final catastrophe

Chapter 107 55. One Rider Is a Thousand

No matter how powerful a Jianghu master is, if he can outnumber a hundred, he is considered extremely powerful.

This is what Zhang Jianhong originally thought.

Therefore, he wanted to wait until the reckless Xia Ji was arrested, and then he would put all the responsibility on him, and then satisfy the bandits' demands in order to seek peace.

Anyway, what about sacrificing a small number of people for the benefit of the majority?Everyone will raise their hands to support.

"Xia Ji, do you know what you are doing? Stop!"

"Do you want to drag the whole Zero Industry City to be buried with you?"

"Stop!"

He shouted at the top of his voice, but he became more and more frightened.

How many has this Nima killed?

Is this boy a humanoid meat grinder?

His figure is not unstable, and he still walks slowly, like walking in front of the court, but the knife in his hand is like a scythe of a god, only the light of the knife can be seen.

No matter how many bandits rushed to him, he just stabbed through, and everything withered.

He has already walked out of a bloody road, and the ground is scarlet.

But he still spoke righteously and counted the crimes of the bandits one by one with hatred, and then sentenced him: "Damn it!"

Finally, the ferocious bandits began to disperse, like frightened birds, not daring to go forward, but wanting to launch hidden weapons from a distance.

It's just that Xia Ji will not give them a chance to force out his stronger side.

Therefore, when the bandit retreated, he moved forward at a faster speed, following him like a shadow, making it impossible for the bandit to distance himself.

At this point the scene has turned into a massacre.

One person is against tens of thousands of people.

It still feels like a massacre!
Bloody, arrogant, domineering, domineering!
"Is this the rumored god of swords?" Bing Dao Chang Yue watched from a distance, his peach blossom eyes trembled, and he unconsciously touched the knife at his waist. He felt that his hands were trembling, and he didn't dare to step forward to stop him. This has never happened before.

Even if he is not in the ultimate state, facing the peak saint, he can still draw his sword and face the battle without fear and without any interference.

Life and death have also been thoroughly understood, and when you meet on a narrow road, you can be desperate and put your head on one side of the scale.

However, at this moment, he looked at the young man who was alone in the distance, facing thousands of people, but still maintaining the appearance of slaughter.Suddenly, I remembered that day when the surrounding bandits were watching around Lingye City, the words that came out, "When the haze is swept away, the light will fall, and the sky clock will strike, it can be called a god in the sword."

This is to describe the vision that occurred when Xia Ji comprehended the Saber Intent that day.

He didn't believe it at first, and even if he believed it, he didn't admit that the gap was so big. Even though he was defeated outside the east gate before, he still had some luck in his heart.

But at this moment, Bing Daochang understood more and more that no matter what level he broke through, the young man in front of him would always be a hurdle he could not overcome.

But he also understands that manpower is exhausted sometimes, no matter how invincible, there will be a moment when strength is exhausted, and then...maybe it is the time when this "god" perishes.

A voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Dangtang ice skates, broke through to the peak, but still dare not step forward?"

Chang Yue looked back, it was Yanshan's second master, "Flying Swallow in the Palm" Zhu Xing, who was good at wielding short knives, the blade was like flying in the palm of his hand, and the kung fu was also a unique martial art of six turns, called "North Swallow and South Fly Ten Points and Six Knives".

The uniqueness of this saber technique is that it incorporates the skill of flying knives into it, so if one wants to suppress him by "one inch long and one inch strong" because his sword is short, he has already become a dead person.

His knife fluttered in his palm, as nimble as a swallow, and no one knew when the flying swallow would fly out.

But when it flies out, it is usually when the enemy dies.

"Ice Knife" Chang Yue was not annoyed, he smiled and said, "I am his defeated general, so naturally I won't make trouble for myself. General Zhu, why don't you try it?"

Zhu Xing smiled and didn't move.

At this time, when they saw the young man charging like a tiger among the bandits approaching again, they hurriedly shrank back and did not stop at the same time until they reached a safe place.

"Wait a minute, I'm looking at his ways." Zhu Xing said.

Chang Yue sneered: "I'm afraid you are waiting for his strength to be exhausted before making a move?"

Zhu Xing was not angry when his thoughts were exposed, he laughed and said: "Waiting for opportunities is the way to fight on the battlefield."

Chang Yue glanced at him coldly, "He's only one person, so where is the battlefield? Warriors don't even have the heart to challenge warriors head-on, Yanshan is also in decline."

After all, without waiting for a response, he walked away, as if he didn't bother to be with him.

Zhu Xing was still smiling, but he had a pair of narrow pupils, but he didn't leave his red-stained figure for a moment.

Just a smile can't suppress the panic in his heart at this moment.

This... already killed almost 600 people, right?And there are more wounded!
Damn. To this degree, he is not a sword master.
Heaven has no eyes.

Suddenly, he saw a stagger, the boy seemed to be a little unstable.

Zhu Xing was overjoyed, took a deep breath, rolled his Adam's apple, and took out a special short knife similar to "butterfly" from his waist with both hands, but if it was a "butterfly knife", it was bigger.

As soon as the special short knife reached his palm, it flew up immediately.

This counts as a warm-up.

After waiting for a while, he guessed in his heart that it was almost done. His whole body flickered, mixed with the bandits who were forced to fight, moving forward covertly and quickly.

Like a dormant snake.

And he finally saw the boy, his knife was still so fast, but he seemed to be panting.

Zhu Xing took a deep breath, as if at the moment before the climax, he casually grabbed a burly bandit, threw it forward, and then jumped out at the same time.

His figure was actually hidden behind the bandit, using it as a cover, creating a blind spot for vision.

No matter how powerful that young man is, after fighting for such a long time, he might be too weak.

In addition to killing the bandit in front of him, it was time for the sword to run out.

If I strike again with all my strength, I will surely succeed!
The person had already thrown it, screaming, and Xia Ji's knife was also cut out.

Blood spurted and heads flew up.

Afterwards, Zhu Xing grinned grimly, the short knives in both hands were as fast as phantoms, and slashed from both sides towards the young man in the middle who had no time to return the knife to block.

"Surrender to death!!" He laughed out loud as if he had succeeded.

So far, everything has been as he expected.

And this new star known as the "God in the Sword", Tiandao Xia Ji, will become another embellishment on his record list, perhaps the most beautiful and brightest embellishment.

Even though, the young man still has a back hand, but his two short knives are ready to shoot at any time. At this moment, it is almost a certainty, the outcome has been decided.

"Despicable!" Chang Yue watched coldly, but frowned deeply.He will not remind Xia Ji, because he belongs to the bandit camp after all, reminding the enemy is tantamount to betraying his own family, which is expressly prohibited.

However, Zhu Xing's loud laughter seemed to have stopped, as if his throat had been choked, and time had stopped.

Because he saw a light.

An indescribable, unreasonable, and impossible to appear here is a sword light!
Xia Ji didn't take another look at him, as if this meticulously prepared saber technique was not worth mentioning in front of him.

He casually kicked away Zhu Xing whose body and head were separated, but his heart skipped a beat belatedly.

Could it be that he killed a BOSS?

Shouldn't this be an existence that needs to be played a few more rounds before it can be killed?
He felt a little uneasy.

(End of this chapter)