Chapter Eighty-Seven: Purple Sword Light, Red Blood Light

Where did this adversary come from? Is he really human? Many of the soldiers thought so, but they had to go up and stab this obviously plain but terrifying young man with their swords. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Die, Adversary!" Many people shouted, and soldiers kept coming from the ships next to them, swinging their swords at Su Zhu and slashing.

"That's right, I'm the devil." Su Zhu responded with a smile, and then with another punch, he directly knocked the three soldiers into the water of the Wanqing River.

There were more soldiers on the huge ships, and many of the archers aimed their arrows at Su Zhu, seemingly not caring at all if they would accidentally injure friendly soldiers.

Su Zhu jumped high, and the heavy force stepped the boat under his feet into the river, and the mist filled the sky, and his whole person rose into the sky, and jumped into the deck of the building ship.

The deck was very strong, but under the strength of Su Zhu's landing, many soldiers and commanders, sailors, and helmsmen looked over in horror, panicked looking for weapons.

Some of the handyman logisticians also picked up some sticks and the like, and although they couldn't change anything, they were able to give them some sense of security.

Before the real thing is confronted, these valiant soldiers can fantasize unbridledly, and they can mistakenly overestimate their own courage. But once the real confrontation came, once the demon stood in front of them, these soldiers were horrified to find that they could not even have the courage to stand.

The river beneath the boat was already stained red, the smell of blood was strong, and the screams and moans were harsh, all of which came together to render the facts terrible.

Yes, no soldier dared to really face Su Zhu, and the blood-stained sword in Su Zhu's hand.

Unhindered, he directly used the deck of this building ship as a springboard, jumped high, and fell into the building ship behind.

The soldiers on this building ship did not see the scene of Su Zhu's wanton killing, and there was still some bravery. Many soldiers shouted and rushed to kill, but they were swept by Su Zhu's sword, and they were all killed, and the corpses fell in a row, very neat.

Several martial arts generals held long swords and drew a few ripples in the air. These ripples are their sword qi, which is very lethal, and it is more than enough to deal with ordinary people, but when it hits Su Zhu, it is not painful.

A little annoyed that the other party had made his clothes tattered, Su Zhu turned into a phantom, rushed forward at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to keep up with, and quickly swung his sword, killing them directly, without any delay.

By this time, the Blackwater Fleet had been completely in disarray. Being rushed into the army by a person, wantonly killing, and there is no way, this is no longer a matter of losing face, this has risen to the point of life and death crisis!

There were naturally many martial arts people on the streets on both sides of the Wanqing River, and they could have come to support, especially martial arts seniors such as Qingyunzi who were watching the battle here, but at this moment, they had dry mouths and didn't dare to make a sound, as if they were afraid that Su Zhu would find them.

"This adversary...... How to deal with it! Martial arts catastrophe, no, the world's catastrophe! Murong Weiyi said tremblingly, his son, Murong Nan, a young man from the rivers and lakes, also looked sluggish, as if he had lost his soul.

Qingyunzi, Master of Enlightenment, Ruthless Master and many other martial arts seniors also looked at each other here, all speechless and helpless.

"If you want to kill this fang, you must go all out with the court and the rivers and lakes to do it!" The person who spoke was Xu Mingfei, a master of the Luoyang faction, and he saw Su Zhu on the water, stepping on the boat, and wantonly killing in the crowd, so he was frightened in his heart and hurriedly proposed.

"I have a plan, you listen to me." Another martial arts master spoke, his name is Yan Ziqiu, he is Yan Junliu's elder brother, and he is also the leader of the Qinglong Gang, holding great power, and being on an equal footing with many famous sect leaders.

Seeing that everyone was settled, Yan Ziqiu said solemnly: "Indeed, if you don't let all the martial arts masters in the imperial court and martial arts come out together, you won't be able to take this person down at all." But even if a trap is set, how can this demon take the initiative to come? ”

"This ......" Everyone looked at each other, and no one came up with a way for a while.

"However, don't forget that the one this demon has been protecting is the demon girl Zhu Xiangchen. If I wait for an opportunity to secretly capture that demon girl and force him over, won't it be done? Yan Ziqiu's face was cold, and he said ruthlessly, "Although the demon has been protecting the demon girl Zhu Xiangchen, after all, there is a difference between men and women. There will always be a moment when the two of them are not together, and at that time, I will wait to make a move, take the demon girl captive, and force the demon to enter the trap by himself, isn't it a matter of course? ”

"This ......" Enlightenment Master and many other martial arts seniors looked at each other, all seeing the hesitation in each other's eyes.

"At this time, you can't stick to the subsections anymore!" Yan Ziqiu was anxious: "The other party is ruthless, he is the demon of the world, and he is the doom of the world." If we still take into account the face of decent people and talk about morality on the other side, it will only cause tragic consequences! ”

"That's right! The other party is not a human being at all, he is a demon, since he is not even a human being, why do we need to talk about morality? Yan Junliu said shamelessly, encouraging everyone here.

"This ...... All right. The kind-eyed, virtuous and virtuous master finally sighed, as if he had no choice but to make a decision.

The conspiracy is going on here, and the slaughter is going on over there.

It's not a fight, it's a massacre. Three thousand elites, only a hundred people died, this number is not too much compared to the overall number, but the opponent is only one!

The prince of Shifang's heart has already sprouted a retreat, the other party's horror has exceeded imagination, that martial arts, almost a monster, is it really something that people can have? The powerful Demon Sect Leader Jiang Yun has also fought with him before, and it is not so terrifying!

Passing through one ship after another, slashing all the soldiers who stand in the way with a sword, even if a general with strong martial arts comes to stop him, the outcome will not change anything.

All of them are ants, no matter how strong your martial arts are, you are not an enemy of a sword.

Su Zhu's speed is getting faster and faster, this kind of slaughter is his unprecedented experience, even in the Dharan Federation, in that blue terror incident, he has never killed so many people!

The smell of blood stimulated his eyes were purple, and unconsciously, a purple streamer appeared in his palm. These streamers are faint and illusory, but they are real.

These purple lights are Su Zhu's Zerg energy, his body is rapidly evolving in this kind of grass-mowing killing, and the energy in his body finally has a certain ability to be released, coupled with his simulation of the true qi operation route of martial arts people, there is this wonderful change.

These purple lights wrapped around the long sword in his hand along Su Zhu's palm, and the sword light flashed with a faint purple, and the power increased a lot unconsciously, and the originally fragile iron sword seemed to be indestructible at this time, as if it had become a peerless divine weapon!

No one could stop him, not even for a second.

Between the lines of the sword, the purple mangs flowed by, and no one was invincible.

A blood-stained road, paved on the decks of one building after another, stretched for a long distance.