Chapter Eighty-Eight: Counter-Killing

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The three disciples looked at Chen Zhinan, and the corners of their mouths showed mocking smiles.

This young man is already a turtle in an urn at this moment.

However, Chen Zhinan didn't seem to hear the words of the disciple surnamed Han in front of him.

At this moment, Chen Zhinan, facing the three sword-wielding disciples, was extraordinarily calm, without the slightest panic, clenching the spear in his hand, for some reason, he seemed to have fallen into a realm of selflessness.

He slowly picked up the spear in his hand, his eyes were blank, and his every move seemed to be possessed by an inexplicable thing, and he subconsciously used the splitting spear that had just killed the two disciples of the Lion Hall.

It's just that this time the splitting gun is obviously different from the previous one, and it seems to have a life inexplicably. I saw Chen Zhinan's shot out, as if the gun was possessed by the soul of a living axe. The figure with the spear roared and slashed at the two unknown warriors.

At this moment, time seemed to have stood still, and the two warriors stared in disbelief as they watched as the spears slashed from the top of their heads and directly to the soles of their feet. At this moment, the spear was not fast, but they could not dodge at all, and they did not even have the courage to dodge, so they stood upright, waiting for death as if they were waiting to go home.

was also surprised, and the martial artist surnamed Han on the side, he was frightened by the scene in front of him, what is the situation? Isn't this the legendary Shen Yun? He had read it in books before, and he had also imagined in his dreams that he would be successful in cultivation, and one day he would step into the realm of a first-class master, and he would be able to use Shen Yun with a single blow.

But was it in a dream? For Shen Yun, he just thought about it, isn't that something that can only be used by the legendary first-class masters? Doesn't it mean that in the entire Great Song Dynasty, there are only ten first-class masters in total?

Could it be that this young man is a certain first-class master, and he has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

At this moment, the martial artist surnamed Han was already aggrieved and was about to cry, he felt that he had been deceived and played. He scolded secretly in his heart: "That bastard surnamed Zhang, why didn't he die?" Let's go after the master? How much do we not want to live anymore? You are the same uncle in front of you, obviously your cultivation is so high, isn't it okay to kill us directly? Why tease us? Do you think it's fun to tease us? ”

But Chen Zhinan didn't pay attention to this martial artist surnamed Chen, he was immersed in Fang Cai's shot. This feeling is very familiar to him, he has entered this feeling at this moment before on the top of Qi Mountain, when people called it Shen Yun. Chen Zhinan didn't know what Shen Yun was, but he seemed to have been in contact with this thing for a long time, very early, very early.

He fell into the memory that it was when he was three years old, when his father handed him a long wooden stick and told him that from now on, he was going to learn kung fu. As soon as the stick was in his hands, a warm feeling enveloped him. He thought it was a hallucination, but it came and went with him throughout his childhood. He asked his father, but his father was not able to give him a more detailed explanation, only to say that he did feel the same way, and it seemed to be related to the material of the wood.

At that time, Chen Zhinan, no matter how he looked at it, felt that this was an ordinary wood, where was there anything special? It's just that as he grew older, his curiosity about familiar things faded, so he no longer pursued this warm feeling, and he not only liked this warm feeling, but also gradually got used to it.

Later, in Qishan, Chen Zhinan inadvertently subconsciously used the marksmanship he practiced on weekdays, and that warm feeling appeared again, but this time it appeared, but not with the help of that wood, but with the help of another ordinary spear, but the feeling at that time seemed a little far-fetched, so it only appeared for a moment, and then disappeared completely.

At this time, this feeling appeared again, and when Chen Zhinan was most dangerous, it attached to this spear, and took the initiative to send out the power of the spear, turning the battle situation in front of Chen Zhinan into Chen Zhinan's favor. Its appearance can be said to have saved Chen Zhinan's life.

Chen Zhinan doesn't agree with what kind of verve this is. This is obviously the spirit of the grandfather who has never met but has a close blood relationship with him. Grandfather looked at himself in the sky, he silently guarded himself, this is not Shen Yun, it is the warmth of family affection from grandfather.

For this warm feeling, Chen Zhinan slowly closed his eyes, he felt the feeling of the moment with his heart, he understood that this thing could not be used deliberately, and he did not want to learn to use Shen Yun, but just wanted to leave this warmth from his grandfather, who had never met.

Chen Zhinan didn't know that the reason why he was able to use Shen Yun was due to the fact that his grandfather's martial arts had already reached a very high level, and that Shen Yun was inadvertently engraved on the wooden stick by his grandfather, and he got along with the wooden stick day and night, so that Chen Zhinan had a deep understanding of Shen Yun, so he could use it at a critical time. It's just that the use of Shen Yun requires the help of top-level martial arts, and the general martial arts' perception of the laws of heaven and earth is not enough to attach Shen Yun. Therefore, the previous time, he couldn't use Shen Yun, and the splitting spear at this moment was the summary of Yue Fei's lifelong martial arts, which was already the top martial arts in the world, so he could attach Shen Yun.

Seeing Chen Zhinan close his eyes and ponder, the warrior surnamed Han was overjoyed, and he naturally didn't dare to make any more moves on Chen Zhinan, but he thought that Chen Zhinan closed his eyes and wanted to let himself live, so he didn't look back, and quickly fled forward. Chen Zhinan was still immersed in the charm, and subconsciously threw out the spear in his hand, and the spear directly hit the body of the warrior surnamed Han.

"Forehead 。。。。。。" The warrior surnamed Han only had time to utter a short syllable before he felt weak, and then slowly spread it on the ground and stopped breathing at the same time.

With the death of the warrior surnamed Han, Chen Zhinan got rid of Shen Yun, and his head was dizzy. This is a side effect of Shen Yun. The first-grade martial artist practices the spirit, the second-grade martial artist practices the qi, and the third-grade martial artist practices the refinement. Chen Zhinan is just a third-grade martial artist, his divine sense is not strong enough, if it weren't for Chen Zhinan's splitting spear just having thick fur, just using this spear, I'm afraid it would exhaust his soul. However, although this shot was only coarse, his soul was already damaged, so he was a little dizzy at the moment.

Chen Zhinan naturally didn't know anything about Shen Yun, he regarded this dizziness as the reason for the excessive nervousness of running for his life, and he didn't care, and got up to leave.

This time, Chen Zhinan didn't dare to hold it up again, he was not ready to collide with the remaining ten martial artists, and went straight to Jingdezhen in front, planning to meet Liu Menghan and Tian Tian before dark.