Out of the purple Chen, facial expression, but the heart is still very unexpected.
The people around him were far beyond his expectation. This village, where people are rarely seen, seems to have returned today.
Most of the villagers looked at the scene with their arms in their arms. Only a dozen people were looking for trouble.
Among them, the leader is the old man of the Holt family. It is said that his name is hottis. Next to him is Hote tangmi, who is still very weak. After seeing Zichen appear, his eyes are also full of bitterness.
"Zichen, today is your death! If you hand over Saint Wujing, you will not die! " He said to Zichen coldly, although he looked weak, but the cold words appeared to be full of air.
"By you?" Zichen disdains a smile, in the eye flash a touch of sarcasm.
In his hand, the long sword with scabbard is tightly held. As long as the scabbard is in his hand, he has full confidence.
Looking at Zichen tightening the scabbard in his hand, the expression on the face of Hote tangmi changed, and the body subconsciously retreated. However, he heard that Zichen had killed three miners with three knives. This kind of fighting power is absolutely not what he can fight against.
Standing aside, saying cruel words and swearing in secret is the limit he can do.
Those people in the field didn't laugh at him. Compared with these people, he was only a child, and he was very weak.
Just as he stepped back, the men stepped forward in unison.
"Come, if you are not afraid of death." The old man said indifferently as he drew back the pickaxe across his chest.
I don't know if it is the reason why he said this. Just after his voice dropped, I saw that many of the people who were watching the opera with their arms in their arms suddenly came over.
These people walk, that momentum can not be compared to ordinary miners, their faces with a bit of ferocity, it can be seen that they are also good at fighting.
Moreover, out of these people, there are several hands holding weapons.
The time to come to this world is not short. Zichen is very clear that in this world, having weapons represents combat power.
In a blink of an eye, the number was more than 20, and there were eight armed men. That doesn't include hottis, who didn't take out his weapons, and hort Tommy.
Among these people, the old man can make a tie with an armed existence, and can be as good as blocking two people.
This situation is very disadvantageous to them, and no one is optimistic about them.
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With the spread of news about a huge holy Wujing, almost all the villagers in the nearby village knew it. So they chose to waste a day to come here to see the situation and join in the fun to see if there was any leakage.
More and more people gathered around. In addition to hott Tommy, the other four members of the hott family who came to the world this time also came. They were all accompanied by one person, but they did not come forward.
Looking at the situation, there is no need for them to make a move.
The carto emperor also appeared early. Beside him, the cartoonist map and the other three also arrived. They looked at the scene with a puzzled look. Only his face was full of worry.
"Boy, hand over Saint Wujing, or die!"
After all the party appeared, hottis spoke with a cold voice.
The old man did not open his mouth, and obviously at this moment, he did not know how to choose. Fortunately, he will no longer choose, let Zichen make his own decision, what decision he is willing to follow.
In the face of this situation, in everyone's opinion, Zichen will make a very wise choice.
Zichen looked at Hote tangmi and said with a smile: "although I look younger, I'm not stupid. On the contrary, I'm still very smart, much smarter than the idiot beside you. I see the killing machine in your eyes. I believe that even if you take out the saint Wujing, you will still choose the next killer. "
Hottis's eyes flashed a touch of surprise, did not expect the other side's observation so keen.
He didn't intend to let them go. Even if he took away Saint Wujing, they would die. The previous remark was just a prelude to the war.
"Come on! See if you can get it from me today
Zichen slowly raised the scabbard in the hand, and the right hand put it on the hilt. If in the outside world, in the face of so many holy kings, he will certainly turn around and run. But in this world, these holy kings are no different from ordinary people. He is qualified for World War I.
Other people hold the arm to see the play, in their view, Zichen is simply over his own strength to seek death.
"Stop it. It's just a piece of holy Wujing. Here you are. Why be aggressive?"
Just as the two sides were about to start, a low drink sounded, but he saw that the emperor of Carto broke away from the shackles of the blacksmith and ran over from there.
He came to Zichen, turned his head and looked at hotdis and said, "you don't want Saint Wujing. It will be good for you."
Hottis glanced at the carto emperor, then turned to look at the ugly blacksmith not far away. He turned back and said, "baby, you are nothing here. Get out of the way. Today we want St. Wujing, and we want the lives of these two guys! ""Do you have to kill?"
The emperor asked again, but only in exchange for ridicule.
"Come on then!"
He took out a dagger from his sleeve, clenched his fist in one hand and a dagger in the other hand, and laid it across his chest, obviously to fight.
