"Boom~" A wall collapsed with a bang, and Chen Ji stepped into it from the broken wall, followed by Tang Long.

This is a prison cell, and there are Chinese people in the cell, Chinese people, and even Africans! Oh, I read it wrong, it's a dark-skinned Chinese.

The two of them went straight to the front of a cell at the very end, which was a secret iron cell. There are three people in it, who are the three? Of course, it is the little friend of Chen Ji at the beginning of the mutation, Xi Yue, Feng Xiaobai, and Wen Xiaoran.

"Boom~" The iron gate was kicked away by Chen Ji, and the two stepped into it. There were three iron pillars in the cell, and the three imprisoned people were nailed to them. The blood had already soaked the bodies of the three people, and the sound of breaking through the wall and kicking the iron door to enter just now did not wake up the unconscious three.

Chen Ji walked up to them and looked closer, a touch of servility appeared on his face. He patted Tang Long on the shoulder and said, "You carry the three of them out, and I will take this base of this Japanese country!" ”

"No problem." After listening to Tang Long's words, Chen Ji's left hand touched the godhead ring in his right hand, pulled out the blood pattern gun, and walked quickly outside.

"Eight Tooth Road!" As soon as I went out, I met more than a dozen patrolling samurai squads, and the level of this group of people was not low, there were more than forty levels. But in the face of pseudo-demigods, these are nothingness.

In the face of these ants, Chen Ji didn't even bother to use the blood pattern gun, and directly made this group of guys enter a nightmare with a single look.

"The most powerful breath is in the north." Chen Ji grinned and took two steps towards the north.

At the same time, the strongest person in the base of this day also felt that something was wrong. A bald man looked at a woman in front of him and said, "I'll go out for a while." Remember to wait for me to come back. ”

"You badass. I will. The woman kissed the bald man's forehead and said coquettishly.

(Don't ask me why I want to send Chinese, I translated it in Japanese!) ）

The bald man stood up, picked up the knife in front of the bed, and stepped out of the door. The soundproofing of this room is quite good, and you can't hear what is being said from the outside, and the people outside can't hear what the people inside are saying. But because of this, he didn't hear the crying and helpless call in the hallway just now.

Now he heard the helpless cry of the patron in the hallway. A depressing, depressing atmosphere followed. The bald man pulled the sword out of its scabbard and cautiously walked forward. But as soon as he stepped out of the corridor, he was greeted by a pungent smell of blood.

The smell of blood came from the main hall, where the severed limbs of the samurai could be seen everywhere, and the blood stained the floor red. And in the center, Chen Ji was looking at the bald man with a cold face.

"Who are you?" There was an outsider here, and the bald man immediately became vigilant, and angrily reprimanded in Mandarin: "Why did you appear in our Emperor's Pavilion." ”

"A Japanese who can speak Chinese?" Chen Ji grinned at the corners of his mouth, holding the body of the blood pattern gun in his right hand, and walked forward, explaining as he walked: "You captured my people. And they were tortured for that alone. I can't let you go! ”

"So I'm here for revenge!" As he spoke, the bald man took out the Chen Ji attribute panel and looked at it, and then laughed loudly: "A level 30 rookie actually dares to provoke General Ben, you are looking for death!" As soon as the words fell, the bald man's eyes flashed with coldness, his body bowed, and he held the sword in both hands to make a fighting posture.

The bald man was not so stupid, thinking that Chen Ji was just an ordinary level 30 weakling. Would an ordinary level 30 weak person be able to easily enter the interior of the Emperor's Palace? Even a level sixty powerhouse can't get in, the bald man thinks that this weak man must have an accomplice, and now he is hiding in the shadows, ready to give himself a fatal blow. But he was wrong, Chen Ji didn't need any accomplices in the first place!

"Hum~" Chen Ji held the blood pattern gun in his right hand and kept stabbing forward. The speed is extremely fast, stabbing out spear flowers in the air, but this seventy-eight-level bald man is not bad, and the speed of swinging the sword is several times faster than Tang Long! If it weren't for the fact that Chen Ji had fully awakened the nightmare profession, I'm afraid it would really be a little hard to see.

"Boom~" Every shot of Chen Ji's one hand was slashed by the knife and rubbed against the wall. The power of the pseudo-demigods is terrifying, and the mere touch can crack the wall. Since there was a large amount of blood hidden in the walls, blood poured out of the cracks and poured into the main hall.

"Heavenly Thorn!" The bald man also felt that he had underestimated Chen Ji, and now the other party could suppress himself to death with just one hand. Thinking about it, he had already used his skills and stabbed forward.

As a dashing skill, the Sky Spike is extremely fast and has the ability to break defenses.

"Boom~" Chen Ji didn't move, the sword was inlaid in the middle of the blood-colored armor, and he couldn't move forward a little.

Chen Ji looked at the bald man coldly and asked softly, "Are there any other moves?" Manage! ”

In the face of Chen Ji's taunt, the bald man kicked Chen Ji in the chest, and pulled the sword out of his armor with both hands. The blade was drawn, and the blood-colored armor was instantly restored.

"The scorching sun that never sets!" The bald man used his skill again, and six pairs of hands appeared behind his back, each with a sword. Behind his neck, a scorching sun floated, emitting bursts of flames.

"Boom, boom~" Seven swords slashed at the same time, slashing at all parts of Chen Ji's body in a non-stop direction.

Chen Ji closed his eyes, pestled the blood-streaked spear on the ground, and stretched out his left hand to block in the air.

"Qiang ~ Qiang ~ Qiang ~" The sound of metallic texture was accompanied by sparks in the hall, and in just ten seconds, the bald man had already cut out more than a thousand knives! He was already experiencing night sweats behind his back, and his physical strength was even more declining.

What the hell is he! It doesn't hurt to cut like this. The longer he cuts, the more frightened the bald man becomes, the defenses of this eyeless young man in front of him are really amazing! It can even be compared to the hardness of the country's protector artifact 'Grass Beach Sword'!

Chen Ji looked at the bald man and smiled contemptuously and said, "Your speed is too slow, can you be faster?" ”

The bald man was stunned for a moment, and his knife-wielding hands gradually began to slow down.

Chen Ji opened his eyes abruptly and said, "Fall into an endless nightmare." As soon as the words fell, his eyes flashed with a black light, and he stared at the bald man.

The bald man's eyes instantly enlarged, and the whole person collapsed weakly on the ground. His lips trembled slightly, and he whispered: "Daughter, I didn't mean to kill you!" Really, let me go! Don't be here. ”

Listening to the bald man's words, Chen Ji couldn't help but be stunned, echoing the hottest place in the world before the mutation. Tokyo fever, this bald man shouldn't do anything to his daughter, right? Chen Ji shook his head helplessly, just as he wanted to leave. The entire hall suddenly began to shake, and a sound came from the bottom of the hall.

"I will sacrifice your blood for my !!" (To be continued.) )