Chapter 590

"What a corpse collector, wonderful and fast!"

Wu Chen couldn't help clapping his hand and laughed: "what you said is really vivid. Since it's none of your business, don't be affected. By the way, does it cost money to collect corpses? "

"Your knife is good. You can mortgage it to me first." The fortune teller shrugged and said to Wu Chen, "but if you want to use this knife now, I can take it away from you when you really die."

It's raining incessantly. It seems that only the sound of rain and people's breathing can be heard in the whole street. Everything is silent, just as the danger is coming, there is no sign.

In the distance, there was a lot of footsteps, and in different directions, the other party was not afraid of running away. After all, a huge border appeared quietly on Wu Chen's head.

The pressure of the border is not too strong, but Wu Chen is very clear that as long as he touches the border, with his present physical strength, he will be crushed into dross in a flash.

Dare to release the border wantonly on the root of the Imperial City, and do so grandly, I'm afraid few people in the whole capital have such courage.

"Come fast." Wu Chen shrugged his shoulders with a bitter smile and said, "there is no way for people to escape.",

"I haven't felt so pure and full of killing intention for a long time." The old man closed his eyes and drew a small line on Wu Chen's body. He joked: "for the sake of your killing intention, you also have the money of the old man during the day. You deserve this little help."

Wu Chen felt the heat wave rising suddenly on his body, and suddenly felt that his body had undergone dramatic changes - as if his strength had been greatly improved, so that he had a primitive impulse to kill everything!

"To fight into the Tao."

As soon as the old man frowned and frowned, he disappeared completely in the streets. He was as mysterious as his identity and disappeared suddenly.

Yes, tonight's fight, only their own.

Wu Chen raised the old man's foothold before he disappeared and laughed at himself.

What's the point? It's just killing a few people, not to mention... If you don't kill yourself, you will die.

Perhaps the world is like this, every change, always all over the blood and thorns, only stepping on the dead bone, singing elegy, it is possible to reshape everything!

The footstep is near, near

A long knife with cold light penetrates the heavy rain curtain and cuts the rain, bringing a transparent and fuzzy track.

Wu Chen couldn't tell how fast the knife was.

However, even with their own psychic eyes, there is still no way to avoid, or even room for maneuver.

Either forward or die.

But Wu Chen's heart, is impossible to let him compromise like this.

"Ding"

It was a very clear sound. It was the sound of the metal trembling. In an instant, a bloody awn tore the long sword and cut it into two pieces.

Wu Chen felt the cry of the blood knife and the strong desire for blood, and suddenly showed a smile that people could not understand.

Perhaps, this is the long lost fighting spirit, and the killing heart that is not often aroused.

There are dozens of people in the street. They seem to have been completely integrated with the night. They are all dressed in black tights, which is more convenient for them to move.

Or... For killing people, black is more suitable for funeral or birthday clothes.

Wu Chen has already got a lot of clues from the long sword in his hands - these people are actually Japanese Bushido, and each person's long sword is engraved with his own name.

He had dealt with this group of people before, so he knew that they should be high-level ninjas, or at least highly respected swordsmen.

But Wu Chen didn't understand. Who put these Japanese warriors in? In other words, it's arrogant that there are foreigners who dare to touch the source of dragon veins?

All of a sudden, he heard the sound of the machine gun opening the safety bolt, and understood immediately.

It turns out that there are other people.

"Are you all here to kill me?" Wu Chen looked back at the place where the sound of machine gun came from and said with a smile, "it's Japanese again, and it's my own compatriots. I don't understand. Why do you do things so absolutely? "

"No nonsense! Wu Chen, you must die today! "

Wu Chen nodded and burst into laughter: "ha ha ha ha... It seems that Wu Chen really has a big face! As soon as I arrived in the capital, I was arranged by people. "

It seemed that they knew how powerful Wu Chen was. They didn't give Wu Chen any more opportunities. They approached Wu Chen slowly in the direction of non-stop, raised their long knife and lashed Wu Chen's chest.

Because in such narrow streets and alleys, Wu Chen could not avoid it at all, and it was much easier and more convenient to fight with cold weapons. If you shoot casually, you can't tell who is your own man and who is the enemy.

However, to prevent Wu Chen from running away, the other party still deployed a group of thugs, holding a machine gun high in his hand, aiming at Wu Chen, trying to lock him firmly.

It's a kill game.

Wu Chen is no exception to the so-called "beating his teacher Fu to death" with sticks. He felt strong pressure at the moment when he just touched each other.

Those strange blades, like cunning poisonous snakes, swam in all directions, waiting for an opportunity to attack Wu Chen.

Under such circumstances, Wu Chen had no way to resist. At least, passive defense won't last long.

But at this time, the boiling heat wave all over his body attacked his four limbs again.

In fact, this kind of power is not the real improvement of cultivation, more should belong to the mobilized killing intention. Perhaps Wu Chen himself is not clear, at the moment on his back, quietly emerged a blood veins.

That is a word of "kill".

What the blade means, what the heart wants. I follow the will to kill, with the body as the blade, with the soul as the edge, is bound to cut all enemies!

"Sha Zi Dao... This is Sha Zi Dao."

Wu Chen looked at his blood knife and seemed to have completely forgotten the enemy in front of him.

He has fully understood that killing is not just for the sake of killing. However, the reasons for killing people are not as complicated as they think. They follow their own heart and aim for the bright. Even if they sink in the killing words, they are still plain and unsophisticated.

This is his way.

That's why he came to Beijing.

If you don't use your own sword to kill all those dregs and ants, how can you have a peaceful and prosperous world?