Qiu Wanli's face was full of fierceness, carrying the wine jar in his left hand, and carrying a single knife in the palm of his right hand. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Vertex Novel is the fastest to update

Qiu Wanli walked over with more than a dozen monks.

"In the next Ji Chengtian, I don't know what advice this Taoist friend has?"

Ji Chengtian took the first step and hugged his fists, made a full salute, and nodded with a smile.

If it is on the Heavenly Desolate Continent, like Ji Chengtian, who is so polite and thoughtful, everyone has no deep hatred and hatred, and it is difficult to have conflicts with competing interests.

But that was in the Heavenly Desolate Continent, and here, it was an ancient battlefield.

What they are facing is not a good kind, people are harmless tigers, and tigers are hurtful!

"Ji Chengtian?"

Qiu Wanli raised his eyebrows, and asked with a smile: "What kind of cultivation are you?"

"Six veins build the foundation. ”

Ji Chengtian hesitated a little and didn't hide it.

"What about you?"

Qiu Wanli looked at Su Zimo and the others again, and said casually: "This is the rule of Xuantian City, if you want to enter the city, you have to truthfully explain the cultivation realm, and you must not hide it!"

Hearing this, the monks in Xuantian City looked strange.

There is no such rule in the city at all, and the biggest possibility why Qiu Wanli said this is to explore the reality of Su Zimo and others.

After all, how many spiritual veins did the Zhuji Monk have opened, and he couldn't see it with the voyeuristic technique.

Qiu Wanli seems to be reckless, but he is also an old Jianghu, and he knows that it is not easy for a monk to come to Xuantian City, for fear of hitting an iron plate.

Regarding the rules in Qiu Wanli's mouth, Su Zimo frowned.

Although the little fat man and the others resisted in their hearts, they still said it honestly.

Five veins build the foundation, and four veins build the foundation...... There is even a late stage of foundation building.

After the last person, Su Zimo, finished speaking, the onlookers all shook their heads secretly.

"With such strength, I dare to go deep into the ancient battlefield, I really don't know whether to live or die. ”

"Yes, in this Xuantian City, how many monks are the foundation of the five veins? Like their team of monks, just one person comes out casually, it is enough to serve them in a pot. ”

Qiu Wanli also completely relaxed, took a sip of strong wine, his eyes were drunk, he hiccuped, and the smell of alcohol sprayed on Ji Chengtian's face.

Ji Chengtian's face was a little ugly, but he let out a long breath and still endured it.

Qiu Wanli smiled and asked, "It's been a month since you entered the Ancient Battlefield, have you gotten the Open Pulse Pill?"

Ji Chengtian did not hesitate, shook his head and said, "No." ”

In fact, each of them had a Kaimai Pill in their storage bag.

But if you admit it at this time, you will definitely be killed!

"Good. ”

Qiu Wanli nodded, and said expressionlessly: "Hand over all your storage bags, I will check them myself." ”

Hearing this, not to mention Ji Chengtian, even the little fat man and others showed anger.

This is completely naked bullying!

Su Zimo didn't say a word, standing behind Ji Chengtian and watching coldly.

Ji Chengtian took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist, your request is a bit excessive......

"Is it excessive?"

Without waiting for Ji Chengtian to finish speaking, Qiu Wanli asked with a smile.

Before the words fell, Qiu Wanli's eyes flashed with cold light, and the long knife in his hand turned, and the sharp blade directly wiped Ji Chengtian's neck, extremely fast, and the cold was pressing!

This knife, without warning, is full of killing intent!

After this month of practice, Ji Chengtian has grown a lot, and his vigilance has also increased greatly.

Just now, he vaguely sensed Qiu Wanli's murderous intentions.

But along the way, he was already physically and mentally exhausted, in poor condition, and his reaction was a little slower.

The blade struck, and the skin was already faintly tingling, Ji Chengtian seemed to be able to see the scene of his throat being cut, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart: "My life is over!"

Before this thought fell, Ji Chengtian suddenly felt a huge force and dragged him back.

Qiu Wanli's knife tip swept through Ji Chengtian's throat, and it would cut through a little flesh and blood, oozing a trace of blood, dangerous and dangerous!

If Ji Chengtian was a little slower, this knife would be enough to cut his throat!

For the rest of his life, Ji Cheng broke out in a cold sweat and gasped for breath.

Looking at Su Zimo beside him, Ji Chengtian was about to say thank you, when he suddenly felt a flower in front of him, a figure flashed, and Su Zimo had disappeared.

Rumble!

Su Zimo probed and dragged Ji Chengtian back from the edge of life and death, without saying a word, he stepped out in one step, and used the frame of ploughing the sky.

In an instant, the bluestone under his feet exploded, and the ground shook.

The buildings on both sides of the street trembled, causing the screams of countless monks.

Su Zimo's eyes were like knives, he reached out his palm, his five fingers were opened, and he shrouded Qiu Wanli's head, as if it had the potential to cover the sky!

Qiu Wanli missed, and before he could react, he saw a person flash out behind Ji Chengtian, domineering, and his shot was a killing move.

Su Zimo's big palm shrouded him, the spatial aura was oppressive, and Qiu Wanli even felt suffocated!

Qiu Wanli didn't have time to think about it, and without waiting for the old move, he slashed his backhand towards Su Zimo's wrist.

The blade trembled, flashing with three rays of aura.

This is a high-grade spirit knife!

But now, Su Zimo's physical body is so strong, it is too difficult for ordinary high-grade spiritual weapons to hurt him!

Facing Qiu Wanli's spirit knife, Su Zimo's move remained unchanged, grabbed it down, grabbed the spirit knife with his palm, shook and rolled, and snatched the spirit knife over.

Su Zimo stepped forward, clenched the spirit knife in his hand, and stabbed straight with his backhand!

Poof!

The blood light flickered, and behind Qiu Wanli's head, a bloodstained spirit knife protruded.

Between the staggered bodies of the two, Qiu Wanli's head was pierced and fell on the spot!

Su Zimo had long seen that this Qiu Wanli was not a good person, but a vicious and extremely evil person, so as soon as he made a move, it was a killing move, and he had no intention of keeping his hand at all!

With a knife to kill Qiu Wanli, Su Zimo's footsteps moved sideways, cut into the arms of another monk, and leaned closely.

As soon as this person's palm was placed on the storage bag, he felt that his eyes were dark, and there was a sharp pain in his chest, and his body flew uncontrollably, completely unconscious.

Swish!

Su Zimo's movements were different, his body shook, leaving a series of afterimages, his left arm was raised, and he made a fist as a seal, and fell violently, hitting the other person's heavenly spirit cover.

Brain burst!

Another person was lying on the long street.

"Bold!"

"Look for death!"

The dozen or so monks brought by Qiu Wanli reacted, and they all shouted loudly, drawing out all kinds of weapons, most of which were melee weapons, and they were powerful.

One of them picked up a huge iron hammer, and the wind howled, smashing it towards Su Zimo's head.

Su Zimo did not retreat or dodge, and with a backhand punch, he shook the person's spiritual weapon with his flesh and blood, and instead knocked the hammer in this person's hand away, fell into the arms of another monk, and shattered his sternum.

The broken bones were as sharp as the tip of a spear, and they were plunging into his lungs, and the man gasped for breath, a bellows-like snort in his throat, and he was hoarse and hoarse, and he couldn't see if he could survive.

On the long street, the figures are staggered, and between the rise and fall of Su Zimo's rabbit, interspersed among more than a dozen monks, the sound of fighting and colliding comes and goes.

After ten breaths, all the sounds returned to calm, leaving only a dozen corpses in place. (To be continued.) )