Kill!

……

As soon as the formation was formed, earth-shattering shouts of killing suddenly broke out in all directions.

Guns and shields slammed, swords and axes collided with each other, horses neighed and people roared, all of them were hideous and vicious, such as wolves roaring, tigers roaring, bursts of killing air swept across the boundless wilderness, even the rising sun seemed to be a little colder, making people's skin shiver.

Fu Jian stared at the five feet in front of Qi Fu Guoren, and smiled at the air with burning eyes: "Your Excellency, rest assured, as long as you are willing to surrender to me today, you will be glorious and rich, and enjoy inexhaustible enjoyment, otherwise, heh, you will die under the sword." ”

Murong Chui is famous in the north, known as the "Northern Tyrant Gun", rarely encountering opponents, a pair of cold and cold eyes are lightly raised, one hand is loosened, the black gun in his hand is like a poisonous dragon out of the water in an instant, and the tip of the gun goes straight away, turning into a flash like light and electricity.

The tip of the gun was pointing at the location of Chen Zhuo.

"Ding!"

However, the momentum of the gun stopped abruptly.

Only in the astonished eyes of Fu Jian and even the fierce generals of various ethnic groups, an index finger appeared silently, like a fish swimming out of the water, and a piece of vulture emerged from the void and emerged.

The index finger comes out, then the wrist, the arm, the right shoulder, and finally the whole body.

A big living person just really came out of thin air.

Looking at the index finger against the tip of the gun, Murong drooped his eyes sharply, pressed and rubbed one arm, and the black gun in his hand turned sharply.

But the index finger never moved, and there was no damage at all.

"Retreat!" Chen Zhuo said.

Murong Chui's cold and hard face suddenly turned fierce, the spear retreated half a foot, shook his arms one by one, and instantly shook out black spear flowers, which were ruthless and spicy, like black pear blossoms with flying petals.

It's just that every time he shoots, that index finger can always take the lead and come first.

Between the lightning and flint, the two of them attacked and defended, and Murong Chui had already made forty-seven moves.

Until that index finger snapped......

"Ding!"

Murong Chui suddenly lifted his gun and retreated a few feet, and after landing on the ground, he still slipped backwards, his expression was solemn, and his face was as heavy as water.

"Ran Min?"

The two words came out of his mouth as if chewing.

"Murong Chui?" Chen Zhuo stretched his shoulders, his eyes shimmered, looking at a bead of blood secreted from his fingers, he rubbed it lightly, and a little playfulness flashed on his face, "Sure enough, the people of the Murong family are all the way, and I see undisguised ambition in your eyes; Hmm, but compared to Murong Fu, Ling can be regarded as worthy of his reputation, and he has some ability......"

As he spoke, he suddenly patted his forehead and said with a smile: "Ah, I seem to have a confused memory." ”

Murong lowered his eyes and concentrated, the breath in his mouth and nose turned into a touch of white frost, the muscles and bones of his right hand holding the gun were exposed, and the joints were all white, and then he asked in a deep voice: "Who is Murong Fu?" ”

Chen Zhuo laughed, and his left hand tightened.

His left hand was pressing on the top of the head of the beggar Guoren, and now he turned his wrist vigorously, and a good head had been removed, and the neck was broken strangely flat, like being cut by a knife.

"Guess what!"

After speaking, Chen Zhuo looked at Fu Jian, looking at this male lord who almost stepped on Shenzhou and entered the Central Plains.

"It's a pity!"

"It's a pity!"

At the same time, a word of pity actually came out of the mouths of the two.

"What are you sorry for?" Chen asked.

Fu Jian sighed with emotion: "It's a pity that you are Ran Min, otherwise I can't say that I can have a good time with you, participate in a feat, and lay down a country." ”

After he finished speaking, he asked curiously: "What are you sorry for?" ”

Chen Zhuo played with the head in his hand and said with a faint smile: "It's a pity that you are a foreign race, otherwise I may be able to allow you to be the master in this world, and it is even more a pity that although you are extraordinary, but your fortune is dictated, you can be the hero of one party, but you are destined not to win the country." ”

He swept over the Hu clan warriors beside Fu Jian, these people were extraordinary, but just a little movement of their minds, Chen Zhuo had already glimpsed everyone's different thoughts.

But it is to raise tigers for trouble.

Not to mention anything else, plus the beggar Guoren who he killed at the right time, and then there are Murong Chui and Yao Chang of the Qiang tribe, these people will be the lords of a country in the future, and they want to dominate the world.

Fu Jian was unimpressed, and smiled strangely: "It turns out that the famous Ran Min actually believes in the theory of fortune?" ”

Chen Zhuo shook his head: "You are wrong, it's not that I believe in fortune, but because I believe in it, it exists." ”

Fu Jian frowned when he heard this, only feeling that the martial mourning king in front of him was a little different from the rumors.

But now that the situation has been decided, he naturally will not disagree with several big Hu clans for the sake of a Ran Min, and said with a smile: "I am now strong and strong, and my subordinates are like clouds, how do you say I will lose?" ”

Fu Jian said that he had already led the generals to start retreating, and at the same time he was giving orders: "Kill him, I will sacrifice the flag with him to strengthen the heart of the army!" ”

The words have been spoken.

