Chapter 119 Bloodstained Qingling Mountain 28

Looking at the large group of monks chasing behind him, Yang Chen was a little speechless. That guy hurt himself, but no matter what, since someone is willing to play with him, he won't be too lonely, of course, he is still further evaluating the danger of that person, he can let himself leave so confidently, and he is not afraid of running away, that is to say, the other party has enough strength and brains, no matter whether it is a wise choice for him to let Yang Chen leave, but the feeling he gives Yang Chen is like this, dangerous!

Of course, if Yang Chen encounters such a thing himself, he will not let the other party leave under normal circumstances, after all, he is no longer the kind of person who has only lived for ten years, and the two lives of being a person have made him see through some things that are just floating clouds, such as dying to save face.

Yang Chen didn't want to be encircled, but the monks who were chasing him everywhere also rushed after hearing the news.

After he pretended to be Sandao, he didn't look like he was being chased and killed, but like a person who was chasing and killing, the large army chasing him was more in front of him, and he originally wanted to turn around and break through to the periphery of Qingling Mountain, so that he could avoid many stronger monks, but once he went out, the battle might not be so freewheeling and enjoyable, and he was unwilling, because the conditions here were indeed more suitable, so he also knew that he would move forward in a roundabout way, and he would hide and kill while hiding.

"Hmph, the Blood Fiend is all around here, destroying all possible hiding places. ”

So dozens of monks took action, smashed the boulders next to them, knocked down the big trees around them, and the trees were shattered.

Thundered

The loud noise continued, but the Blood Demon did not appear, but just when everyone thought that Yang Chen might have fled elsewhere, an angry curse suddenly sounded in the billowing dust and smoke;

"Your uncle, don't be so desperate!"

A few screams followed in the billowing smoke, and the monks' divine senses caught a fast-moving person, needless to say, a blood demon.

"Be careful, he's here, surround him. ”

"Kill!"

"Kill"

Although there was nothing to be seen in the smoke, the monks' eyes were more able to identify who the blood demon was, so the monks roared into the smoke.

Jingle Bell!

Ping Pong!

Bang bang bang

Ahh

The sound of weapons and fists and feet was endless, and the screams were continuous.

"Throat Locker!"

"A sword asks the sky!"

"Wave Removal Stick Method!"

"Chain legs. ”

The shouts of killing shook the sky.

"Die!"

Yang Chen's voice came out of the smoke, bang, bang, and with a muffled sound, I saw one by one unconscious monks flying out of the smoke, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

"Bloodseeker, die. ”

"Back to the Horse Gun"

A monk behind him saw the opportunity and slapped Yang Chen's vest with a palm, but at this moment, Yang Chen slashed the head of a qi cultivator with a sword, and when he was a thousand gold, he turned sharply and slashed the monk's heart with a sword.

His incredible turn made the monk who was sneaking up behind him not react for a while, and before his high palm could attack Yang Chen, a sword had already pierced into his heart.

"Poof, back to the carbine?it should be a swordsmanship......

With a crooked neck, he fell to the ground and died.

"Damn, I'm going to die and find fault with Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu likes this name. Phew!"

Of course, this kind of easiest and most effective attack that instantly finds the most suitable according to the mood of the battle is based on the fact that many exercises have been mastered and familiar in a large number of battles, so the usual programmed practice of the exercises over and over again is not to stick to the rules, but to be able to apply them flexibly in actual combat.

"Bloodseeker, you wicked man, take your life. ”

A three-pronged iron claw suddenly appeared in front of Yang Chen, menacing, the timing was also very accurate, and the attack was also very vicious, the iron claw flashed with a cold cold light, Yang Chen just glanced at it and knew that this iron claw must be poisonous.

Moreover, one end of this iron claw was not the monk's arm, but a long chain, and the sound of golden rats colliding was endless.

Seeing this attack, Yang Chen's heart tightened, and the tip of the sword flicked this iron claw slightly, and with the help of the force from the iron claw, he jumped lightly, blocking this iron claw attack while avoiding a whistling leg shadow from the left attack.

Yang Chen's body spun a few times to a wooden stick lying flat in the air, swung the sword into a shadow, and ejected those attacks that didn't come from nowhere, and at the same time, the iron claw galloped again, Yang Chen's eyes were cold in the hurry, and the tip of the sword tapped this iron claw again in the rapid rotation, but the strength on this iron claw was also amazing, although Yang Chen's four or two thousand catties were not very well applied, it was not a problem to remove the opponent's general attack, but despite this, he still felt that his arm was numb.

Scold!

Yang Chen roared, and with the help of this force, he jumped up again, as high as ten zhang, and the dust and smoke came out, and the dust and smoke carried behind him made Yang Chen look like a flying machine wearing exhaust gas at this time.

Gently flipping in the air to adjust the balance of the body, a golden rooster independently maintained a state of fighting, the long sword in his hand was suspended in front of him, and several French printing brushes flew out from his fingertips, shining brightly.

"Hey, hey, Uncle Ben is going to give you a big meal. Sword Shadow!"

Yang Daxian pretended to laugh a few times in the air, and his body had slowly fallen, and at this moment, with a roar of sword shadows, the long sword in front of him suddenly differentiated into dozens of sword shadows.

Woohoo

Several figures also killed Yang Chen like a flying machine with exhaust gas like Yang Chen, Yang Chen was condescending, sneered, the sword shadow surrounded him, his feet were lightly, his body was reversed, his head was down, and he made a muffled sound when he stepped on the air, and his body was like an arrow from the string and killed it fiercely.