Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

Zhou Chen hid in the woods, watching the seven people rushing towards him, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Previously, although he had hunted many monsters and killed more than ten plague monsters, this was the first time he had actually killed someone.

But it seems to be no different from hunting.

After all, the daily behavior of these Black Wind Stronghold bandits is more cruel than that of wild beasts.

In the dead of night, snow suddenly began to fall in the mountains.

Zhou Chen gripped the Dragon Blood Bow tightly and nocked another arrow.

With the activation of the Spirit Tracking ability, seven blood-red flames stood out conspicuously against the night sky not far away.

Clang!

Large snowflakes fell, stained with splattered blood like withered roses.

A bandit, whose skin was highly trained, suddenly stopped in his tracks and fell to the ground.

Feng Biao glanced at the fallen figure, but his heart remained unmoved.

The man who fell was his old subordinate who had followed him for nearly ten years, and now he was shot dead in the mountains like a rabbit.

Only blood could offer him solace.

There are still a hundred steps to go!

Tread!

Six bandits came rushing in from different directions, their footsteps growing increasingly urgent.

"Pfft..."

Another figure fell.

Fifty steps to go!

Zhou Chen looked at the five bandits who were surrounding him, his expression unchanged.

The arrow was swift and accurate from seven paces away!

They can kill one more person.

crunch...

The Dragon Blood Bow was drawn again, aimed at the last of the five, besides Feng Biao, who was at the Flesh Refining Realm.

"Pfft..."

The arrow pierced the right chest of the muscular bandit, the arrowhead still bearing bloody bits of flesh.

Suddenly, Zhou Chen had a flash of inspiration and retreated abruptly.

The next moment, a gleaming longsword slashed into the tree trunk where he was hiding, penetrating deep into the wood.

"Die!" Seeing his knife miss, Feng Biao rushed forward and threw a straight punch at Zhou Chen's waist.

Zhou Chen's eyes flashed, and he pushed off the tree trunk with his right foot, launching himself towards another large tree.

The sound of bowstrings echoed through the dense forest.

The five bandits got goosebumps all over their bodies and simultaneously dodged behind a tree.

"What, you only dare to swing your sword at the weak, but when you encounter the strong, you just hide like a quail?"

A faint, mocking voice came from high above.

"What kind of gang are you from, sir? Please forgive us if we have offended you in any way," the muscular bandit, whose right chest was pierced by an arrow, replied, gasping for breath.

"What, trying to pinpoint the location by sound?"

Zhou Chen stood on the tree trunk, activated his spiritual tracking ability, and took in the movements of the five people.

The next moment, he leaped up, changing position while drawing his bow and nocking an arrow.

puff!

The bandit leader, who had been leaping out from behind the tree, was shot in the left chest again, spitting blood as he collapsed to the ground.

At the same time, Zhou Chen tensed all his muscles, took several steps, and instantly appeared in front of another bandit who had trained in skinning, crashing into him and making the sound of bones breaking.

The bandit's ribs were mostly shattered, and before he could make a move, Zhou Chen struck him squarely in the temple with an elbow strike.

With a bang.

The head shattered like a watermelon, with red and white matter flying everywhere.

Just then, the blade flashed like water, slashing towards Zhou Chen's back.

Zhou Chen's hair stood on end, and he raised the Dragon Blood Bow with his right hand to meet the blade's light.

Click...

The Dragon Blood Bow, which could draw ten stones, was struck by a knife, and the bow immediately shattered into pieces, rendering it unusable.

Feng Biao sheathed his longsword, a sinister smile on his face. "Kid, without your bow, let's see how you escape from my grasp."

The remaining two bandits, who had reached the peak of their leatherwork skills, saw that Zhou Chen's longbow was damaged and immediately mustered their courage to surround him.

Zhou Chen looked at the three bandits who were closing in, his heart as calm as a still lake.

He had experienced being surrounded like this many times before.

However, at that time he was surrounded by four plague monsters.

Zhou Chen leaned against the tree trunk, remaining silent.

