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With a roar, a group of bandits rushed out of the grove and rushed towards Su Zhong with their swords held high. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Su Zhong stood in the middle of the mountain road, his face expressionless. Each of these bandits was at least a third-rate martial artist, and there were even more than a dozen second-rate martial artists. It's not like a different grass can be compared. This must be one of the forces.

If an ordinary person encounters the siege of more than 100 warriors, even an innate martial artist can only adopt roundabout tactics. Use light power to open the distance, and use the gap in the realm to kill point by point. Relying on deep internal force, these people are slowly grinding to death. But what they encountered was Su Chong.

With a burst of shouts, Su Chong's power burst out like flowing water from the soles of his feet, and disappeared in place in an instant.

Momentum!

Like an angry arrow, Su Chong turned into a black shadow and suddenly rushed into the crowd of more than a hundred bandits.

The black-pressed crowd was like a piece of butter, and Su Zhong was a red-hot sharp knife. In the blink of an eye, Su Zhong pierced through the crowd.

Puff puff......

Everywhere he passed, shattered body tissues, a puddle of blood, suddenly threw into the air. A blood-red path spread behind Su Chong.

The bandit who kept rushing forward seemed to have pressed the stop button, and the sword in his hand froze in place.

The second master's eyes were round, and the warmth on his face made his hair stand on end. A faint fishy smell came, and he knew that it was the smell of blood. Turning his head slowly, the second master seemed to hear the sound of his neck clicking. As far as the eye can see, it is blood-red!

It turned out that more than thirty people were killed in just one collision!

The greed** that had just been aroused by Peng Lianshan suddenly disappeared cleanly.

Peng Lianshan's eyes contracted suddenly, he knew that the blood-clothed monk was powerful, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful. Su Chong's speed was so fast just now that he could only see a trace of afterimage? Only then did he think of how terrible it was for a person who could dye his red robe with the blood of his fellow Daoists in the northern green forest.

He suddenly felt remorseful that he shouldn't have come this time. Even if he became an innate martial artist, he couldn't kill more than thirty of his subordinates as easily as Su Chong.

Run!

has been a bandit for half his life, Peng Lianshan has a brutal temperament, but he is never impulsive. Everything is possible only if you are alive. Peng Lianshan turned his head and left, ignoring the more than 100 henchmen behind the catalpa family. Although these people are copycat elites.

The corner of the second master's eyes swept to Peng Lianshan's back, and his heart was cold. The big boss ran away? Where did he dare to hesitate, and without saying hello, he rushed forward directly. The big bosses have all run away, what are they staying for? Waiting to die?

A group of thieves were already stupid by Su Chong, and when they saw that the second master had escaped, where would they stay desperate. They are a bunch of outlaws, who come together for money, and there is no possibility of unity.

They ran fast, and Su Chong's movements were faster. He suddenly appeared in the middle of the crowd. The two directions are unfolding, and there is no enemy at all. Su Chongchong killed extremely violently, and the people he hit were all mutilated.

In a few moments, all the bandits fell to the ground. Even the second-in-command, a first-class martial artist, did not escape the fate of being killed. He was smashed in the skull by Su Chong's fist.

Su Chong's black clothes were not stained with a trace of blood, and the expression on his face did not change from beginning to end. It was as if he had killed more than 100 people with his own hands, and it had no effect on him. Turning his head and glancing at a mountain top in the distance, Su Chong disappeared in place out of thin air, and he still had to chase and kill Peng Lianshan.

Guo Hang lay on the ground tightly, beads of sweat falling from his forehead. He is the one who catches fast with a cold face, but where is he still confident and proud at this time. He was ordered to come to observe Su Chong's strength, but he was frightened by Su Chong's ruthlessness.

Guo Hang has never underestimated Su Chong, and his strength in being able to kill the four villains cannot be underestimated. Before coming, he deduced the results of the battle more than once. He put himself in Su Chong's position, knowing that these people couldn't help Su Chong.

He can take down these bandits at some cost himself. But he never thought that Su Chong would completely kill the other party so quickly. This is not a level of battle at all, this is a slaughter!

The martial arts master has strong individual combat effectiveness, and can be placed in the sea of tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of people on the battlefield, and the innate master has to be hated. More than 100 second- and third-rate martial artists besieged him, and he could only adopt roundabout tactics and slowly circle with these people. But what about Su Chong?

Looking at the red from the mountain road, Guo Hang's face turned pale. Is this the person you and others are going to deal with? He has long lived up to his initial self-confidence. Guo Hang is often glad that he and the others did not rashly confront Su Chong. Under Su Chong's ghostly figure, even if he can kill the other party, he will definitely suffer heavy losses.

It was still Lord Liu who was clever and did not move, letting Murong Fu and the blood-clothed monk die to death. Guo Hang thought of Murong Fu and the others who were still drinking and having fun, and couldn't help but gloat. Those so-called chivalrous men who talk loudly would never have imagined that the blood-clothed monk was not a lamb to be slaughtered, but a colorful tiger.

You must tell the news to Lord Liu as soon as possible, and maybe you don't have to wait for someone to do it yourself. You can destroy both sides at the same time!

Guo Hang got up, and with palpitations, he glanced at the mountain road that was stained black and red with blood. Thinking of Su Chong's last indifferent look, he couldn't help but shudder. The Blood-Cloaked Monk has definitely discovered himself, and the Blood-Cloaked Monk's strength must be repositioned!

Peng Lianshan didn't say a word, the inner qi of the dantian was tumbling endlessly, and the light work was transported to the extreme. Every step he takes must step out of a straight line, without the slightest deviation. The distance of each straight line is exactly the same as if measured with a ruler.

"Murong Fu really has bad intentions, where is this ordinary martial artist? He's sending me to death! Peng Lianshan's heart was full of anger.

