Zhou Chenxi was yelling, but he didn't move. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He had been seriously injured before, and the power of the ancient runes had also been consumed enormously.

More importantly, his mental power is more consumed.

Under the superficial calculation, he could still perform the second form of the tattoo fist twice, and then his mental power was exhausted and he couldn't make a move.

"The only way to really bang out and hurt him is the second type. ”

"But I can only throw two punches right now. ”

"After two punches, my mental power will reach the limit, and I can barely make a move. ”

"At that point, I had to turn around and run. ”

"But the other party has the help of pills, and the true qi is recovering. ”

"If I give up, I will run away with this injury, and I don't have to think about it to know what the consequences will be!"

"I will die, and I will die under the constant pursuit of the other party. ”

After Zhou Chenxi yelled, his heart was calm, thinking about it, thinking like this.

There is only one way for him to go, and he will last to kill the enemy in front of him. Because if he fails, he will be hunted down by the other party, and in the end, it will depend on luck whether he can escape.

Zhou Chenxi sighed slightly, he avoided the pursuit of the Fu King, and after withdrawing for dozens of meters, the seal in his hand was knotted, and a rune was appearing, it was different from other runes, it was very strange, and the runes were similar to the runes when Zhang Jun took out the cashier's bag.

The runes are dissipating, and the same is a pouch.

This bag is very familiar, and it was obtained by Zhou Chenxi after knocking on the second young master's stuffy stick earlier.

He was moving, reaching out and taking something out of it, which was a dagger.

This dagger is made of Xuyang Heavy Iron, although it is a mortal soldier, but the quality is not bad, the weight is not shallow, and the small one weighs more than fifty catties.

"Hmph. ”

Zhang Junwei was snorting coldly, he also saw what Zhou Chenxi took out, and thought that Zhou Chenxi was going to swallow the pill or take out some treasure.

But he didn't want Zhou Chenxi to only take out a dagger of inferior quality, which was not even a low-level magic weapon.

"With this thing, you want to fight with me too?"

"It's a lot of thinking. ”

"To tell you the truth, my iron book is an extraordinary treasure, although it is not yet at the level of a spiritual treasure, but it is the top of the magic treasure, and it already has its own instrument knowledge. ”

"What's the use of you taking out all this kind of waste?"

Zhang Junwei said, showing off the Magic Treasure Iron Book in his hand.

Soldiers have treasures, and they are divided into classes, such as ordinary soldiers, magic weapons, magic treasures, and spiritual treasures.

Zhang Junwei was showing off, but Zhou Chenxi was deaf, he was watching, stroking the dagger in his hand.

Its quality is not high, and it is not even an ordinary magic weapon. But its existence is extraordinary to Zhou Chenxi.

Because it was left by Rong Licheng, the dagger that Zhou Chenxi used to practice every day.

"I need you in this battle. ”

Zhou Chenxi opened his mouth and said to the dagger.

"You were found by Uncle Rong outside in order to let me cultivate back then, even if it is not a magic weapon, it is extremely valuable. ”

Zhou Chenxi is nostalgic for the past, when they were very poor.

And Rong Licheng's belongings can be regarded as the poorest Jindan monk in the entire monk world.

Because Rong Licheng has a straightforward personality, he doesn't like to fight, and he doesn't pretentious. At the same time, he has strength, but he only seeks to be upright, and he is a real righteous gentleman.

So they have no money, so to speak, with a breeze on their sleeves and empty pockets. After all, in such a world of monks, it is really difficult to make money by following the right path.

Therefore, when buying and selling daggers, Rong Licheng spent a lot of effort.

Zhou Chenxi has always regarded this dagger as a treasure.

"And now, you may be broken and shattered. ”

Zhou Chenxi was saying, gently stroking the dagger in his hand, he was affectionate. Even if this thing is just a dead thing, it has been with him for many years, and it is given by Rong Licheng, which is extremely important to him.

