Chapter 362: Who Can Stop Me?

The appearance of the blade, although Qi Yu and the others were quite shocked, but now they are ready to fly, and there must be an injury when the two tigers fight, Zhu Wenting is a sharp blade that restrains the blade!

However, Qi Yu was not sure in his heart, after all, after so many years, he didn't know if Zhu Wenting's strength had increased, but the strength of the blade was a thousand miles a day, many years ago, the two of them were indeed half a catty and eight taels, but now it is difficult to say which is weaker and which is stronger.

"Blade, today, is your time of death."

Qi Yu said in a deep voice.

"Oh? Is it? I don't think so, I think you have to die, because then I'll go back and make a mess with Nanbatian. Today, no one wants to leave here alive. ”

The blade is full of confidence and arrogance, and it has always corresponded to strength, and if you don't have the ability, even if you are arrogant, you will be beaten back to your original form.

"If you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, and if you kill countless people, God will not sit idly by."

Wang Chao said.

"I don't believe in God, I only believe in myself."

As soon as the blade's voice fell, he stepped out and rushed directly to Zhu Wenting, Zhu Wenting's hands were sealed, overwhelming the momentum of the mountains and seas, and the blade shook together, the knife did not come out, and the knife came first, Zhu Wenting made a Buddha mudra, the two were evenly matched, and no one took advantage of it, but Zhu Wenting felt a little nervous, because this guy obviously did not exert all his strength, but he had already used nine successes, this battle will definitely be a vicious battle!

Blade's eyes turned, the corners of his mouth smiled, and the long knife went straight in, crossing through, and the momentum was amazing.

The scabbard came out, spun through, and smashed directly at Zhu Wenting, who kicked in the air, kicked the scabbard away, turned around to meet it, the blade's knife became as fast as the wind at this moment, and the lightning shot out, cutting off all Zhu Wenting's retreat almost instantly, Zhu Wenting put her hands together, and held the long knife with great mercy and compassion, but the breath of the blade forced him back, Zhu Wenting took a few steps back, and finally stepped on the bluestone slab, and stepped out of a footprint.

Zhu Wenting gritted her teeth and was angry, and bounced off the blade's knife with her backhand, and started with a chain of feet, lightning speed, and sharp leg skills, forcing the blade to fight and retreat, the battle between the two was quite fierce, and there was no room for maneuver, injuring the enemy one thousand and losing eight hundred, Zhu Wenting did not hesitate, if he didn't use this method, he knew that it would be a difficult thing for him to gain the upper hand.

The blade of the blade is getting faster and faster, and it is becoming more and more terrifying, but Zhu Wenting is getting more and more unsustainable, and she is forced by the blade to have only room for defense.

"Twenty years, you still haven't grown, this is disappointing me!"

Blade shook his head, and slashed Huashan with a single sword, sweeping the heavenly army, Zhu Wenting dodged a knife, but was hit by the back of the blade, and a bloody mark was drawn on his arm, and his face was extremely ugly. Twenty years, the strength of the blade has long ceased to be a bloodline master, but has broken through to the god vein master, Zhu Wenting knows that he is far from his opponent, the more he fights, the more frightened he becomes, and the more he finds that he can't compete with him at all.

"You actually broke through to the Divine Vein Master!"

Zhu Wenting was unwilling, her face was pale, she gritted her teeth, it was already difficult to kill him!

"Twenty years ago, if it wasn't for Su Tianting stopping me, you would have died, and twenty years later, you are still so useless, a waste, and living is a waste of food, go die!"

The blade opened and closed, the momentum was violent, where the blade passed, the air exploded, the knife swept the world, no one could stop it, the moment Zhu Wenting turned around, he was slashed on the back by the blade twice, and blood flowed sideways.

"I'm not reconciled!"

Zhu Wenting held the knife in both hands, blood stained the blade, Zhu Wenting was forced to retreat again and again, and her face became even paler.

"Yes, Lao Zhu may not be the opponent of the blade. Over the years, the strength of the blade has improved by leaps and bounds, but Lao Zhu is depressed and neglected to cultivate, I am afraid that the gap between him and the blade is getting bigger and bigger. ”

Qi Yu thought in his heart, why didn't he think of it? The events of that year hit Lao Zhu quite hard, he had no intention of cultivating, and the confrontation with the blade would definitely suffer.

"Waste is always waste, give me death!"

The blade's eyes were like knives, and the long knife went straight in, directly picking up Zhu Wenting, and the injuries on Zhu Wenting's body were getting more and more serious. The defeat is like a mountain, and Zhu Wenting is the same, although he is extremely angry and resentful, but even if he turns his grief and anger into strength, he cannot be the opponent of the blade.

"Amitabha, the Buddha Gate Pure Land, please don't kill anyone."

A melodious Buddha horn sounded, like a morning bell and dusk drum ringing in the ears of several people, a Buddha handprint was struck, and the blade was evenly matched, and the two took a few steps back.

"Presiding."

Zhu Wenting spit out a mouthful of blood and said in amazement.

"Old monk, do you want to be nosy?" The blade was furious, he was about to succeed, but he was hindered by this old monk, and now he is afraid that it is impossible to kill Qi Yu and Zhu Wenting.

"This is the pure land of Buddhism, as a disciple of Buddhism, Lao Wei should maintain the tranquility of my Buddhism, and please leave the donor, do not disturb the tranquility of my Jiming Temple."

The old monk said lightly, Blade's face was gloomy, but he had to let go, at this time, the old monk would never stand by and watch, and it would be himself who would suffer when the time came.