He didn't know how many of his men were left, and even if he could come back, he wouldn't dare to use them. Ran away alone, these people are not against the sky? If you can't say when you're going to stab yourself.

"Damn Murong Fu." Peng Lianshan made up his mind that as long as he had the opportunity, he would definitely take revenge and come back. As for making the truth public. He never thought about it. If you lose so much, how can others not have a loss. If you are unlucky, everyone will be unlucky together. He is very much looking forward to the fate of the green forest tycoon who goes south with him.

He knew the greedy and cruel nature of these people, and once he knew that his power was greatly damaged, he would definitely attack them in groups and divide up his own territory. It would be better if you ended up with yourself. That's how it's balanced.

Peng Lianshan had a lot of thoughts, and suddenly a black shadow broke into his eyes. He was startled and immediately stopped. I don't know when, a figure appeared out of thin air not far in front of him!

Blood-clad monk!

"It's really worthy of being a blood-clothed monk, and it's really good to do light work." Peng Lian Kill suppressed the surprise in his heart, and his scarred face pulled out a terrifying smile.

"I'm just bewitched by Murong Fu, the two of us fighting, isn't it right in the hands of those people. How can we stop, and we can even join forces. I'm in the dark, and Murong Fu was caught off guard. Peng Lianshan said in a matter.

"And you've killed so many of my men, that's enough. I'm not going to pursue it, but how about the compensation for my offense? Peng Lianshan's eyes suddenly shot out a fine light.

Now is the time!

The long sword at his waist suddenly came out of the sheath, and with the help of the scabbard, the sword was extremely fast, leaving only an afterimage in the air. There was a humming sound on the blade, and a pale yellow fluorescence emerged from the long sword. Turning into an earthy yellow sword aura, it suddenly shot towards Su Zhong from the bottom up.

Peng Lianshan's face was full of cruelty. As soon as he fled, he was not afraid of Su Chong. Peng Lianshan thought that as long as he paid some price, he would be able to kill Su Chong. The reason why I ran away before was just the result of years of caution from thieves. Without complete certainty, he wasn't going to do it.

But now that Su Chong stopped in front of him, he had to make a move. As for the stoppage, or even joining forces, he never thought about it. It's all just stalling for time.

The sword technique he cultivated was called the Zhenyue Sword, which was a secret book he obtained during a raid. The moves of this sword technique are simple, but the internal strength and heart method are quite mysterious. By contemplating the heavy and pure inner qi cultivated by contemplating the majestic mountains, his strength had already been stronger than that of the masters of the same realm. And after being promoted to the innate level, he discovered a big secret of Zhenyue Sword.

As he stored his strength, the thicker the sword qi he struck, and even had the momentum of a mountain. In the face of his sword qi, not only must he resist the powerful destructive force, but also bear the spiritual oppression!

The earthy yellow sword qi was as fast as the wind, cutting through the ground and moving forward quickly, and where it passed, a ravine clearly appeared on the ground, like a crack in the event of an earthquake.

Su Chong's face couldn't help but show surprise. He thought that the other party was just an ordinary enemy. Even though he saw that the other party was innate in cultivation, he still didn't take it to heart. Kumachi is also a congenital powerhouse, even a congenital leader. Aren't you still being killed by him?

Peng Lianshan? Who is that, there is no such small role in Tianlong Babu.

But when the earthy yellow sword qi came to his face, Su Zhong suddenly felt that the thin sword qi seemed to have turned into a towering mountain. The sky collapsed and fell head-on. He finally knew what it was like for Tarzan to collapse.

Subconsciously, Su Chong had a feeling of turning around and running away.

Fortunately, his mental power is extremely strong, and this feeling is suppressed in an instant. The right hand slashed down diagonally, without dodging or dodging, and slashed at the side of the earthy yellow sword qi.

Bang!

The sword qi was like glass, and it exploded into powder in an instant.

How can it be?! How could a human hand shatter the innate sword qi?!

Peng Lianshan's eyes widened. This is a sword that he has been accumulating for a long time, and it almost consumed most of his internal qi, and it was so easily broken up by the other party? The Zhenyue Sword Qi, which he coveted and had high hopes for, didn't work at all.

Before he could react, a black shadow had already come to him.

Not good!

His wrist flipped, and the long sword hurriedly slashed down. But Su Chong's fist was faster, and it suddenly drilled out of Peng Lianshan's chest. Peng Lianshan was hit hard and flew back in an instant. The long sword flew out of his hand, rolled several times, and with a pop, it was inserted into the ground on the side of Peng Lianshan's neck.

Peng Lianshan was frightened by the long sword that was close at hand, and as long as the blade was deflecting for one minute, it could immediately cut through the major artery on the side of his neck.

"Young man spare his life!" Peng Lianshan ignored his injuries, got up one by one, knelt in front of Su Zhong and kowtowed like pounding garlic. Where is the face full of scars, there is still a little hideous, full of flattery.

If you don't die, you must have the value of being immortal. From the moment Su Chong lightly shattered his sword qi with his bare hands, he knew how outrageous his previous thoughts were. This kind of hard resistance to innate sword qi is not so powerful even if Shaolin King Kong is not bad. It's ridiculous that I thought about killing each other at some cost before!

"What kind of exercises are you practicing?" Su Zhong stared at this Peng Lianshan. The feeling of a mountain collapsing was still clear, and Su Chong was sure that it was definitely not an illusion. Sword Intent! This must be sword intent! He was still thinking about how to cultivate sword intent before, but he didn't expect Peng Lianshan to appear directly in front of him.

"Zhenyue Sword. I practice the Zhenyue Sword, and if you need it, I will write it to you immediately. As long as the young man can bypass my life. Peng Lianshan poured beans in a bamboo tube without any hesitation.