Showdown, I'm invincible

Chapter 125 Chen Zijing's Plan
"Yo, the Lord is finally willing to come out."

Chen Yuan carried the ax and looked at the gangsters opposite with a sneer.

The leader, the solemn look on the young scholar's face, cautiously swept over Chen Yuan and the two people behind him.

The aura of those two teenagers was even stronger than that of the strong man in front of them.

The scribe subconsciously thought that the other party was a child of a family who had come out to practice.

"Who are you?" the young scribe asked in a low voice.

"The one who took your life!"

Chen Yuan was too lazy to say much, so he let out a low drink and swung his ax out.

The scribe's breath trembled, a mist flickered between his raised hands, and he grabbed the chopped ax blade directly.

"I'm afraid this person is stupid? I don't even look at my own strength to match up with our two leaders."

"Oh, who knows."

"The leader is mighty, kill them!"

"Hoohoo!"

The people behind the scribes were not weak, and they could see through Chen Yuan's reality at a glance. Not only did they not panic at all, but they were also interested in cheering for their leader.

"Tch, you are really bold to catch Grandpa's ax with your bare hands!" Chen Yuan sneered, and the strength in his hand increased by three points.

There was an overwhelmed explosion in the air, and a circle of cloudy white smoke exploded under the axe.

At this moment, Chen Yuan seemed to have turned into the giant who opened the mountain, and the aura that did not belong to his level erupted from the giant axe.

Great Desolation Sutra!

The pupils of the young scribe shrank, "This kind of breath, ordinary forces will never have such means!"

Almost instantly, a thought flashed in the young scribe's mind, the contemptuous look in his eyes was completely suppressed, and both palms came out, and he slapped the side of the giant ax heavily.

There was a loud bang, shaking up a cloud of smoke and dust.

In the smoke, the giant ax was slapped aside, but the young scribe's arms and sleeves were also shattered, and even a withered yellow color began to spread along his arms.

The young scribe hastily stepped back two steps, mobilized his profound energy, and expel it with great effort.

"What a scary guy, what kind of technique is this!" The young scribe was astonished, guessing the origin of the other party.

And just as the two sides parted, Chen Zijing's figure flashed behind Chen Yuan, and he came out erratically.

Beside him, there was a faint shadow following.

"Is this Zijing's plan..."

Although the smoke and dust below obscured the line of sight, in the divine sense, everyone below was extremely conspicuous.

Seeing Chen Zijing going around behind under the cover of smoke, Chen Lin guessed his purpose in an instant.

"It's just that, as the boss, how could the other party let you succeed so easily."

Sure enough, as soon as Chen Lin finished speaking, he saw several tyrannical gun shadows coming out of the cave.

Chen Zijing stepped back in front of the gun shadow.

Several sword lights swung out, left and right blocked, barely smashing the spear shadow into pieces.

However, his beheading plan ended in failure.

Because such a big movement has already been discovered by the scribes outside.

"No, they are going to sneak attack!"

"Close back to the hole, watch closely!"

A group of bandits retreated to the entrance of the cave, yelling.

The young scribe looked at the guy who was beaten back by their boss with difficulty.

"This guy's strength should not be underestimated!"

"And, there's the one behind who didn't make a move."

The young scribe glanced at Chen Fang who had never moved behind him, and felt extremely irritable.

These guys looked like powerful people, but they didn't know why they came to provoke them.

Is there really such a young master in this world who is full and has nothing to do to suppress bandits?
Just when the scribe was restless, a big hand stretched out from behind and patted him on the shoulder.

"Da Ming, you're upset."

A hoarse voice sounded behind him.

The bandit boss with the scarred face came out and glanced at the young scribe.

Fang Daming is his name.

"Boss, these guys come from different backgrounds." Fang Daming glanced at them and said in a low voice.

However, the scarred face waved his hand indifferently, holding the big black gun that was about ten feet long in his hand.

"Whoever he is, since he dares to come to us to seek death, just satisfy him! It's not like he hasn't been killed before!" Scarface laughed.

The scar on his face moved along with the corner of his mouth, twisting and twisting, looking extremely fierce and cruel.

"Understood, boss!" The young scribe nodded heavily, quickly throwing away the distracting thoughts in his heart.

Chen Zijing retreated to Chen Yuan's side, looking up and down at the scarred face.

The breath is vigorous, and there is no feeling of lack of confidence in the shot just now.

It doesn't look like it's injured at all.

However, what Chen Lin said was correct, "Then, this guy is just pretending!"

A thought flashed through Chen Zijing's mind, and he nodded slightly in all directions.

Then, he raised his sword again and rushed out.

Regardless of whether the other party was injured or not, or whether they were pretending or not, it was all within their plan.

What's more, the leader is still what they want to see, because their self-confidence tells them that even if the enemy is strong, they can still deal with it calmly!
Chen Zijing stepped forward, his figure charged straight up, and thousands of sword lights suddenly appeared, shooting down like a torrential rain.

The young scribe regained his confidence and took a step forward, a white light flashed in his eyes.

Then he saw a hazy fan shadow spread out in front of him, with various scenes of hell painted on the fan surface, and a cold aura emanating from it.

The ground around the young scholar was quickly covered by a layer of cold air, and the sand and gravel made a rattling sound under the cold air, and they were actually shattered by freezing!

Ice cones condensed with profound energy appeared out of thin air, hanging in front of the young scribe, and shot out in unison following the fans.

Chen Zijing's eyes were calm, as if he didn't see the ice pick, he controlled Jianguang wholeheartedly.

"How dare you underestimate me!" A surge of anger rose in the heart of the young scribe, and the ice picks gathered and turned into several Zhang Xu long ice needles.

However, just as the scribe launched an attack, a black light suddenly shot out in front of him.

The arrow was silent, and the young scribe only found him when it met his face.

"There are assassins!" The pupils of the young scribe shrank instantly, staring at the silent Wujin arrow, feeling unspeakable horror in his heart!
He was going to fight back to resist, but there was no time!
Just when he was ready to be injured in his heart, a long spear pierced obliquely and hit the arrow right on point.

boom!
The arrows instantly exploded into debris.

"By the way, the boss is still here!" The young scribe was glad in his heart, but just now he forgot that the boss was also here in his impatience.

"You deal with that kid well, and don't worry about the rest."

Scarface sneered, and with a wave of the spear, an arc-shaped spear shot towards the pile of rocks.

boom.

The rocks scattered, and Chen Xiao jumped out.

"A group of boys who don't know where they came from. Today, I will tell you that if you learn how to play the game of knights, you will have to pay the price of blood!"

Scar's face was ferocious, and he rushed out while waving his spear!

(End of this chapter)