Overlooking Chen Jiannan running away and begging for mercy, Li Cifo raised his head and laughed, and a sense of pride arose spontaneously. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The more frightened Chen Jiannan was before he died, and the more miserable he died, the more he had a sense of accomplishment, and his Dao heart would become stronger, and he would not be afraid of encountering strong enemies in the future.

He was even afraid of killing Chen Jiannan too quickly, and this kind of excitement of the superior suddenly disappeared, and he would have a sense of loss.

If you are not a cultivator, this kind of pleasure of a jackal fighting a tiger is incomprehensible.

He wanted to slowly enjoy the process of killing Chen Jiannan, which was one of the reasons why Li Cifo never made a move later, afraid that he would die as soon as he made a move.

There is another reason, these monks under his command are dead, it seems to be in his interests, anyway, after killing Chen Jiannan, Li Cifo has a new world in front of him, of course the tavern will not be opened, and it is useless to ask for these 'guys'.

Chen Jiannan's body was moving and leaping in the glacial terrain with many gentle slopes, and there were endless swords and hidden weapons behind him, and he had to experience several dangers every time he breathed.

But he was just like that, unharmed, and ran away like a fish in the water.

The killers who were chasing after him in the rear were all surprised, Chen Jiannan's luck was too good, such a series of kills didn't hurt him!

Seeing Chen Jiannan's body shrouded in starlight, every pursuer couldn't help but wonder, every time he missed, was it because of his strange body?

The eight monks who had cultivated the Dharma to the unfathomable level were all played by Chen Jiannan, and these rabble Jindan monks couldn't help him for a while, although it was unexpected, but it was also reasonable.

Twelve people rotated a few times, and each killer missed a knife but still slashed angrily, always thinking that the next knife would result Chen Jiannan.

Maybe God is no longer playing tricks on people, Chen Jiannan's mental state gradually improved by three points, and after checking the vitality in his body, he couldn't help but be startled.

The vitality in the meridians has already dropped to the medium amount of the early stage of Jindan, and it will not take long for it to fall to the level of the qi refining stage, which is really very dangerous under the current and current eyes of the strong enemy.

Chen Jiannan panicked and ran the method of cleaning up the impurities and foreign substances in his body, fighting against the poisonous gas of the chemical element that was growing like fermentation.

A huge amount of vitality erupted from the dantian valve, and although most of it was dissolved by the chemical element poison gas, the amount in the meridians was much more.

The pores around Chen Jiannan's body spewed out a faint mist that was almost invisible to the naked eye, of which 199% was water mist, which also contained toxins.

In this way, the water in the body is consumed quickly, and after a while, he feels dry and dry, and Chen Jiannan can only keep his body hydrated by constantly eating snow flakes falling from the sky.

Seeing that he was so crazy that he kept eating snow, the pursuers behind laughed.

At the same time, Chen Jiannan operated the Taoist heart trick of clearing the heart and opening the mind to calm the nerves, and the restless runes in the sea gradually became orderly, and his mental state had a tendency to further improve.

The sword and magic attacks continued to shoot past him, and Chen Jiannan was already extremely angry in his heart, but he was pretending to be a strange smile to confuse the enemy.

"His madness is getting worse and worse, everyone work harder, kill him quickly, and go back to drink and hug his mother-in-law. The braided pock-faced monk sneered.

All the killers suddenly agreed, and they all hurried to make a move, and the sound of the sword light breaking through the air was sharp and piercing.

"I'm going to die!"

Chen Jiannan turned around and shouted angrily, his face was burned red, and the Yao Guangjian drew an arc in the direction of the pursuers with a sparkling water.

Sen Ran's sword light was incomparable, and the sword qi fanned out, covering the twelve enemies that were chasing.

This blow was furious, condensing Chen Jiannan's full strength at this time, and it was fierce.

