Reborn Tianlong: I practice martial arts for immortality

But before everyone could figure out what was going on, they suddenly felt cold all over, as if they were being stared at by some terrifying being.

"It's moving, it's moving!"

At this time a voice was heard.

The person next to him said in a distracted manner: "I know, the knife is moving again, no need to say anything more."

"No, the devil's fingers moved."

Everyone took a step back in fear and looked carefully. It was not just the fingers that moved.

I saw that the feet and the head were moving.

Then, suddenly, his eyes opened.

"Oh, devil, the devil is awake."

"Ah, why are his eyes not black and white, but blood red, as if there is a red light coming out of them?"

"No, I want to go down the mountain. I won't stay on this mountain anymore."

"Oh my god, I want to go home and farm. I'm not going to be involved in the underworld anymore. It's too scary."

"........."

Ding Chunqiu and Murong Bo found an angle that allowed them to see Jiang Weichen's eyes as he leaned against a dead body.

What kind of eyes were those? Their gaze was as sharp as a knife blade, and their pupils were blood red, even covering the clear black and white of the eyeballs.

The two of them stared into those eyes and felt an almost tangible murderous intent in them.

If the body hadn't seemed still stiff and unable to stand up, the two would have definitely turned around and ran.

The people who gathered around ran away immediately after seeing that look.

Ding Chunqiu and Murong Bo watched Jiang Weichen struggling but unable to get up.

The two looked at the situation in confusion. It felt as if this body was under the command of a different person.

It was as if a sword had fallen from the hands of a master into the hands of an ordinary person.

Even the simplest moves still look awkward when performed by ordinary people.

Murong Bo suddenly slapped out a palm force in the air, and an almost solid palm whizzed towards Jiang Weichen.

clang! !

The palm hit Jiang Weichen directly in the chest, and the Golden Bell Cover rebounded, instantly shattering the condensed palm power.

Jiang Weichen's body was also pushed backward by the slanting palm force, pressing his corpse to slide across a section of bluestone road.

Murong Bo's face darkened. He couldn't even break the golden bell defense with one palm.

Murong Bo felt a little regretful for offending Jiang Weichen. What kind of monster had he provoked?

Jiang Weichen was exhausted and completely unconscious. At this time, it was the sword spirit that controlled his body.

The sword spirit can emit divine will and mobilize true energy, but it cannot control the body freely.

"Sha, Sha, Kill!"

Jiang Weichen opened his mouth and spat out the three words "kill". It was hoarse at first, but gradually became clear.

After saying this, Jiang Weichen supported himself on the ground with his left hand, trying to get up, but he failed and fell to the ground again.

Ding Chunqiu and Murong Bo looked at this strange scene and felt a little uneasy.

But he was unwilling to leave just like that and wanted to find out what was going on.

Ding Chunqiu's realm was slightly lower, and he had already run far away.

Murong Bo also moved away, ready to run away at any time.

Murong Bo called out tentatively, "Jiang Weichen?"

But there was no response, only two words: "Kill, kill!"

Murong Bo said again: "Jiang Weichen, aren't you worried about your brother?"

"Kill, kill."

Murong Fu still answered with these two words.

Chapter 242 Kill! kill! kill!

Murong Bo was shocked and confused. Was he losing his memory?

No, then I am stupid? No, I don’t think so either!

Jiang Weichen had staggered to his feet, moving his feet step by step, with the soles of his shoes almost touching the ground.

But suddenly he tripped over a weapon, and with a 'bang', Jiang Weichen fell to the ground.

The seventy or eighty people left around were also confused for a moment.

Is he unable to walk anymore? Has he become a one-year-old baby?

If those eyes weren't a little scary, they would definitely go closer to take a look.

Murong Bo looked at Jiang Weichen and felt a little annoyed. Jiang Weichen in this state was the easiest to kill.

But he couldn't even break the other person's Golden Bell Cover. After all, he was a master in the late stage of the Grandmaster stage.

