks that he can hurt him with such a person, then he will underestimate him Ning Caichen.

The body is like the wind, very agile in this night, with a ray of light, whistling and flying, the locomotives are crashed one by one, these people take Ning Caichen as a target, bombing wildly, they don't seem to care at all whether they can survive or not, sniping with death, they are real outlaws.

But these people don't have much effect on Ning Caichen, a cup of tea, the crazy sound here has stopped, the entire highway, there are piles of locomotive wreckage everywhere, and there are many locomotive corpses, a scorching atmosphere is permeated, this place is like a prison training ground, full of violence and death.

Ning Caichen stood in the middle of the road, his expression was as light as a quiet lake, his body was calm, but he was motionless, if it wasn't for Su Yunfei seeing it with his own eyes, he would definitely not believe that all the killings in front of him were caused by Ning Caichen.

The killing machine has not passed, a deeper murderous aura, rushing towards him, Ning Caichen's eyes have a kind of cold light, it has been from this world for several years, but it is the first time to feel such a cold killing machine, even when he was in Genting Kingdom, the killing machine of the Klaus demigod master was not so rich and heavy.

A footstep sound, like the lightest rhythm in the world.

A Xiao Suo's figure, a cane, coming towards the wind, obviously very slow, but in a blink of an eye, he was already in front of him, so that people could hardly catch his figure.

Looking at this old man, Ning Caichen didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, his expression and the essence of his whole body were tense, he knew very well that this was the first time he had encountered such a powerful opponent, and he was no longer comparable to a fake demigod-level master like Huang Tianbiao.

The old man in front of him looks very ordinary, no one will believe that he is a master who is so strong that he is perverted, it seems that he really can't underestimate the people of the world, and there are even more strong players among the strong, this sentence is not unreasonable.

"Who are you?" Ning Caichen asked.

A cold and flat tone sounded: "It doesn't matter who I am, you just need to know that I'm here to kill you." ”

The words stopped, but then they started again: "But it can be seen that you are worthy of being my opponent, so remember my name, my name is Mo Junchou." ”

Yes, he is Mo Junchou, the killer who has been a farmer in a secluded courtyard somewhere in the capital for more than ten years.

He is a killer, but at this level today, he no longer disdains the method of sneak attack, when his strength is getting stronger and stronger, the more difficult it is for the opponent to be early, and now he only hopes to meet a master worthy of a battle.

In this city, masters are hard to find, but the masters of the ancient martial arts world rely on their different identities and have a kind of disdain for the city, but they don't know that this kind of arrogance makes it difficult for their strength to advance an inch.

Ning Caichen is quite unfamiliar with this name, this is already a big man who dominated the world more than 20 years ago, but now, there are not many people who can remember it.

"I'm sorry, I've never heard of it, with your Excellency's skills, it should be very famous."

The old man raised his head, glanced at Ning Caichen, didn't seem to mind his obscurity at all, and said: "I am a killer, being forgotten is the best result, I didn't make a sneak attack just now because the opponent is difficult to find, but next, I will not show mercy." ”

When the words fell, the crutches in his hand had been raised, only to hear the sound of "whoop", the skin wrapped around the crutches was torn, a three-foot Qingfeng long sword was already in his hand, a sword in his hand, the temperament of the old man in front of him changed again and again, from an ordinary stranger, in a blink of an eye, he became a peerless swordsman, and the murderous aura was also the first time Ning Caichen saw it in his life.

Ning Caichen knew that this was a high-level killer who entered the realm by killing, but after decades of training, this person had become very terrifying, with his powerful sword intent, he believed that it was from the ancient martial arts world, and the power of the ancient martial arts world should not be underestimated.

At the moment when he held the sword, his body became as straight as a gun, and the whole person was like a sword out of the sheath, shining brightly, which may be the real Mo Junchou.

Ning Caichen didn't dare to slack off, his expression was full of indifference and calm, the more powerful the opponent, the more he needed to deal with it smoothly, the old man in front of him was by no means comparable to the motorcycle killer just now, if he was not careful, he would be injured, and the invisible sword intent was already ready to go.

Mo Junchou's eyes flashed with a ray of golden light, and he was exceptionally clear in the night, he didn't expect that he thought it was just a small event, but he could meet such a young master, and he had retired to the city for more than ten years, he was like a dead tree in spring, ushering in a new passion.

But think about it, how can someone who can't even be evened by the Song family be a simple character.

The sword moved, the stronger the opponent, the more excited Mo Junchou became, as a killer, either killing the target or being the target killer, he already saw life and death very lightly, he used to kill, he was absolutely clean and neat, there would never be any woman's kindness, even if he appeared in a dignified manner this time, he would not show the slightest mercy to his subordinates.

