Chapter 2280

The battle ahead is still going on. The old man is very strong, but he can't defeat the United battle of these miners.

The battlefield is moving slowly towards the distance, which is the old man's chance to escape for Zichen.

But if Zichen ran away, the old man would be in danger.

Zichen can't run, also can't run, he can't implicate to him can say very good old man.

The cloth strip in his hand has been untied, revealing the black scabbard. He grabs the scabbard with his left hand and stands up again, looking out of the hole with some cold eyes.

These miners who fought against each other are all holy kings, or even holy kings with Holy Level flesh bodies. It's hard for them to be tough with their beaks.

Every time the old man knocked them down, they were able to stand up again and rush to the old man.

The old man's physical exertion was too great, his feet became no longer vigorous, and his reaction speed dropped. During this period, he was hit by the attack of Ulu and others. He began to lose completely, and his life was in danger.

Zichen turned around and took out the piece of holy Wujing from the bamboo basket and threw it out of the hole. He stood beside the hole and said to those who were fighting in the distance: "want the holy Wujing, come here and take it!"

When talking, Zichen walked toward the mouth of the cave, his left hand holding the scabbard behind him.

These people fight with the old man, this is for the sake of Saint Wujing. At the moment, seeing this little guy throw the saint Wujing out, their eyes are flashing with greedy light.

"Get out of here

Wulu saw that Zichen went to the front of the saint Wujing, greedy eyes, revealed a touch of cold light. He abandoned the old man and rushed to Zichen.

In his hand, he held the pickaxe tightly, and the veins on his arm were protruding. When he came to Zichen quickly, he held up the pickaxe and hit Zichen fiercely.

Although the old man intended to intercept others, there were still several people who had passed through the old man's obstruction and came towards Zichen. They were only a little slower than Ulu.

Looking at this powerful blow, Zichen's expression did not change. His right foot moved to the right, and his left hand and scabbard behind him came to the front.

His body tilted to the right, and his right hand fell on the handle of the knife. Wu Lu's pickaxe was smashed down by wiping Zichen's corner.

"Shua!"

The left arm that receives slight concussion is motionless, Zichen right hand sends force, draw a knife to come out of scabbard.

Here, the energy can not be used, Zichen can not show the amazing drawing skills of the world. But he can also exert force, so the action of drawing a knife is still very natural and unrestrained.

When the blade is pulled out of its sheath, the black light flickers on the broken blade. Without the awn, the power of this drawing can be ignored.

However, Zichen did not pull out the scabbard in a simple sense. In the process of drawing the knife, his right arm continued to exert force, and the black knife was cut off obliquely, like lifting the sky, extending from Ulu's left abdomen to the other party's right shoulder.

His uniform, which was also patched all over his body, was instantly broken by this knife. However, his defense, which was so strong that it could not be broken by a pickaxe, was cut into a long cut in an instant.

This Dao is an advanced version of the art of pulling out a knife. It is similar to Zichen's understanding of the essence of the technique. However, it is much stronger than the original one.

Because this is the record of Jidian one Dao in the nine days sword decision. This Dao belongs to the attack trend, and it has no return.

The broken knife in his hand no longer returns to the scabbard in an instant as before, but points to the sky and circulates black light.

Ulu's blow failed, body Leng in situ, looking at the body was cut through the hole, eyes full of disbelief.

He never put in the eyes of the little guy, unexpectedly took out a weapon, but also so easily broke his defense.

You know, even the old man, in these years, did not get weapons.

He had a chance to get a weapon, but he chose the stone house because it was useless to ask for weapons. Here he did not fight with him.

But today, seeing the long wound on his body, he felt regret for the first time.

But what he regretted was the black blood flowing out from the wound. His figure couldn't help shaking. He felt dizzy.

"You, you..."

He looked at Zichen, unbelievable expression, at the moment is full of horror and thick panic.

Zichen, who broke the sword with his left hand and his right hand, didn't pay attention to Ulu any more. Instead, he took a step sideways and went around the other side. Instead of returning to the scabbard, Zichen chopped away towards the front.

In front of him, the second person who appears is parry. After seeing the broken knife in Zichen's hand, the other party is obviously surprised. At the same time, the forward attack turns into a block.

In this world, weapons are very high-level things. Compared with the lowest level pickaxe, they are much higher.

"Shua!"