Murong Bo thought that the Golden Bell Cover in the eighth level still had a one and a half inch weakness.

But where is Jiang Weichen's weakness?

Murong Bo was unsure, so he continued to attack Jiang Weichen with the Finger of Canghe.

clang!

clang!

The sound of the Golden Bell's recoil continued to ring out.

Jiang Weichen was repeatedly knocked to the ground by the impact of his attacks.

But the more Murong Bo attacked, the redder Jiang Weichen's eyes became.

Gradually, Jiang Weichen was able to stand firm under Murong Bo's attack.

A quarter of an hour later, Jiang Weichen began to regain control of his body balance.

Another quarter of an hour later, Jiang Weichen was completely familiar with the coordination of his body.

"kill!"

As Jiang Weichen's voice rang out, a blood-red blade energy swept out.

Murong Bo didn't dare to use external energy to resist as he did before.

Because the last eunuch Liu who used external energy to resist has died.

Murong Bo watched as Jiang Weichen, who was unable to stand steadily at the beginning under his attack, now was able to perform light skills.

He wanted to back out. He didn't dare to stay any longer. Having made up his mind, he turned around and ran away without hesitation.

With a 'bang' sound, the sword energy struck the Contribution Hall, causing it to collapse completely.

A dozen people hiding inside suddenly rushed out.

Jiang Weichen said, "Kill!"

After he finished speaking, he swung the knife in his hand without slowing down, and sent out streams of knife energy. The warriors who had not yet run far fell down one by one like wheat being cut by a knife.

Jiang Weichen performed the Lingbo Weibu. After practicing it countless times, the Lingbo Weibu became like an instinct and he performed it directly.

None of these warriors of low realms could escape, and all died under the sword.

Jiang Weichen's eyes became redder and redder, as if they could emit red light.

When Ding Chunqiu saw Murong Bo running away, he hesitated for a moment, thinking that he had not taken any action yet. Should he stay?

But after seeing Jiang Weichen like a weapon that only knew how to kill, constantly killing everyone he saw, Ding Chunqiu also ran away.

Soon, all the people on the mountain died, and nearly seven hundred people died in the entire Yunwu Mountain in one day.

There are ants in the acquired realm and cannon fodder in the innate realm.

There is Xuan Bei, who is a half-step grandmaster, Xuan Nan, who is in the early stage of grandmaster, Huangfu Song, who is in the middle stage of grandmaster, and Eunuch Liu, who is in the late stage of grandmaster.

There was no life on the mountain anymore. Jiang Weichen walked down the mountain step by step on the steps paved with blood.

After two quarters of an hour, we arrived at the foot of the mountain, where the gate of the Supreme Alliance was located.

Here Jiang Weichen saw people again, and the people in the martial arts world who were waiting for the result at the foot of the mountain also saw Jiang Weichen with red eyes.

Some of these people were from the imperial court, and some were from various sects who had not yet gone up the mountain.

Some of them had run down the mountain when the killing started.

Jiang Weichen performed the Lingbo Weibu technique and instantly turned into a shadow, wandering among the crowd, waving the knife in his hand non-stop.

Many people around were killed by the sword before they could escape.

Screams and pleas for mercy continued to be heard.

"Alliance Leader Jiang, I didn't go up the mountain. I didn't target the Supreme Alliance. Please spare my life."

What responded was the silent flash of the sword and the cheering sound of the sword.

"Master Jiang, I am a Shaolin disciple. Do you dare to kill me?"

What responded to him was still a flash of knife light, and the reflective head immediately rolled to the ground.

"Alliance leader, please don't kill me. I'm the escort of the Foreign Affairs Hall."

What responded to him was still a flash of knife.

"Jiang Weichen, I am an official from the Imperial City Bureau. You want to build..."

After a flash of sword energy, his head flew up, and the unfinished words completely dissipated in his stomach.

Jiang Weichen continued to kill. Begging for mercy was useless, threats were useless, nothing was useful.

Jiang Weichen was like a weapon without any emotion, without any emotional fluctuations.