Damn it!!

Looking at the people sitting quietly under the tree, not only Zhu Xiawu, but the rest of the people also had crazy faces, cold hands and feet, only to feel a monstrous chill in their hearts, and shivered.

Chen Zhuo was still sitting under the tree, so who was the person who had fought with them before?

Suddenly it was quiet, dead silent, except for the sound of the drizzling rain.

Zhu Xiawu's one-eyed, which was originally congested red from excitement, became even redder.

If he doesn't succeed today, then he will be doomed.

He has a deep understanding of Chen Zhuo's methods, and he dares to collude with the Jin people and betray the country to seek glory, and he will never be merciful.

"You...... What kind of demon law are you? ”

One of them spoke in shock.

Everything was so clear that there could never be a fake, let alone be dazzled.

Chen Zhuo's chest under the tree fell together, and he let out a deep and even heavy breathing sound, two faint white gases overflowed from his nostrils, and his closed eyes trembled slightly, and they were slowly opened, and the raindrops on his body were scattered.

"This is the Heartless Sutra!"

He replied slowly.

"Psychic Illusion...... You've realized the method of spiritual practice? ”

Zhu Xiawu's eyes were shocked, and he already understood.

"Do it!"

He made a decision immediately, flashed his body, and called the iron net in his hand, wanting to repeat the old trick.

The rest of the people also cast their own spells and greeted them in unison.

Chen rolled his eyes and raised his eyes, his gaze looked directly at one of them, his eyes flashed, his eyes were sharply condensed, and he glared at the other party, the man's pace slowed down, his eyes widened, his throat squirmed, and he spewed blood mist from the sky, and he was actually stared at alive on the spot, and died on his head.

The rest of the people had their eyes straight.

Only Zhu Xiawu and the four good hands who shot later were as murderous, and the offensive was even faster.

Marksmanship, fisting, palming, and claw skills are definitely rare masters in the world.

Especially Zhu Xiawu, this guy is not only deeply hidden, it is not trivial.

The iron net was swept into the air, and it was shaken by its force, and it was already tied together, sweeping in the air like dust.

Chen Zhuo's body was slanted, his feet were off the ground, as if he was flying close to the ground, floating out of the wind and rain, his hands clenched his fists and pecked lightly, which had landed on the chests of the few masked people who had lost their courage and lost their fighting spirit, and unscrewed off the head of the other person.

His expression was as usual, and his eyelids drooped slightly, as if they were half-open and half-closed, but this murderous understatement was terrifying.

Looking at the head that rolled to the ground, the attack of the five people, including Zhu Xiawu, changed and they surrounded it.

Chen Zhuo didn't move, and looked around.

"Ahh

One of the Jin Guo masters, who was naked and lean, took advantage of his neck to turn his neck, flew in, moved his fists, his momentum was domineering, and he had smashed seven punches in a row at the moment of pushing the move, the moves were different, the fists were pressing, the wind and rain collapsed, and the punches were empty.

Of the seven punches, he only hit one punch, and it was Chen Zhuo's fist.

The figure flew upside down, and it was already dead.

At the moment when Chen Zhuo punched, the remaining four people saw the situation and made a move.

The claw wind is close to the door, and the two guns are extremely menacing.

Wuri's spear snatches the soul, goes straight to the point, the tip of the gun is cold and black, such as picking a big day, and the move is not separated from Chen Zhuo's body.

What about Zhu Xiawu?

He descended from the sky, holding the previous sun-chasing arrow in his hand, and the arrow cluster pointed downward, and it had already transported its internal force like lightning to shoot at Chen Zhuo.

"Idiot!"

Chen Zhuo didn't raise his head, but he seemed to be able to see everything above his head, his arms fluttered back, his big sleeves rose in the wind, and he was led by the arrow, which was like a fish biting a hook. He drew a circle under his feet and turned to the left, his arms swinging, and the sun-chasing arrow was circling around like a swimming fish outside him, like a ray of golden light.

The man who probed the claws and the two people who shot out the spear were attacking close at hand, but they were forced back one by one by the arrows chasing the sun.