In an instant, the thousands of soldiers who were eyeing each other had opened their bows and arrows, and the arrows were pointed at Chen Zhuo, shining in the morning light, flickering and flickering, making people shudder.

Seeing Fu Jian retreating away, those soldiers couldn't help but say, the bowstring vibrated lightly, and the arrows had been fired.

A canopy of arrows rained like locusts flying in the sky, covering the clouds and the sun, towards the overwhelming cover of Chen Zhuo.

Chen Zhuo smiled, he wanted to move, but suddenly he seemed to think of something, and the hand raised in the air was lowered again, and he rested his murderous intent, glanced at Fu Jian and the others, and walked towards the arrow array unhurriedly.

In front of everyone's eyes, the rain of arrows, which seemed to be water-inadequate, pervasive, and lifeless, actually walked out of a way under Chen Zhuo's stroll.

At first glance, it is only like ten thousand arrows to dodge, and every time it is passing by Chen, looking dangerous, but it is like walking leisurely, very evil.

Not only the arrows, but the soldiers with shields and swords came one after another without fear of death, but seeing that there were many people, they went forward one after another, but they let the swords and guns come and go, but they never touched a corner of Chen Zhuo's clothes.

Chen Zhuo will not show mercy to his subordinates, the palm knife is overturned, the knife qi is vertical and horizontal, and wisps of blood arrows rise into the sky, turning into a bloody mist in the sky, killing people like pulling weeds.

The encirclement and killing momentum of the heaven and earth net was broken like this.

"If you want to leave, how can it be so easy?"

Murong looked down at Chen Zhuo's back, suddenly beckoned, took a strong bow from the hand of the deputy general, and stretched out his hand to take out a blue-black iron arrow, which was already silently pointed at his heart.

Seeing the opportunity, seeing that Chen Zhuo was so grandiose and killing, Murong drooped his eyes widened sharply, and the killing opportunity was complete, and the iron arrow in his hand also followed the momentum, turning into a wisp of black light, breaking through the air.

"Go!"

The shadow of the arrow must have been in Chen Zhuo's heart.

"General Murong is good at archery!"

"Good!"

"Divine Skill!"

……

The generals were in high spirits and applauded.

And Chen Zhuo's pace was faster, as if he was injured and escaped, blood was already oozing from his back.

Seeing this, the general Yao Chang and others took advantage of the victory to pursue.

In an instant, several sharp and swift figures leaped out, holding spears and spears, grabbing knives and raising hammers.

After a fierce fight, there was only a pool of blood on the ground, and outside the camp, a body was like a ghost.

"Chase!" Yao Chang was fierce and proposed.

"No need, that arrow is fed with poison, even if he doesn't die, he only has half a life left," Murong Chui smiled coldly, turned around and looked at Fu Jian again, "Lord, the top priority is to wave your troops south, and take the opportunity to settle the Central Plains, otherwise I am afraid of change!" ”

Fu Jian didn't doubt that he had him, but he just took a deep look at the direction of Chen Zhuo's escape, nodded heavily and said in a deep voice: "Pass the order, the army will be pulled out!" ”

Long.

On a distant mountain in the sky, Chen Zhuo turned around and looked at the mighty army pressing towards Feishui, and there was not much expression on his face.

He stretched out his hand, and the arrow behind his back immediately withdrew from the flesh and landed between his fingers.

Looking at the cluster of arrows glowing with blue light, Chen Zhuo played with the arrows while opening his mouth to spit out a wisp of poisonous blood from between his mouthpiece, and at the same time reached out to dust the marks on his cloak, his expression gradually became strange.

Then, crumpling the arrow into ashes, he turned away.

With Zhu Faqing in front, Chen Zhuo concluded that the person in the dark must be looking for masters in the world now, and he wants to add fuel to the fire, especially Ran Min, who is at the top of the world's magic gates, how can he miss it.

What's more, Ran Min has been dead for many years, and it is abnormal to reappear in the rivers and lakes, if that person is really coming at him, he will definitely come to find out.

And now if the news of his wounded defeat and escape comes out, that person will definitely not be able to bear it.

It depends on whether you bite or not!!

Three days later.

On the bank of the fertile water, the master of the nine grades, Xie Xuan, the master of the sword path in the world, led hundreds of thousands of Beifu troops to rush over.

The two sides looked at each other across the strait, and a big war was about to break out.

And the "demon market" disappeared out of thin air, and even the people who broke into it disappeared together......

…

The river is surging and the waves are rolling.

"Ahem......"

It was a riverside where no one was silent, and suddenly I heard a rapid and violent cough coming from far and near.

Chen Zhuo's face was pale, sickly, his eyes were blue, his cheeks were black, his undulating chest was shaking like a twitching bellows, his steps were vain, and his body was oozing blood.

He looks like a person who has no tomorrow, is terminally ill, and will choke at any time.

Seriously injured and dying, the oil ran out of light and withered.

But that's just how it looks.

In fact, Chen Zhuo has tried his best to toss himself as no one or a ghost.