The twelve killers chased down all the way, Chen Jiannan never fought back, they had already forgotten the danger to the clouds, completely relaxed their vigilance, and only thought that as soon as they killed Chen Jiannan, they cut off his head and went back to drink, gamble and play girls.

The sword light flew out half the distance, and most of the killers came to their senses, and a few were still at a loss.

The blow was swift and violent, and the sword light could only hear screams and wailing roars wherever it went, and three or four blood rays splattered out.

The upper half of the three monks' bodies were blurred with flesh and blood, and one of them had his head split open, which was terrible to see, and these three people were not alive at the eyes.

There was also a monk who looked like a bamboo pole with his entire left foot cut off, blood gushing out, and a miserable howl, as if he wanted to call out the blue sky to a hole.

Another tall monk had his left shoulder cut off by Qi Gen, and he hissed like a pig, like a pig howling with a broken foot monk.

One sword, three dead and two wounded.

Chen Jiannan did not turn around and flee again, but rushed angrily towards the still frightened pursuer.

This group of ants has been chasing and killing him for so long, Chen Jiannan is full of resentment and depression, it's time to break off.

"You ants, you have to ...... today Die!"

Chen Jiannan said the word 'death' very seriously, as if a muffled thunder exploded, which frightened every killer.

"Fight with him!" the pockmarked monk shouted.

At this point, the seven monks who were not injured and one with one broken foot and one severed hand had no intention of escaping, and could only fight to the death.

The silver light flashed in the air, the sound of sharp weapons clanging, the gang shot vigorously, and the snow powder flew.

Chen Jiannan's mental state has recovered eighty or ninety, his posture is heroic and sassy, his body is light and dexterous, and his moves are brave and resolute.

With one enemy against nine, do not fall behind.

The nine killers were more and more frightened the more they fought, and the more they fought the flesh, the more they jumped, and they were horrified to find that no matter whether they were comparing their bodies or moves, they were not at the same level as the genius swordsman Chen Jiannan.

It's like a person who has just jumped into the water and flapped a few times, and actually competes with a swimmer who trains in the water for four hours a day, isn't that a joke?

Chen Jiannan, who recovered mentally and killed decisively, made the nine originally arrogant killers afraid, frightened, and even helpless and desperate, hating why his mother gave birth to them in the first place.

Heart-rending screams rang out from time to time, and every time one of the killers was chopped off and stamped by Chen Jiannan.

"Grandpa Ci Buddha, help......" The shadow of death shrouded the nine ninja outer disciples, and a few timid hiss for help.

Li Cifo's eyes were gloomy and he watched the fierce fight from a distance, which could almost be said to be a massacre, and he didn't know why, but he had no intention of coming to the rescue.

"Ahh

A blade struck from behind, severing both of his thighs by the roots, cutting off half of the organs that could give him pleasure.

The body of the tall monk whose limbs had been amputated gushed with blood gushing out, and he opened his mouth and screamed wildly, falling downward.

"Rubbish!"

With a flick of his fingers, the head of the tall monk, whose limbs were cut off, exploded like a rotten watermelon.

The pock-faced monk's scalp was slaved off a palm-sized piece, and his white and bloody skull was exposed, and his long braid dragged his scalp to the back, tearing his scalp downward.

The pock-faced monk moved and dodged very quickly, and his long braid dragged his scalp behind him, tearing it all the way down, tearing off the skin of his neck, and falling on the collar, the back of his neck was dripping with blood, and it was miserable to see.

"Ahh

"Chen Jiannan is a monster, let's escape!"

"Escape, where to flee, flee is death, kill him!"

The sword light and sword shadow in the air are overflowing, and the blood spring is splashing.

It's not a fight, it's a massacre.

......

The cold wind is cold, the snowflakes are flying, the figures are gloomy, and the twelve killers are lying in the snow.

Chen Jiannan stood in the air five feet above the ground, his eyes were blank, as if he was lonely.

The wind howled, ruffling his long hair......