My talent is resurrection

Chapter 391 The Word "Kill"
Bai Zhi squinted his eyes, Gao Chen Jiu looked down, looked down, all three flying swords were hanging behind his back, and said in a cold voice.

"Beheading you today is the end of the karma in the past. Although it is not a big karma to me, but you dare to seek death and angered me, so let's solve it."

Chen Jiu was very skilled in martial arts, and grinned sneeringly at Bai Zhi: "It's been so many years, you haven't changed at all, you still have this annoying appearance, it's okay, I'll kill you later, you It’s also a “deserving death”.”

Ma Jiuwan applauded and yelled, "Okay, what a worthy death!"

Bai Zhi stopped talking, and looked at the two of them indifferently. After planning to kill Chen Jiu, she also killed the clown-like Ma Jiuwan, and let the two of them be companions on Huangquan Road. She was kind-hearted. .

Chen Jiu grinned and shouted softly, "Kill!"

First, the martial arts soared like water entering the sea, then the stars shone brightly, and the whole body took on the posture of a star god, and then came the most important point of the word "kill".

There are 24 characters in Taoism. According to records, no one has realized the word "kill" in the past hundred years, because the meaning of this word is too big and crazy, and no one can control it.

And no one can really bear the backlash of the word "kill".

But Chen Jiu can bear it, because he got the word "kuang" in the academy, which is where the word "kuang" is located in the world, and it is a match made in heaven to carry the killing intent with madness.

Chen Jiu's pale blue pupils shone wildly with stars, and his murderous intent was so intense that his skin burst and blood spilled, dripping on the top of Fuyao Mountain. The sound of tick-tock tick-tock was particularly harsh among the silent crowd of monks.

The onlookers looked horrified, they were all suppressed by the majestic murderous aura coming from the pavement, and they didn't even dare to speak, for fear of suffering sudden disaster.

An old man looked at Chen Jiu in a daze and horror, muttering.

"This kind of killing intent has only been seen in the former powerful monks of the evil way..."

Some monks have already started to cry out.

"What kind of magic skill is Chen Jiu using? Such a killing intent, could it be that he wants to swallow all the monks present alive?!"

Chen Jiu wiped the blood on his arm casually, then waved it out, with a cold face, pointed at Bai Zhi with one finger, and said expressionlessly.

"This is my strongest stance, and the move I learned not long ago is also used on you. When you die next to Huaishui later, you can smile a little..."

Bai Zhi's expression was indifferent, he stretched out his hand, slightly twitched his fingers, the two flying swords behind him sang, and the sword was about to come out, he asked calmly.

"What are you laughing at?"

Chen Jiu took a step forward, stretched out his hands towards Bai Zhi, grinned arrogantly, and explained, "Of course it's a self-deprecating smile."

The voice just fell.

Bai Zhi suddenly turned his head, his pupils widened.

Chen Jiu stood on the flying sword in the middle, with his two fingers hanging on Bai Zhi's head, he was about to hit it.

Bai Zhi's expression froze, and he was about to pull away, but he was still a step too late.

Chen Jiu lowered his fingers steadily, and tapped on his head. His fingertips were surging with martial arts and starlight, carrying the killing intent, like pointing out a star, and falling straight down.

Click on the fairy in the sky!

Bai Zhi fell to the top of Fuyao Mountain, a mouthful of original blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, splashed into the air, and his body smashed a huge hole in the top of Fuyao Mountain.

Standing in the sky, Chen Jiu didn't chase him away in a hurry, he must be slowed down, right, otherwise how would he be beaten next?
Bai Zhi got up the moment he fell to the ground, and stood up to the sky. Although the corner of his mouth was still bleeding, his momentum had not weakened, and he looked at Chen Jiu with cold eyes.

Chen Jiu clenched his fist with one hand and squeezed it extremely tightly. His muscles all over his body were tightened in the posture of a star god, and he said to Bai Zhi word by word.

"Don't you like being an immortal on the mountain the most, high above you? Today I will use your favorite method to kill you."