The arrow turned sharply, and suddenly drilled into the sleeve of Chen Zhuo's left arm, the eyes of the master who was good at claw skills lit up, and he was about to move again, but it quickly turned dim, and a ray of golden light flew out from Chen Zhuo's other sleeve, shooting directly at the other party, shooting through the right palm, submerging into the center of the eyebrows, passing through the brain, and going straight to the ground, leaving only a small hole.

At this moment, an iron net fell from the sky.

Zhu Xiawu's eyes were fierce, and he didn't care about it, as if he wanted to cover the two golden men in the net.

Chen Zhuo flicked his fingers, bounced away the two gun shadows that were coming, flicked and swiped with one arm, drew a circle and made a move, and as soon as the momentum passed, the wind and rain in the circle seemed to be cut off.

Chen Zhuo flicked his sleeves again.

The originally truncated wind and rain rushed up in an instant, and the fine rain silk, like thousands of cow capillary needles, turned into a puff of needle rain in a blink of an eye, flying out of the iron mesh mesh.

Zhu Xia screamed violently, turned over in the air to dodge, and the corners of his clothes were affected, and he was immediately riddled with holes.

And the shadow of those two guns came again in an instant.

Chen Zhuo's expression was indifferent, his hands raised his fist again, as if sealed, his left arm drew a circle, covering the iron net above his head, and his right hand was wrapping, he was also drawing a circle, and he had already drawn two spears that swallowed cold mangs into the circle, which was as strong as a winding silk, and suddenly saw the wind and rain whirl, and was swept into the circle.

The originally sharp, fast and ruthless, earth-shattering Wuri spear was slow and ruthless in a blink of an eye, like a tiger stuck in a quagmire, slow and weak, difficult to advance and difficult to retreat, wrapped in wind and rain, swaying left and right.

And the iron net above his head was already open, but as soon as the wind and rain rolled, it immediately became a ball, like turning into an iron ball.

Zhu Xiawu fell again in the air, his eyes were full of ferocity, and a dull and angry roar erupted in his throat.

The two masters of the Jin Kingdom also tried their best, the spear trembled sharply, and the cold mangs were flourishing, wanting to penetrate the wind and rain and kill Chen Zhuo under the gun.

However, I saw Chen Zhuo's hands in his arms, and the wind and rain moved, and if they wanted to converge in one place, the iron ball and the two guns changed direction and collided with each other.

"Boom!"

Only in the astonishment of the three people, a huge explosion exploded between them.

The iron nets were scattered all over the sky, turning into countless fragments.

And the two masters of the Jin Kingdom, their faces were pale, their guns had been folded and retreated, their hands trembled, their palms were open, and their flesh and blood were blurred.

The two of them were stable, shaking, and coughing in their mouths.

Just as they were about to stabilize their center of gravity, the two of them suddenly turned miserable, and a large hand fell on the top of their heads.

Zhu Xiawu also retreated a few steps, the sleeves of his arms were shattered shoulder to shoulder, and when he looked closely, the two Jin Guo masters on the opposite side were already kneeling on the ground, their faces distorted by fright, and the top of their shaved skull was pressing on their two hands.

His eyes were slightly condensed, and his lips moved, as if he wanted to speak, but those two hands were already bent and fingered, and they pecked and lifted, revealing the heavenly spirit cover of the two.

Without waiting for the screams to come out, Chen Zhuo's face was expressionless, his hands had already clasped the necks and throats of the two, blocking their screams back to their mouths, and the tiger's mouth turned lightly, and the heads of the two immediately turned around in the heart-pounding sound of grinding bones.

Looking at the two corpses that fell at Chen Zhuo's feet, Zhu Xiawu's pupils were shocked, and they became gloomy and ugly, and then turned into a sneer, turning into a nonchalting appearance, and teased: "It's so powerful, these are all disciples of Wanyan Duan, and they are also the descendants of the royal family of the Jin Kingdom, and they were originally for the purpose of recruiting surrenders, but well, hehe, I deliberately said that you hate the ...... of the Jin Kingdom."

This man was thoughtful, with a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes, only an indescribable murderous aura.

Chen Zhuo said softly: "Very good, you finally guessed one thing correctly, send you on the road first, and when I am done with the affairs of the capital, I will go north again, but unfortunately, you can't see it." ”

(End of chapter)