My talent is resurrection

Chapter 149 Lao Tzu Killed You

The cultivator with long and narrow eyes spit out a mouthful of blood from the ruins, and the spiritual energy unblocked the veins disrupted by Chen Jiu. Looking at Chen Jiu standing in the distance, his face was slightly gloomy, and the green and yellow flying swords around him floated up again , said slowly.

"After I was promoted to the seventh level, I have never suffered such a serious injury. Your physical training is not bad, but it is only good. Next..."

The young monk squinted his long and narrow eyes, and the green and yellow flying swords transformed into dozens of them in an instant. The tip of the sword pointed directly at Chen Jiu, and he continued to speak.

"Next, I will slash you with a flying sword!"

Chen Jiuwu's movement condensed and covered his body, a gust of wind blew by, his green shirt fluttered, and there was a sound of hunting.

After the storm.

Flying swords rushed towards Chen Jiu in an instant like rain.

Chen Jiu took a small step back, pressed down a flying sword with one foot, stretched out his finger, flicked another, but the flying sword continued to cut through swiftly.

After all, Chen Jiu couldn't dodge in time. The green shirt was cut by the flying sword, and a little blood gradually came out.

The young monk stood in the distance, stretched out his hand and made another move. Dozens of green and yellow flying swords suddenly stopped in the air, turned suddenly, and pointed at Chen Jiu again.

Chen Jiu tore up the shattered green shirt on his upper body, and golden martial arts wrapped around his body. He stretched out his hand and slammed his chest, just like the sound of black iron, the surrounding martial arts shook and covered Chen Jiu's body directly, with cloud patterns in between Diffuse, golden light.

The God-man has arrived!

The young monk squinted his long and narrow eyes, and stretched out his hand to move forward. The flying swords came from behind, forming a line, and directly aimed at Chen Jiu's chest.

Chen Jiu didn't care about the flying sword behind him at all, stepped on the river bank with one foot, and rushed straight towards the young monk, but the flying sword couldn't reach him afterwards!
This punch came first, but was blocked by the young monk with all his strength.

The young monk slightly opened his narrow eyes and smiled sarcastically.

A mere martial artist is really brave and intrepid, but is it true that he is weak because of close combat?
Do you think you can instantly kill yourself as long as you get close?

But the bravery of the common man.

Now that the flying sword has arrived, it is to kill this man!
Dozens of green and yellow flying swords lined up and suddenly stabbed at Chen Jiu's chest.

The flying sword is extremely fast, dozens of swords are like a sword, and the stab is completed in an instant.

Therefore, the people present only heard the sound of dense iron clashing.

Chen Jiu stood in front of the young monk, blocking the light in front of him, and asked, "The flying sword is weak, and you want to kill me?"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the young monk was about to retreat, but was bullied by Chen Jiu, grabbed his head and smashed it directly to the ground.

The young monk was smashed with blood all over his face. He came with the sword and wanted to block Chen Jiu, but Chen Jiu directly grabbed the flying sword with his golden arms, making the flying sword tremble, and then kicked towards the young monk. Head stomped away.

In just a few rounds, the young monk was beaten and abandoned by Chen Jiu on the bank of the river like a dead dog.

Chen Jiu did not relax, and looked at the sky more solemnly.

There are also people watching from the sky. Although they don't know why they didn't make a move, they must have bad intentions.

The man seemed to have noticed that Chen Jiu was looking at him, and he stopped hiding at the moment. He came from the sky in an instant, it was an old man with white hair and white clothes, and smiled at Chen Jiu.

"Old man Xie Zhenghua, the lord of the Hundred Lakes Sect, and a monk of Nascent Soul."

When the old man came, the people in Goulan seemed to have been reassured, their expressions were not as fearful as before, but they were afraid that the old man would settle accounts in the future, blame them for not doing enough to guard Goulan, and punish them.

However, the old man in white clothes, Xie Zhenghua, had no time to talk to them at this time, and instead asked Chen Jiu: "How much money do you plan to pay for ruining so many terrains?"

Chen Jiu turned over, shook his head, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I was in a hurry to go out, so I didn't bring a single bag."

Xie Zhenghua was still smiling, but he didn't smile anymore, and asked patiently, "Where is your teacher?"

Chen Jiu replied with a smile: "My teacher is too good, and the master won't let me talk about it."

Xie Zhenghua now has a smiling face and no smile at all, and said again: "Shame on the face."

As a Nascent Soul cultivator, he was willing to put down his face and talk to this little monk like him, which was already a great deal of face for him, but he didn't expect that this little monk would still be shameless.

Xie Zhenghua took a deep breath, the smile returned to his face, and he said, "Boy, let me ask you one last time, where is the division?"

Chen Jiu was not afraid of what kind of Nascent Soul he was, and said impatiently: "Slap if you want to, how can there be so much nonsense?"

Xie Zhenghua ran out of patience, and grinned grimly, "The kid wants to die."

If he didn't know the origin of this Qingshan guest's master, he would have destroyed him long ago, how could he talk so much nonsense, but this Qingshan guest really doesn't know good from bad, does he really think that Xie Zhenghua is easy to talk?
Xie Zhenghua came from the sky in an instant, flicked Chen Jiu with a flick of his finger, and waved again, a wave of Huai River came, imprisoning Chen Jiu like a water prison.

As the suzerain of the Hundred Lakes Sect, Xie Zhenghua is naturally extremely proficient in water art, and is even known as the master of the hundred lakes within a thousand miles. In terms of water art alone, he is almost half a step up to heaven and man.

Chen Jiu came out of the Taoist Temple of the Bone, and now he only has the sixth level. He is currently bound by Xie Zhenghua in the water prison. He can't struggle, but he is not in a hurry. Anyway, he can't die. What tricks.

Seeing his fearless face, Xie Zhenghua was a little surprised, he eased his hand, and asked again: "Boy, don't pretend to be mysterious. I beg for mercy now. I will spare your life."

Chen Jiu said impatiently: "Hurry up, if I say anything, I will be your grandfather."

Xie Zhenghua laughed angrily and said, "I don't know how to live or die."

He stretched out his hand for a move, and a spike emerged from the water prison, located on Chen Jiu's head, and then stabbed suddenly, directly piercing through his head.

Xie Zhenghua's face was cloudy and uncertain. Although he killed the green-shirted man who was clamoring with him, the background behind it was still unclear, and he was afraid of future troubles.

However, he thought about it again, he had already killed the green-clothed guest, but no big monk came to help him, so it seems that the background behind it is not too big.

Xie Zhenghua's mind calmed down, he was less worried, and was about to leave when his eyes froze again.

The soul of the man in green shirt who was killed by him unexpectedly moved again, and the wound on his head was no longer bleeding.

Chen Jiu looked up at him with a smile, "That's it?"

Xie Zhenghua was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled and said: "There are some ways, the old man will cut off your limbs and seal your fist later, let's see how you continue to shout."

Just not dying, it's still not enough for him, a Nascent Soul cultivator.

There is a sword coming down from the Taoist temple in the south, and coming up in the north.

The sword was already halfway in the blink of an eye, but there was a sudden stop, and the gentle and elegant middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and returned with the sword.

Xie Zhenghua Yushuihua made a sword, and the sword wanted to cut Chen Jiu's arms.

As soon as the water sword came out, a cry came from the distant sky.

"Xie Zhenghua who caress about your grandma!"

Xie Zhenghua raised his head with a solemn expression.

Qingfeng City was filled with void vibrations, and Ma Jiuwan appeared in the city, holding Xie Zhenghua's neck with one hand, and said ruthlessly.

"I killed you!"

　There are too many things to do today, it's too late, mine.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)