Bai Zhi said in a cold voice: "We should kill them all."

The flying sword flashed.

Chen Jiu's figure flickered, as if he came out of the void, pressing the flying sword with one hand, and punched Bai Zhihan.

Bai Zhi's second flying sword was placed horizontally in front of his fist.

The fist falls on the sword.

For Chen Jiu, it was naturally hard.

So go with the sword, come with the fist!

Bai Zhi's face froze, he raised his two fingers together, and made the last pick.

Finally, the flying sword trembled, and the aura between the heaven and the earth seemed to tremble along with it, stopping for a while.

Then Bai Zhi disappeared.

Feijian was also missing.

Chen Jiu's eyes were searching, then he paused suddenly and raised his hand to look.

Feijian is in his martial arts.

Kill from the inside out.

Blood spurts out, and the tip of the sword protrudes a little from the martial arts.

Even killing is killing luck.

Chen Jiu's eyes were cold, and he directly grabbed the tip of the sword, ignoring the majestic sword intent on it, and pulled it out abruptly.

The flying sword came out with flesh and blood, and Chen Jiu held the tip of the sword firmly in his hand.

Both hands were bleeding, and the flying sword trembled.

Chen Jiu suddenly turned around and threw the flying sword in his hand, and killed Bai Zhi standing high in the sky with the tip of the sword.

Because Feijian had Chen Jiu's flesh and blood and too much martial luck, he couldn't be controlled by Bai Zhi's thoughts for a while.

Chen Jiu flicked his hands, the martial arts in his hands shook, and he jumped towards the sky from the bottom, dragging a long trace of martial arts.

The longer the killing intent, the stronger it became.

The word "kill" is more ruthless.

Chen Jiu's pupils were almost scarlet, tearing off a large piece of sky along the way, leaping over the thrown flying sword, and charging towards Bai Zhi.

Bai Zhi's face was solemn, he pointed first, and the first flying sword moved towards Chen Jiu who was rushing to kill him, then he raised his hand and waved lightly, the second one came to surround Chen Jiu from bottom to top.

The trend of killing on both sides.

At this time, Chen Jiu was like a star of martial arts, heading straight for the first flying sword, crashing into the air, pausing for a while, and continuing to charge.

Bai Zhi's complexion gradually became serious, he pinched the sword formula with both hands, his hair fluttered, his expression was serious, and he gave a loud shout.

"Two stars."

The two flying swords suddenly flashed fiercely, chasing Chen Jiu from bottom to top with a turbulent posture, and the speed was extremely fast, the sword light was so bright that it almost illuminated the entire Fuyao Mountain peak in daylight.

"Pure sword light!"

Some monks shouted in horror.

There are not many swords with pure sword light, and there are only three sword immortals with pure sword light among dozens of sword repairmen in Tianguang Prefecture.

Even the Fubaizhou next door is no more than the number of hands.

And the appearance of pure sword light has only one requirement for sword cultivators...

Kenshin is pure.

"After this trick, I'm afraid there will be an approximate level." A monk said in a deep voice.

"Two young No.1s from different eras, if you look at talent alone, it is indeed a great blessing for me in Tianguangzhou. It's a pity."

The flying sword twin stars shuttled through the entire sky and collided with Chen Jiu's martial arts star.

The pure sword light and the martial arts starlight suddenly exploded, illuminating the night sky of Baili with golden light.

In an instant, there were more than a dozen celestial monks with different expressions on the top of Fuyao Mountain, looking at the center of the explosion in horror.

Chen Jiu, whose stars were dim, slowly fell from the sky, with no luck.

Bai Zhi stood at the highest point of the sky with a weak complexion, looking down at Chen Jiu, with a cold face, and he spoke indifferently.

"I won."

The fallen Chen Jiu suddenly smiled.

Finally, the third flying sword pierced through Bai Zhi's shoulder.

The blood of Chen Jiu's body was spilled.

The killing intent began to surge.

abundant!

(End of this chapter)