Knives, guns, sticks, swords, and even broken stones were carried by the wind.

The ground was shaking. Although he couldn't see it, Qi Chen could feel that a giant giant made of condensed wind had formed in front of him.

Qi Chen raised his sword.

The slender sword passed through the dark night, passed through the wind barrier, and passed through the densely packed weapons. The sword had only one target, and that was Brother Zhou.

As long as his law is broken, these will disappear.

The sword has not yet arrived, but the power of the sword has arrived.

"Don't even think about it!"

Master Buhui covered his physical body with the Immovable Vajra, standing like a stone giant in front of Brother Zhou Zhou.

After all, it was just a sword move. After scratching three blood marks on the opponent's body, he was forced back by those wind giants.

Boom!

Boom!

It may seem like a long time has passed, but to a monk who has reached this level, it is just a breath.

Brother Zhou controlled the wind giant, swung his weapon towards Qi Chen, and slashed away.

The strong wind swept across, and the weapons were irregular at all, like tentacles, and then they landed violently, as if dozens of people were attacking at the same time.

Qi Chen's pressure increased greatly. The wind was too strong tonight.

The stronger the wind, the stronger the opponent's formation.

He doesn't understand the formation, but it seems to be connected with Fu Zhuan. Unfortunately, he doesn't know much about Fu Zhuan either.

Dala——

The sharp dagger tore through the clothes on his back, leaving a trail of blood on his back.

There was another sound, and a strong wind picked up several pieces of gravel and shot towards his calf. He blocked some of them, but the remaining piece broke through his physical defense and penetrated Qi Chen's flesh.

inside.

The sound of dense blows kept coming, and the muscles in Qi Chen's calf became more and more tense, and his body kept moving.

But no matter how fast a person is, he can't beat the wind. After all, the wind is really strong tonight.

He regrets a little now. If he had known earlier, he would not have chosen today.

It was just too late to regret it. Feeling the stinging pain in his body, Qi Chen knew that he might not be able to go back standing today.

Although he had fought at the Grandmaster level before, Master Man had a fatal problem. The opponent had no experience as a Grandmaster, no mental skills, and even poor skills.

Although he was called a genius back then, a genius who has not grown up is no longer a genius.

Especially the other party's character is not as strong as these veteran geniuses, and it is not even as strong as Master Buhui.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and Qi Chen's situation is becoming more and more unfavorable.

He wanted to attack, but he couldn't get in. The opponent wanted to kill him, but he couldn't kill him for a while.

Both sides are consuming each other.

Qi Chen used sword skills, but the pig-killing knife technique was not smooth and was only suitable for a fatal blow.

In the black night, everything was pitch black. Only the Xia family's old house had light. What was left was the light erupting between the swords.

Qi Chen directly drank two bottles of top-quality psychic potion.

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The aura is constantly recovering.

The sword light flourished.

And this change naturally fell into Brother Zhou's eyes.

"What a terrible young man. He can do such a great thing. I don't believe there is no support from a big shot behind him. However, the Repair and Management Office ignored this matter. The person who can cultivate such a talent must be the God of War."

But, so what?

At this moment, all the bodyguards and the last monks of the Xia family who had been retreating rushed over.

Their idea is very simple, just to kill Qi Chen.

Chuchuchu!

Dozens of bullets penetrated the night, as fast as a shower. Even though Qi Chen was powerful in combat, he seemed not as powerful as Song Zhiyu in terms of defense.

Qi Chen's pupils were getting scarier and scarier at this time, a red that was almost stained with blood, and extremely sharp, like an eagle flying on the grassland.

The trajectories of each bullet seemed to be imprinted in his mind, and they kept slowing down, making them very clear.

Qi Chen noticed the changes in his eyes. This should be the evolution of "Celestial Appearance", which allowed him to open the eyes.

So, he drew his sword.

Thin rays of sword light hit each bullet with incomparable precision. Because they could be seen, the strength and trajectory of each sword were extremely perfect.

But to outsiders, it seemed as if Qi Chen just waved his sword and countless bullets fell on the ground.

There was a constant muffled sound.

Although they were shocked, no one stopped. Along with the bullets, there were many monks.

His blood-red eyes looked at everything in front of him calmly, seemingly not paying attention to the crowd rushing over.

Qi Chen's sword light flashed suddenly, and then disappeared into the darkness.

Also disappearing with the sword light was his figure.

The long sword in his hand was inserted into the root of a monk's thigh. Through the sword body, he could feel the touch of the long sword rubbing against the opponent's leg bone.

Creak... creak....

It's like someone is playing music.

That sound aroused his blood, which was more attractive to him than women. He didn't notice his flushed skin and swollen blood vessels.

He simply raised the sword, and with a scream, the monk's thigh was completely cut off. Only a thin layer of skin was still connected to the body, which looked weird and terrifying.

Without hesitation, he turned around and stabbed the other monk's throat with his sword.

The knife in the man's hand was still raised in the air, and his eyes looked at Qi Chen with hatred.

Qi Chen twisted his wrist, and the sword smashed the opponent's throat.

He shuttles in the wind, he assassinates in the dark night, and every time he appears, someone will die.

But Qi Chen didn't notice that the blood in his body was flowing faster and faster, the cyclone was spinning rapidly, and the spiritual energy was burning like fire.

He entered a strange state, which actually made him forget his physical condition.

Under such a crazy attack, it is impossible not to be injured, but the body

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The blood seemed to stimulate his desire to fight again.

It's getting more and more intense.

"kill!"

Qi Chen broke through the many blockades, and his body was covered with blood, both his own and that of others.

He appeared in front of Master Buhui and drew his sword.

Master Buhui urged the wooden fish to resist, but when the two came into contact, he screamed strangely.

The wooden fish cracked.

His eyes are blind.

At the same time, Qi Chen turned around and took the butcher's knife directly.

Brother Zhou's face was pale. He didn't seem to do much tonight, but whether it was the wind illusion array used by hundreds of monks before or the wind giant just now, it required a lot of spiritual energy to be consumed.

What monks in this world lack most is spiritual energy.

A master who has lost his aura is sometimes so weak that even an ordinary person can kill him.

The butcher's knife moved forward without hesitation, completely ignoring the wind coming from around it.

"You bastard, you are going to die with me!"

Brother Zhou's expression changed suddenly. In his opinion, Qi Chen was completely a lunatic.

He controlled the wind and attacked Qi Chen's back, but the opponent only focused on hacking at himself.

"wake up!"

Suddenly, the voice of the weapon spirit came, the merit weapon trembled slightly, and a cool air directly calmed the flames in Qi Chen's body.

"Oops!"

Qi Chen had no choice but to use his left sword to block the wind from behind. Because he forcibly changed some movements, the sword he landed lost part of its power.
To be continued...