Chapter 210: A Miserable Situation

The killing began from then on, there was no sympathy in Zhao Haochen's eyes, there was no pity, pity and sympathy were just a slogan for the weak to protect themselves, and it was just a thought of the strong. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And at this time......

The thousands of people fighting in the Ji family's mansion didn't notice that there was a figure standing quietly in a corner, without any superfluous movements, and his eyes were even calmer.

Dressed in a green robe, his slender figure looked very inconspicuous in the blood, and his face was indifferent, like a noble king watching everything that happened below.

This is the blue-robed protector of the Holy King's Temple.

From top to bottom, the Holy King's Hall is followed by the Holy King, the Seven Dharma Protectors, and the Thirty-six Hall Masters, each with amazing strength.

"The Ji family is finished, they know too much, even if Jianzi doesn't kill them, I can't keep them, so let Jianzi have a good time first, after all, he is about to go to see his father. ”

There was a hint of an indifferent smile on the corner of the mouth of the blue-robed protector, "I didn't expect the body of the sword to be so strong, it seems that refining a puppet is a good choice." Only those who have been happy know how uncomfortable pain is!"

More than a thousand people died in the courtyard, blood stained the earth, the bloody breath filled everyone's hearts, the eyes of the soldiers who rushed in turned red, and the mood of the blue-robed protector in the corner did not fluctuate at all.

He just stood quietly in the corner, making people unconsciously ignore his existence, occasionally a few eyes were not opened, he did not make any movements, a faint majestic momentum made it turn into blood foam, floating in the air.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

There were slashing sounds all around, and the chaotic noise doomed the fate of the Ji family.

Ji Chengkong stood stunned, he didn't go to kill, and no one came to kill him, he looked at the burning mansion in a panic, his eyes were full of pain.

He never thought that his family would reach such a point, and he would fall into such a miserable situation.

Zhao Haochen looked at him lightly, he didn't kill Ji Chengkong immediately, firstly, because he was not enough to pose a threat to himself, and secondly, Zhao Haochen wanted him to see the destruction of the Ji family with his own eyes.

After about an hour, the killing finally stopped, and the sky above the Ji family was completely covered with a bloody aura, and the blood-colored clouds were red, making people uneasy, and the earth had completely turned into a blood-colored ocean.

Ji Chengkong's eyes were filled with horror, and he looked at the clansmen who fell under him in disbelief, he wanted to save them, but he couldn't do anything.

Wife, son, daughter......

All were mercilessly slaughtered.

"Ji Chengkong, I'll send you on your way!" Zhao Haochen stared at him, his eyes revealing a fierce light, like a hungry tiger staring at his prey.

"Boom!"

A strange wave came from behind him, but it arrived in front of his eyes in an instant, forcing him to retreat step by step.

Only then did Zhao Haochen notice the green-robed protector standing in the corner.

The green-robed protector walked unhurriedly in the direction of Zhao Haochen, but as he approached, he felt like he was stuck in a quagmire, his whole body was bound, and a pressure that seemed to come from heaven and earth was acting heavily on him, and the bones up and down his body were rattling.

The tendons on the back of the hand are like earthworms, highlighting their skin, trying to run outward, and the tiny scars are like crevices injected with mercury, constantly expanding, and bright red blood seeps out of the body that has been wet with sweat.

The sword in his hand had already reached Ji Chengkong's neck, and as long as Zhao Haochen used a little force, he could pick a huge transparent hole in his neck.

However, at the moment, he could not move.

Ji Chengkong was stunned for a moment, then laughed wantonly, and hurriedly retreated a few steps.

"Hahaha-"

The arrogant and provocative voice echoed in the air, stinging Zhao Haochen's mind.

Ji Chengkong looked in the direction of the green robe protector, and his eyebrows showed excitement.

"Lord Dharma Protector!" Ji Chengkong immediately bowed and saluted, his expression indescribably respectful.

The many soldiers standing around them fixed their eyes on the body of this green-robed man, but they instantly felt a dizziness in their minds, unspeakably uncomfortable, and what they were afraid of was that it seemed that the blood in their whole body was agitated, constantly impacting towards their seven orifices.

I don't know when, a few more figures flashed, standing respectfully beside the green-robed protector.

"My lord, we're late, please punish you!"

These figures are impressively hall masters, and they have the strength of no less than the Ji Clan's ancestors. Seeing the blood, his face changed, and he hurriedly asked the Qingpao Protector for his guilt.

The green-robed protector glanced at a few people indifferently, and did not make a sound, and the hall masters immediately stood behind him silently.

"Jianzi, have you killed so many people, but are you still satisfied?" asked the green-robed protector.

Zhao Haochen's body was almost like being placed in a quagmire, unable to move a bit, and looked indifferently at the green robe protector.

"Satisfied? The Ji family has indirectly killed so many children, and there are still people in their family, how can I leave here if I don't finish killing? As for satisfying me, then all the people in your Holy King's Hall will be self-defeating!"

He could see the origin of the other party from the color of the other party's clothes, and the name of Ji Chengkong's mouth made him more sure of the identity of the person who came.

There is a splendid palace embroidered on the green robe, which is the symbol of the green robe protector of the Holy King's Palace.

The seven protectors of the Holy King's Palace, each wearing seven different colors of clothing, are very bright.

"Presumptuous!" With a wave of the green robe protector's arm, a ray of brilliance landed on Zhao Haochen's body, and suddenly there was a strong force, and Zhao Haochen was pressed to the ground with a bang, unable to move.

The blood on the whole body gushed out like a spring, merging with the blood red on the ground.

The soldiers who remained here had already turned into a pile of blood foam, and they were no longer separated from the Ji family, Liu Cheng, Menglong and the others were in this momentum, they couldn't extricate themselves, they couldn't move a single inch at all, only the infinite anxiety and angry look on their faces.

"Take him away!" the green-robed protector said lightly, ordering to the person behind him.

Suddenly, the two hall masters rushed towards Zhao Haochen.

Zhao Haochen was lying on the ground, with a mouthful of blood spitting out of his mouth, looking at the two hall masters who rushed over, he was powerless to resist at this moment, his fragile body was like a porcelain doll, and it would shatter when he touched it.

"Die!"

Zhao Haochen roared angrily, his eyes showed a fierce light, the long sword in his hand came out of his hand, and rushed towards Ji Chengkong.