But he must win this battle, otherwise he will be the one who will die.

"As far as penetration is concerned, the only weapon in my hand, apart from this dagger, is Uncle Rong's 'Gan Broken Sword'. ”

"But although the 'Gan Broken Sword' is a low-level magic weapon, it is the treasure in Uncle Rong's heart, and it is a gift from her, I want to fulfill his wish for him, and the 'Gan Broken Sword' can't be moved. ”

Thinking about it in his heart, Zhou Chenxi moved.

His pupils shone red, and he made a move.

All the lines are lit up, but there are sixteen lines that are different, these sixteen lines are also running, but they are exuding different lights, there is a special energy transmitting, channeling, that is Zhou Chenxi's spiritual power.

With the force of his punch, he exploded violently, throwing the dagger in his hand in an instant.

It's the first punch!

The speed of the dagger was extremely fast, and it was already rushing out in the blink of an eye.

And Zhou Chenxi's eyes are changing, his gaze is firm, and he is rushing out, this is the only chance, life and death are here.

Zhou Chenxi's speed was full swing and reached the fastest.

In the blink of an eye, it has rushed out!

Zhou Chenxi jumped up and chased after the dagger.

King Fu was also moving, he saw Zhou Chenxi's shot, but the other party's speed was too fast, although King Fu was twisting his body, he still couldn't dodge, and was hit in the chest by a dagger.

The dagger pierced, and with a bang, King Fu's chest shattered, and countless white rays of light were splashing and overflowing.

This dagger was originally a mortal soldier, and it was impossible to have such a piercing force, but it originally had weight, and it was thrown by Zhou Chenxi with great force to produce such an effect.

The dagger rushed out, and after hitting King Fu's chest and blasting open a big hole, it didn't stop, but continued to pierce!

"Impossible!"

Zhang Junwei was drinking, and his face was full of surprise, because he was very confident in King Fu, and it was impossible for him to be penetrated by that ordinary dagger.

But believe it or not, but the reality is that the dagger has indeed pierced, and it is still moving forward, sprinting towards him.

"You wretch!"

Zhang Junwei was roaring, he was running his true qi, and a qi blade was appearing, cutting the inner wall of his five fingers and the skin of his palm, and blood was flowing and overflowing.

"Condensation!"

The blood-stained palm was waving, and Zhang Junwei slapped the iron book in his hand with one palm, his expression was changing, because something happened that he had never thought of!

The runes were surging, and they kept rushing out of the iron, filling, resisting the dagger's forward charge.

The force of the forward rush had passed, and with the support of no back force, the dagger could not rush forward, and was resisted by the surging runes.

"Second punch!"

At this moment, Zhou Chenxi's figure followed, and his voice was as cold as if coming from the cold abyss, cold to the bone.

It was a punch, and the fist emitted a terrifying fierce light, the void trembled, and the huge force blasted out, and it hit the dagger.

The handle of the dagger was hit and completely shattered, but the blade of the dagger was still there, and it carried all the strength of Zhou Chen's Xiwen Fist Second Style.

The power is terrifying, and the runes summoned by Zhang Junwei are still resisting, but they can't stop the dagger from rushing forward.

With a bang, the dagger was piercing, and it rushed forward, piercing everything. It was facing Zhang Junwei's chest and pierced with a blade!

The force was huge, and Zhang Junwei's chest was smashed and a big hole was blown out.

And the blade of the dagger was still flying, dissipating, changing and pulverizing in the void, and finally disappearing completely.

"Ah......h

Zhang Junwei screamed miserably, blood spurting from his mouth.

Holding a rune paper in his hand, he was gritting his teeth, but he couldn't use the last true qi to use this rune paper, he turned his head hard, his pupils shrank sharply, he saw something, and then his breath was dissipating, completely losing his breath.

With the death of Zhang Junwei, King Fu had no control over him, so he dissipated, completely disappeared into nothing, and disappeared without a trace.