Within the psychic vision, the person directly in front of him had a surging aura, like a furnace or a flame; it was none other than Feng Biao, the bandit leader of Black Wind Stronghold.

On the left was a man with a pockmarked face, the pockmarks indistinct in the dim light, only his eyes darting around. He was carrying a short axe, and judging from the strength of his qi and blood, his cultivation level should be at the Great Perfection of Skin Refinement.

The man on the right was a silent, scarred-faced man holding a short dagger, with a sinister look in his eyes. He was also a master of the Skin Refining stage.

The Zhenyue Stake quietly rotates, its feet slightly apart, like roots probing into the earth.

A steady stream of earth energy flowed into his feet, relieving the fatigue from drawing the bow repeatedly.

Suddenly, the pockmarked man moved.

The short axe swung with a whooshing sound, slashing diagonally at Zhou Chen's left shoulder at a tricky angle, yet without using its full strength.

As the axe whistled, Zhou Chen did not retreat but instead rushed forward to meet the axe's flash.

The short axe slashed close to my body, creating a strong gust of wind that made my skin clench.

The two passed each other, almost touching.

A look of surprise flashed across the pockmarked man's eyes, and then Zhou Chen suddenly bumped his shoulder and elbowed him.

He released all his strength, amounting to hundreds of kilograms.

The pockmarked man was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Zhou Chen succeeded in one move, then drew his dagger and parried backward.

With a clang.

The sound of metal clashing was crisp and pleasant.

Feng Biao looked at the nicks in the longsword and was secretly alarmed, even more confused about where Zhou Chen had come from.

Although the man in front of me was wearing hemp clothes, they were not as tattered as those of a farmer.

While his archery skills were undoubtedly superb, his close-combat techniques were completely unpredictable, appearing as if he were just randomly throwing punches.

The fact that he could break a nick in his own ten-refined longsword with just one collision shows that he is no ordinary person.

"Could he be a young master from some prominent family in the county, out here for training?"

Feng Biao felt a chill in his heart and looked around the dense forest.

When scions of noble families go out to gain experience, they will surely have protectors. If that's the case, wouldn't I be doomed to die?

Zhou Chen shook his wrist to relieve the numbness from the fight and looked at the scarred man who had been looking for an opportunity.

"Boss..." The scarred man panicked when he saw the murderous man who had killed eight or nine of his brothers looking at him.

"Damn it, they're willing to risk everything to bring down the emperor!" Feng Biao heard his last subordinate shout and no longer hesitated.

With a whoosh of the longsword, a single, powerful strike cleaved Mount Hua, aiming straight for Zhou Chen's head.

Although Feng Biao was behind Zhou Chen, he had already detected the movement by constantly using his Earth Spirit Tracking ability. He shifted his body and dodged the attack.

Seeing their leader rush forward, the scarred man knew this was a critical moment, and his short dagger slashed straight at Zhou Chen's ribs.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Chen frowned and suddenly twisted his waist, trying to avoid the short dagger.

lol...

Aunt Sun's newly made clothes had another tear, and her skin felt a burning sensation as blood was drawn.

Seeing that the scarred man had succeeded in one move, Feng Biao immediately sheathed his sword and struck again.

The two men, one wielding a knife and the other a dagger, blocked off the left and right sides.

Zhou Chen's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly lowered his body, rolled close to the ground, and dodged past.

The dagger in his hand, like a venomous snake, sliced ​​across the scarred man's calf, severing his tendons.

"Ah!" The scarred man screamed and knelt on one knee.

Feng Biao roared, turned his blade around, and slashed at Zhou Chen's waist before he could get up.

Zhou Chen made a sudden decision, twisted his body, and slammed into Feng Biao.

In the instant the blades clashed, Zhou Chen ducked, curled his fingers into a claw, and aimed straight for Feng Biao's lower body.

Feng Biao felt a chill in his groin, followed by an unparalleled, excruciating pain that swept through his entire body.

Before he could even cry out, a pitch-black dagger pierced straight into his heart.

The body's defenses, built up to a high level of physical strength, were pierced through like a thin sheet of paper.