He is a killer and was born to kill.

The sword is pneumatic, and the killing machine is rising, and the bloody aura just now is gone, and at this moment, there is only a thick murderous aura in this sky, such as the air is fused, and there is only a killing rage between heaven and earth.

The two figures moved almost at the same moment, Mo Junchou had a sharp sword in his hand, almost invincible in the world, and he was full of spirit, he could be called a martial idiot.

Taking martial arts as an obsession and killing as a path, this is the shortcut to his promotion, the stronger the opponent, the faster the improvement.

Ning Caichen moved, his body rushed over like an arrow, and behind him he was like a tide in the water, holding five flying swords condensed with qi, that is, the Wuji Spirit Sword, the heart moved, the sword was like a dancing flying dragon, the killing momentum was formed, and the strong collided.

Mo Junchou was also condensed in his heart, slightly discolored, and couldn't help but murmur softly: "Condensing with emptiness, he is indeed a master." ”

"Ten Kills!"

Mo Junchou's sword moves have long been forgotten, in his life experience as a killer, he created his own three swordsmanship, integrating the essence of a hundred swordsmanship, that is, ten kills, a hundred kills, a thousand kills, one move is more ruthless than one move, counting the ancient martial arts today, there are not many people who can take his three swords.

Although he returned to the hermitage and became a farmer, his sword never fell, but with the indifference of his state of mind, it became stronger and stronger, and it was the first time in more than ten years that he shot so earnestly, eager to smell the blood.

"Ding Ding Ding-" A few times, the two of them shook and staggered by.

It's just a formula, and both of them know that the other party is an extremely strong master.

Mo Junchou laughed and shouted: "Okay, good, finally meet a real opponent, young man, look at my hundred killing moves, your sword can turn fiction into reality, but it can't stop my kaleidoscopic changes!" ”

Ning Caichen didn't laugh, yes, although he fought against a demigod-level master like Huang Tianbiao, it was extremely easy, it turned out that the real master was still hidden in the people, and after thousands of years, the essence of some powerful forces was still preserved, and Mo Junchou in front of him was a powerful swordsman.

He has gone beyond the boundaries of the killer and stepped into the realm of the grandmaster.

Killing to ascension, this is a way that is not accepted by orthodoxy, so he is also an outlier in the eyes of others, and is not accepted by the ancient martial arts world.

A Hundred Kills!

The prosperity of the sword qi has increased again, and Ning Caichen did not expect that there is such a sword art in the world, even if it was a thousand years ago, his master Yan Chixia may not be able to achieve such a sword speed, since Mo Junchou was born, he has only lived for the sword all his life, has no wife, no children and no daughters, and has been lonely all his life.

Ning Caichen knew that it was not easy to defeat such an opponent.

Hundreds of cold stars, little by little, the sky at this moment turned into a colorful glow because of Mo Junchou's sword, but when the cold star came, Ning Caichen knew what a powerful killing machine this was.

The five spiritual qi sword intents all unfolded, forming ten cold plums of different sizes, flying in the air, dispelling these cold stars, but Ning Caichen found that Mo Junchou's sword was too fast, the cold stars had not passed away, and the sword marks in all directions had completely surrounded him.

Reborn in two lifetimes, he discovered for the first time that a man's sword could reach such a state.

Looking up to the sky and roaring, roaring violently, and with a stretch of his arms, the golden flying dragon and the black demon dragon appeared at the same time, forming two anomalies of one gold and one black, and Ning Caichen's two arms formed two completely different powers.

Mo Junchou's face changed greatly, and he didn't need to hide the murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and at the same time shouted: "A thousand killing moves!" ”

I thought that I had seen the truth of this young man clearly, but now I found out that there was a more powerful power in his body, and this kind of black and golden dragon two completely different powers appeared, even he was shocked.

All kinds of sword intent were scattered by the wild swing of his arms, but the few remaining sword bodies still cut Ning Caichen's clothes, and the broken clothes flew around, and his upper body was already **, and a bloody wound appeared on his chest.

"Caichen, be careful!"

No one thought that Su Yunfei in the car would rush over at this time, she had been paying attention to Ning Caichen, in the face of this powerful killing battle, she was a weak woman who didn't understand it very well, but when she saw Ning Caichen's wounds, she knew that her beloved man was injured.

At this moment, she forgot everything, she just wanted to rush to Ning Caichen's side, even if she couldn't help anything, but she could die with him, this was her only thought.

It's just that she doesn't know how dangerous this idea can be.