The blacksmith's face was livid, and he came to this side. Such a thing was not something they could get into.
A palm fell on the shoulder of the emperor's chart. After the latter turned back, he saw Zichen. Zichen said with a smile: "thank you for your help this time, but it's just a personal grudge between us. You should step back."
"Aren't we friends? How can we back off at this time? " Said the cartoonist, shaking his head.
This sentence touched Zichen not small, he said: "it is a friend of course, but I have no bad habit of letting friends die. Just a bunch of rubbish. Believe me, I'm destined to be a big man! "
The emperor Jiatu believed that Zichen must be a great man in the future, but this premise was that Zichen could not die. But from now on, it seems that Zichen has no vitality. The emperor of Carto shook his head and did not want to step back, but the next thing was that he could not help it. The blacksmith and a member of the family of Carto came forward and left with the emperor's chart on one side and one on the other.
Looking at the struggling Kato emperor's picture, Zichen looked at the old man in front of him and said, "old man, you go back to the door and guard our holy Wujing. You don't need to fight this war!"
The old man looked back at Zichen.
"I'm used to fighting alone, and I'm used to reasoning in my way. You'll get in the way. Although you are an old man, your fighting power is too weak. "
Of course, the old man understood the meaning of Zichen's words. The other side just didn't want him to be involved in danger. Let him guard in the back, is once the purple Chen war dies, the old man can take out the saint Wu Jing to protect life.
Hotedith must kill two people, mainly because of Zichen, because the hote tangmi and others who come here know what potential Zichen has.
"If you can't guard you, what's the point of living, old man?" Said the old man, shaking his head.
"You should know that I don't need to guard! On the star of life, I'm the last person to be guarded. "
"I said you two, don't put on a life and death look, soon you two will be reunited in the underground." A man holding a dagger looked at them and said.
With a firm look, the old man retreated. Zichen held the scabbard and went forward. Looking at the twenty people in front of him, he said calmly, "everyone, because you are new here, you are not famous, so you are bullied. So this time, I intend to kill Liwei. I promise you that I will not let go of all the people standing in front of me. Today, either I die or you die! "
The words are calm, the expression is calm, there is no affectation and threat meaning, just like in the narration of a very simple matter.
Those people in the distance, looking at the purple Chen in front of them, did not know why in the heart, raised a inexplicable chill, which made them fight a shiver.
In front of these 20 odd people, their expressions have also changed. In the face of the current situation, they are still so calm. They are either stupid or crazy.
Obviously, the other side is the latter.
Under all people's attention, Zichen's right hand put on the handle of the knife, slowly pulled out the handle, a black light flashing broken knife appeared in people's sight.
On the opposite side of Zichen, other people are also ready to fight. Their hands are either weapons or other things that can hit people.
With a low sigh, the old man retreated to the rear.
The purple Chen moves forward a few steps again, those people in front disperse, give the purple Chen to encircle.
Zichen stands in the center, the left hand scabbard, the right hand breaks the knife, vigilant all around.
Around those people, the eyes dead stare at Zichen.
The atmosphere was dull and depressing, and everyone was staring at the front, looking at the impending battle and saying nothing.
"Kill!"
The word "kill" came from the mouth of hottis. Those who surrounded Zichen began to attack Zichen.
A sharp black sword stabbed directly at Zichen's face. Zichen made a mistake and avoided the sword.
At the same time, his body turned again, another attack, rubbing his body.
"Dang!"
In the middle of his left hand, the scabbard was raised, and a long sword was blocked by the scabbard.
Strong strength, the shock of Zichen foot instability, body shape subconscious retreat.
Behind him, a dagger stabbed directly at the back of his heart.
Like a long eye behind him, when Zichen retreats, his body rotates by force, and the scabbard blocks the short sword first.
The owner of the dagger was shaken apart with his weapon.
More attacks, toward Zichen.
Zichen face color is invariable, instantly back to bend, these attacks rub his body, gather in the upper part, and then disperse.
In the face of many attacks, Zichen constantly dodges, and the scabbard in his hand blocks back and forth. As for the middle of his right hand, the broken knife never cuts out a knife."Bang!"
A long black stick, through the road to attack, hit in Zichen's chest, a powerful force burst, making Zichen's body involuntarily retreat.
Behind Zichen, a man holding a pickaxe, looking at Zichen with a ferocious smile, was about to smash a pick at Zichen's head.
The purple Chen of body shape is unsteady, turn around suddenly at this moment, a pair of dark Mou son, calm in permeate hair is indifferent.
The broken knife, which has not been handed, will be cut at this moment.
A sharp knife!
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