Qi Chen looked at Song Zhiyu. If his status as a monk were removed, he would be almost like an ordinary person.

There is some stubble, some dark circles under the eyes, and the tie is a little crooked due to the strong wind. The most important thing is to support the family and repay the loan.

But at this moment when he was fighting, his aura completely changed.

He just held the pen a little, and an ink barrier stretched out to block all the bullets.

"So fast!"

Qi Chen's pupils shrank. He saw the pen, like a flying knife, appear accurately on the knee of a bodyguard after blocking all the bullets.

Not a stab, but a slap.

It was like an iron bar was smashed down, and the knee shattered with a crisp sound.

The fallen leaves on the ground swept away in the direction of the opponent with this blow, which was extremely spectacular.

But Song Zhiyu didn't kill anyone, he just shattered the man's knees, making him lose the ability to fight.

The pen was like the scythe of death, moving through the crowd.

There were sounds of fractures, like someone eating crisp biscuits.

Click!

Click!

Xia Wenyi's expression suddenly changed, and she stared at the barrier in front of her, then at the terrifying pen.

With such cooperation, they can't hurt each other at all.

Some killers who were hiding in the dark suddenly tensed up at this moment. This incredible battle shocked everyone's hearts.

The night was very dark, the moon was above the clouds, and the moonlight could not shine on the earth. This situation was perfect for assassination, but now, they were actually a little afraid.

boom!

There was a muffled sound.

They clearly saw that the pen pushed a nearly two-meter-long man out, and his body flew several meters into the air before falling heavily.

"Let's go."

Song Zhiyu seemed content, moving the ink barrier and heading forward.

Xia Wenyi looked ugly and kept retreating. The pistol had no effect when facing the grandmaster.

He looked down at his phone and saw a message.

"The barrier can only be cast in one direction. With Song Zhiyu's ability, it can cover a width of five meters in front of him at most, using the human sea tactic."

"Song Zhiyu is kind and will not kill anyone."

Xia Wenyi knew that this was a message from the mysterious Brother Zhou Zhou.

"Grandmasters are human beings too. Grandmasters can also get tired. Let me see how long you can hold on."

Xia Wenyi whistled, and in the dark grass, figures appeared one after another like rain all over the sky.

They come from all directions, so naturally they attack from all directions.

There were many killers, nearly a hundred of them, like a black tide, trying to swallow up Qi Chen and the two of them.

Qi Chen was frightened. The Xia family was too well prepared. If he was the only one here today, even if he still had two bottles of top-quality psychic potion, it would not be enough.

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Whoosh!

But he saw Xia Wenyi's suit shaking, and another pen flew out from the inner pocket, but this pen was completely black.

The pen clicked into the air, and black crows appeared, flapping their wings.

Or grab the opponent's shoulder with his claws and tear off a piece of flesh.

Or the sharp mouth pierces the opponent's eyes, like kebabs, with bloody eyeballs appearing on them.

Or the wings flap against the opponent's chest, making a thunderous sound. The chests of those killers are sunken, and they fall to the ground just by looking at them, making it difficult to fight.

"Although I don't like killing people, I don't say I won't see blood." Song Zhiyu murmured to himself.

He strikes very quickly and decisively, and because of this, his spiritual energy is consumed faster.

"If I go back too late, my wife will scold me, and Xiaoguo won't be able to hear my bedtime story."

If these killers knew that they were ruthless just to go home to their wives and children, they might vomit blood.

He moved forward at a very fast speed, just like walking, and these hundreds of people did not pose any danger to him at all.

The wilderness road with screams one after another seemed even more terrifying.

Qi Chen, who was following Song Zhiyu, had a look of surprise in his eyes. He finally understood that he still had a lot to learn.

The reason why he was able to suppress the Cicada Master before was probably because the other party had no intention of fighting.

"Although this guy says he doesn't kill people, the way he hurts people is really terrifying. He can reach the master, and no one is easy to mess with." Qi Chen curled his lips.

At this time, he did not do any detailed calculations. If he reasoned a little, he would discover a terrifying thing.