These days, he pretended to be seriously injured and fled, and went all the way south, pretending to be dead eight times, and almost let the beast bite it several times.

However, the man in the dark never moved.

Chen Zhuo really didn't have much patience left, and he stopped and stopped all the way, and before he knew it, he was almost in Jiankang.

Compared with the bleak situation of the bone-covered plain in the north, the south is still the Wei and Jin dynasties.

On the river, I saw several luxury boats on the river, and I don't know which family was the lady of the family who went out to enjoy the scenery, and there was a faint sound of laughter, the sound of the piano, and the movement of singing and beating.

Chen Zhuo stood on the riverside, looking at the blue waves that went straight into the mountains, coughing lightly, thinking about whether to advance or retreat.

He made this move, and after learning about the "secret of the immortal gate", he was eager to know the reason.

For some reason, Chen Zhuo had a feeling that there must be a secret hidden in this.

"Ahem, ahem!"

"Xiaoqing, you give the extra sugar water to the man."

In the midst of the coughing, a soft voice drifted with the river breeze at first glance.

But he saw a large ship coming from the shore, and in the bow of the boat, a noble lady stood on the railing, watching him calmly.

The woman looked at about thirty of them, with fine lines at the corners of her eyes, looking like she was no longer young, her face was old, but her posture was dignified and elegant, she was wearing a green skirt, a wooden hairpin pulled her hair, and a brush with ink between her tender fingers, which was a beautiful demeanor of everyone.

Looking at the ship again, a big "thanks" word made the owner of this ship want to come out, and there were several guards on both sides, looking at Chen Zhuo very vigilantly.

A green-clothed maid on the boat walked down with a bowl of sugar water in her hand at this time, and when she cautiously walked in front of Chen Zhuo, she was already sweating profusely and panting: "Drink...... Drink it. ”

Spit out these two words in half a day.

Chen Zhuo looked interesting, listened to the music on the boat and the sound of reciting poems and singing, did not refuse, took the bowl and drank it all, and asked, "Dare to ask who your young lady is?" ”

The little girl put away the bowl, tilted her chin a little arrogantly when she heard this, and said coquettishly: "You don't even know who my young lady is?" Listen, my young lady is the most powerful talented woman in the world, and Xie Daoyun of the Xie family is also! ”

"Thank you? So powerful. ”

Chen Zhuo wiped his mouth and smiled in response to the servant's arrogant words.

The little girl's chin was tilted higher, and she said: "That's natural, the Xie family has many outstanding people, my grandfather Xie An, and my son Xie Xuan are all first-class characters; And my young lady is one of them, in terms of talent, she can be compared with Ban Jieyu, Ban Zhao, Cai Wenji, Zuo Fen and others, you ......"

"Xiaoqing, what are you rubbing underneath? Don't come up yet. ”

"It's coming, Miss!!"

The maidservant answered the greeting, and then trotted all the way back to the boat.

"Thank you!"

Chen Zhuo covered his mouth and coughed lightly, but he bypassed the big boat, walked for a while, and walked until he came to an unnamed ferry, before stopping and waiting for the ferry workers to rock the boat and dock.

It's been a long time.

Seeing that no one had come for a long time, Chen Zhuo realized that this ferry port had long been abandoned.

Just as he was about to turn away, there was a sudden sound of paddles on the river.

Crunch!

Crunch!

……

The dry grinding sound is like a rotating door shaft, undulating in an orderly manner.

The oars were an old man, wearing a bamboo hat and a robe, bowing his head and bending over to control the boat and rocking the oars, unable to see his face clearly, swaying with the stream, looking crumbling.

But the moment he saw this person, there was already an obscure smile on Chen Zhuo's half-lowered face.

The boatman looked up and asked, "Do you want to take the boat?" ”

But even if he raised his head, Chen Zhuo still couldn't see the other party's face clearly.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

He suddenly choked and coughed, his straight back also bent down a little in the cough, his body almost curled up, coughing so much that his liver and intestines were broken, and tears flowed down his face.

The boatman held the oars, looked at Chen Zhuo quietly, was silent for a moment, and said softly: "You are really badly injured...... It's a pity that you broke your body too early, Yuanyang has already vented, although you are talented, but the eighteenth layer of the 'Heavenly Demon Dafa' finally stops at the last layer, no matter how difficult it is, otherwise there will be no scene today, let alone the end of the year. ”

Chen Zhuoqiang raised his head and asked in surprise, "Who are you?" How do you know the Heavenly Demon Dafa? ”

The old man smiled lowly, and instead of answering, he asked, "When did the Heavenly Demon Dafa begin?" By whose hand was it born? ”

Chen Zhuo stopped coughing, lowered his eyelids, and said in a dumb voice: "It originated in the Western Han Dynasty, and it is rumored to have been created by Cangxuan, the first holy monarch of the Demon Gate. ”

"Not bad!" The old man smiled lowly, and the laughter grew louder, and finally turned into a wild laugh, turning into a hurricane, "Ran Min, in front of the Heavenly Demon, you haven't seen you yet, how long will you stay?" ”

Good guy, this boatman is actually the first ancestor of the Demon Gate, the Heavenly Demon Cangxuan.

(End of chapter)