"Count your luck, the green mountains do not change the green water, Qi Yu, as long as you are in Nanjing for a day, I will come to take your life."

The blade turned away, coming and going like the wind.

"Thank you, host." Zhu Wenting looked at the old monk and said with a solemn face. Qi Yu and Wang Chao also looked at the old monk in front of him and expressed their gratitude.

"This is the scope of the Jiming Temple, so naturally I can't sit idly by. You are restless, for twenty years, it has been like this, your eyes have explained a qiē, you are not over, your heart is innumerable, if you walk out of the Jiming Temple this time, you can untie the knot, you are always welcome here, but if you still can't forget the things in the world, I advise you not to come back. The so-called ordination is not something you can do without a home in your heart, you have to jump out of the world, not in the five elements, you can see the world clearly. Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing originally, where to stir up dust. Let's go, let's go. ”

After the old monk finished speaking, he turned around and left, and returned to the Jiming Temple.

Zhu Wenting was stunned there, and her expression became more and more strict, the words of the host, such as the Sanskrit sound of the empty valley, made Zhu Wenting deafened, he understood these words himself, but from the mouths of others, he seemed to have a trace of enlightenment.

"The master is right, I don't seem to belong here."

Zhu Wenting muttered.

"Tomorrow, there will be helpers coming, and when the time comes, you join forces, I don't believe it, I can't kill this blade!"

Qi Yu said viciously. For them, Blade is a traitor, but in a sense, Blade left them after Su Tianting's death, and he is not a traitor, everyone has their own ambitions and cannot be forced, but today, these old brothers of the year are standing on the opposite side.

On the outskirts of Nanjing, an abandoned old factory is surrounded by wilderness as far as the eye can see, covered in a thin layer of snow.

Here, there is a fire battle of nearly 3,000 people, this is the largest bloody battle in recent days, the blade rode alone, led 800 people, and carried the offensive of 2,000 people. And dozens of people were killed by Blade alone, and countless people were injured. Qi Yu and Wang Chao and others are becoming more and more anxious, if this continues, even if they occupy the advantage of a large number of people, it is completely impossible to be the opponent of this group of people, the most important thing is that there is a grapevine that there are still a thousand people who are rushing here, and they will arrive in less than half an hour.

Blade alone is a tens of millions of troops, no one can shake it, Wang Chao and Zhu Wenting joined forces, and they can barely suppress the impact of the blade, otherwise, as soon as this guy enters the crowd, he will be like a wolf entering a flock, no one can stop him, at this moment, the blade is like a prison blood demon god descending, the means are ferocious, and the killing is like hemp!

In the end, Wang Chao and Zhu Wenting were forced to retreat again by the blade, after all, both of them were injured, and the blade once again killed into the crowd, thousands of people fought and donated blood all over the place, and on the snow-white wilderness, all that was left was a tragic blood.

"This is not the way to go, we are afraid that we will be dragged to death by the blade, as soon as their men arrive, we will definitely lose, and now it seems that if we do not occupy the advantage of the number of people, it is completely impossible for us to block the blade."

Wang Chao said in a low voice, and the people present were extremely solemn.

"Why hasn't the bald man come back yet?" Qi Yujiao was anxious, the bald head Biao never came back, and the blade was even more difficult to meet the opponent and no one could stop him, hundreds of people surrounded him, as if entering a no-man's land, killing in and out. If it goes on like this, he doesn't need to kill many people, the army's heart is scattered, no matter how many Qi Yu and others are, it is impossible to defeat the people led by the blade, Nan Batian's move to defeat the enemy and contain Qi Yu with the blade, so that Qi Yu is really in a dilemma.

"If only Su Chen were still here."

Wang Chao muttered.

At this moment, the ugliness and sorrow of human nature are fully revealed, and human life is like a mustard, and there is a line between life and death. The most primitive cold weapons and real guns have stimulated the momentum of this group of hot-blooded men.

The blade looked at each other coldly, and the knife skills were like a stream, and one by one, people kept falling at his feet. However, at this very moment, a figure rushed into the crowd from behind thousands of people, and no one could stand still in the place where it passed.

"What's going on? The man with the blade seems to be running in all directions. ”

Qi Yu, Wang Chao and the others all frowned, but the battle of thousands of people, except for the shouts of killing, except for blood, they couldn't see it at all.

As more and more people fell, the morale of both sides also went down, and although these people didn't know who it was, they knew that this person was obviously here to help them. The man of the blade, in less than five minutes, actually fell down three hundred people, no matter how powerful the blade is, it is impossible to really fight against two thousand people, he is also aware of this.

At this time, I don't know who shouted:

"Su Chen, it's Su Chen! Su Chen is back. ”

Su Chen held the dragon in his hand, struck with a heavy sword, and even directly shot several people away, ordinary weapons, and even directly bent and interrupted, and the people who were hit by the heavy sword were extremely spitting blood, losing their combat effectiveness, and life and death were unpredictable.

Gradually, in front of Su Chen, no one even dared to approach, because they were all retreating step by step, looking at this young man in the middle with a frightened heart. This is the real place to pass, not a single grass grows!

Kill the gods of the world, and the blood stains the sky!

Su Chen grinned, a sky-high killing intent burst out of his eyes, and the blade, in his eyes, was already a dead man.

"Who, can stop me?"

Su Chen came out with a sword, the sword momentum was like a torrent of waves, angry bullfighting, like a killing god possessed, sweeping the universe!