Today, Song Zhiyu looks about forty years old, which is considered middle-aged among ordinary people. However, he became a grandmaster seven years ago, which means that the other party's talent is so strong. "The writing is like a flower,

As soon as the pen is written, Song Zhiyu is only one breath away from entering the second step of becoming a master."

On the balcony, Zhuge Yan finally couldn't look at the book in his hand. His eyes were as hot as the sun at this moment, and they didn't have any pupils.

"And this guy seems to have become a little crueler. I'm afraid it's also related to what happened back then."

"Both my wife and children died in the hands of the demon clan. It's really pitiful."

"But it's even more of a pity. If he had continued to practice in the past seven years, he might have taken the second step to become a master by now."

"It's just that I'm curious. Facing the two grandmasters, what trump card does the Xia family have, unless the Xia family brings in the grandmaster from the Buddhist sect."

Whether the Xia family is destroyed or Qi Chen dies, it has no impact on Zhuge Yan. His duty is just to protect the Demon City from chaos.

…

"Total destruction...."

Xia Wenwen looked outside, and there seemed to be a faint smell of blood coming from it, which made him very uncomfortable and wanted to vomit.

It was the first time he saw the master's power

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There were more than a hundred people in total, and they were all armed with weapons and even pistols. However, at this moment, they no longer had any combat effectiveness.

The door opened.

Xia Wenyi stumbled and rolled in. His shoulder was punctured and blood trickled out.

"Literary art!" Xia Zhiyan was extremely horrified and even more frightened. If she didn't bring the person back, nothing would happen.

"Amitabha!"

Master Buhui held the Buddhist beads in his hand, and a ray of Buddha's light fell on him, making Xia Wenyi's face look better.

"Help him in and ask the doctor to bandage him." Mrs. Xia remained calm and did not lose her composure.

The mysterious brother Zhou Zhou sighed slightly: "Unexpectedly, Song Zhiyu's character has changed a bit."

"Teacher, he doesn't dare to kill anyone after all." Huang Jinlong grabbed a teacup, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

After losing to Qi Chen last time, he finally made a breakthrough and reached the second level of Consecration.

Although he is not good enough in front of Qi Chen, he is already the best among his peers.

"Be careful and don't reveal your identity."

"Yes, teacher." Huang Jinlong grinned, "Maybe he will be defeated in my hands without the teacher taking action at all."

Huang Jinlong left.

The wind outside is like a soul sail, blowing loudly.

On both sides of Qi Chen and Song Zhiyu, a group of people had fallen.

"It's been a long time since I've done anything, and it feels like it's been quite expensive, but I'd better keep your psychic potion for now. The first hurdle is not going to be easy." Song Zhiyu said with a faint smile, he had already sensed the crisis.

A hundred ordinary people cannot harm the Grand Master, but a thousand ordinary people may be able to.

But this number is even less when it comes to monks.

One monk in the Consecrated Light Realm may not be able to kill the Grandmaster, but a hundred monks in the Consecrated Light Realm can.

"Do I still have a bloody disaster?"

Qi Chen nodded.

"I will take action next. You can't withstand it alone. I'm afraid there are many people in front of you." Qi Chen naturally saw the aura rioting there.

Song Zhiyu regretted and said, "I really shouldn't have come with you. You know, if the Xia family puts all their efforts and invites a hundred monks to work hard, they can still do it."

Qi Chen smiled slyly: "They only thought that I would come alone, so they didn't include you. This is our opportunity."

"It's an opportunity, but if we want to pass it, we have to strain our muscles and bones. If one of us fails, we will meet the master in the end."

"How can it be so common for a grandmaster?" Qi Chen shook his head.

Huang Jinlong was holding a big knife and standing in the dark night not far away, his eyes flashing with terrifying light.

"When we said goodbye that day, I didn't expect that Mr. Qi had already entered the Grand Master. It really frightened me. No wonder such a young Grand Master would become a knife in the maintenance department."

"It's just that this knife, sir, is too reckless!"

To be the disciple of a master, one's mind will naturally not be simple.
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