When the knife was cut off, there seemed to be a black light flickering. Parry's pickaxe immediately split into two. At the same time, the knife was cut off, cutting the other side's eyebrows and falling from the front face.Parry's action was fixed, and Zichen's face was expressionless. His body was accompanied by the cutting knife. At the same time, he turned a circle. The broken knife and his body drew an arc.

Within this arc range, Della's attack is evaded by Zichen, and the subsequent broken knife cuts off the opponent's arm holding the pickaxe.

With a cry of alarm, Della held her broken arm in one hand, and let the blood gush out and regress in horror.

This scene, almost happened in an instant, when other people reacted over, Zichen advanced three steps, put Ulu and parry, left behind.

His eyes, indifferent to della, the latter terrified, back and forth.

And other reaction come over person, already stop at one's feet, look at the purple Chen of expression of fright cold.

Not far from the front, other people fighting with the old man also stopped and looked at this side in shock. Originally they did not put in the eye of the little guy, unexpectedly in an instant defeated three people.

The old man was also shocked. He knew that Zichen was carrying a piece of cloth all day, but he didn't know what it was. I didn't expect it was a broken Dao baptized by the rules here. It's of extraordinary quality.

Indifferently swept these a few people one eye, purple Chen holds a knife to turn around, walk from Parry side, came to Wu Lu behind.

At the moment, Ulu's body has been suffused with black light, and the toxin smeared on the blade has begun to invade his heart. Shivering, he took out a porcelain vase from his arms, poured out the only pill from it, and was about to deliver it to his mouth.

As long as he takes the pills in time, his life will be saved. As for the wound on his body, it was not a fatal wound, and he could recover completely with his powerful body.

Can not wait for him to put the pill into his mouth, but heard a cold voice behind him, "this pill has no use for you, don't waste it!"

Ulu is very poisonous and slow-moving. He doesn't know what happened behind him, but he also knows that this should be a very bad thing, even a matter endangering his life.

He didn't know what happened behind him, but behind him, the others saw it.

Zichen held up the broken knife that didn't return to the scabbard, and cut to his neck without hesitation, just like cutting melon and cutting grass.

"Poof!"

With a light sound, a head flew up and blood gushed from headless body.

The broken knife returns to the scabbard in an instant. Zichen steps forward and takes the broken knife that is about to be sprayed with blood, and moves away quickly.

Two drops of blood had stained his patched robe, eroding two small holes.

There was a dead silence in the whole mine, only the sound of blood gushing.

Ulu was a headless corpse, and parry stood motionless, and the skin he could see became pitch black. After about three breaths, his body fell back.

Three and two died.

In addition to the toxic effect, Parry's fatal wound is still the scar from the brow to the cheek.

The retrogressive della is still alive, but he has broken his arm, and the toxin has begun to invade his body. His skin is dark.

"Poison, his knife is poisonous!" He exclaimed in horror, but his eyes were looking around him with the intention of asking for help.

A broken arm will not die, as long as you can detoxify, there is no life danger.

But at this moment, those who fought with him before were subconsciously avoiding their eyes. Let's not say whether these people have antidotes, even if they do, it's also for their own life, who would be willing to take it out to others.

Zichen grabs the scabbard and looks at della indifferently. He has a detoxification pill in his hand, but della obviously does not have the courage to ask for it.

For Zichen's combat effectiveness, the old man seemed very surprised. Although he had not seen it before, but after looking at the battlefield traces, he could also guess Zichen's moves and the change of his pace.

It has to be said that this is a very good grasp of the fight, and is also very skilled in the control of power.

To regard such a man as a novice here is a suicide.

"Help me, the old man, save me. I don't want that holy Wujing. From now on, all my things are yours, and my life is yours too!" After seeing the old man, Della, who was poisoned and didn't want to die, immediately knelt down and said, as if she had grasped the straw.

The old man stood where he was, and there was a spot of blood on the pickaxe in his hand. He looked coldly at della, who begged for mercy, and said nothing.

He is not a miner, but a holy king, who has a decisive presence.

Although these years of miner's days have wiped out his spirit, but today his bloodiness has been thoroughly stimulated, and the coldness that belongs to the bottom of his heart also appears.

To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself.

Della fell in fear, until he died, no one to help him, perhaps not give up, or dare not.

The first three of Zichen's hands died in this way, but the others were still alive. With Zichen's cold eyes falling on these people, their hearts were trembling and frightened.www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!