Chapter 10 Bloody Means!

Wu Zhilong's eyes were like fire. Under a sword light, the Dongying practitioners only cared about Chen Siya's beauty and forgot to meet the enemy. He was hit by the sword light. Wu Zhilong was happy and was about to save Chen Siya, but a cold long knife had penetrated his shoulder, and a stream of blood gushed out. He protected him with his body. Chen Siya, who was seriously injured and unconscious, looked at Zhang Ziguang, who fought and retreated with her knife-like eyes.

The 20 people who came together, by this time, there were three left, and several female disciples, who had fallen into the hands of the Dongying people.

Ah! Ah! Wu Zhilong let out two screams, and there were a few more blood marks on his back, and there were strange blood flowers on his white clothes.

"Zhang Ziguang!" Wu Zhilong was full of blood and shouted in the chaotic knife of Dongying people, and his face was distorted.

Zhang Ziguang's body seemed to have been electrocuted and stayed there. He looked at Wu Zhilong in the knife and then at the bodies of his companions lying at the bottom of the valley. Those people were staring at Zhang Ziguang with unwilling eyes, as if laughing at his cowardice and heelness.

He bowed his head and stood in the wind and suddenly laughed. Laugh, so gratified!

Zhang Ziguang turned into remnants and flew to Wu Zhilong's body, helped him up and said, "Give it to me!" Wu Zhilong's bloody mouth rose slightly. He gently patted Zhang Ziguang's shoulder, and then fainted, with a pleasant smile on his face.

Zhang Ziguang took Wu Zhilong and Chen Siya to a stream at the bottom of the valley and gently put them away. Several Dongying practitioners behind him followed and surrounded Zhang Ziguang.

A Dongying man spoke fluent Chinese and said, "The air level is broken, hahahaha!"

Behind him, a group of people laughed wildly. Zhang Ziguang slowly rose into the air, with a solemn and solemn expression, gently stroked the moon cloud sword in his hand, like a god.

"Let's leave a last word!" Zhang Ziguang suddenly said that his face was still so calm.

"Hahahaha!" The group of Dongying people laughed sarcastically again, and a man came forward and said, "Kid, what do you want?"

Zhang Ziguang's face was cold and he said word by word, "I want you to die!"

Suddenly, Yue Yunjian's blue light burst, and a Dongying Xiuzhen's head burst, and blood mixed with brain plasma flowed to the ground.

Zhang Ziguang was shrouded in dazzling blue light. At this time, he had raised his strength to the limit and broke through the top of the air!

The wind roared in the air, as if to take away people's souls. Zhang Ziguang smiled at the corners of his mouth, glanced at the Dongying practitioners around him coldly and said, "Dongying dogs, remember that the person who killed you is called the god of dog slaughter!"

Dongying practitioners felt cold in their hearts. At this time, even the strongest among them could not find out Zhang Ziguang's strength. However, the limit of hidden strength is one level, that is to say, for a broken-air level practitioners like Zhang Ziguang, his strength is at most in the void period. Thinking of this layer, these people have a cruel smile on their faces. Among them, there are nine people at the top of the void.

Zhang Ziguang's body drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then came to a top trueist in the void and cut off his head with a sword. Suddenly, blood splashed, and the Dongying man died without even making a wailing.

Zhang Ziguang jumped in the air, and colorful lights overflowed in the air. At this time, he was like an artist, interpreting the cruel and vicious thing of killing so light and wonderfully, giving people endless beauty in the blood flowers dripping all over the sky.

"Uh...ah..." The screams of the Dongying people resounded in the air, and the blood columns kept gushing, as if to dye the blue sky and white clouds into a piece of blood. The incomplete bodies fell heavily on the rugged ground. Zhang Ziguang stood indifferently in the air, the wind blew his clothes and hunted, like a god. In general, the results of death are quietly pronounced one by one.

The gap in the level cannot be made up by the superposition of the number of people. The practitioners who break the empty level are like slaughtering nearly 100 empty-level tops. The remaining Dongying practitioners realized that the person in front of him was not only as simple as the void level, but also the last to break the void.

But now, it's too late!

Zhang Ziguang looked at the remaining people in the air. They all looked frightened. The helpless expression was written on everyone's face. Zhang Ziguang always hung that faint smile and said, "Come on, get close!"

As soon as this word fell, the Dongying people were shocked. The practitioners fought and often attacked the other party through the sword light emitted by internal force and fighting spirit. Close hand-to-hand combat is really the next choice when the internal force of fighting is exhausted. If you don't pay attention, you will die.

Zhang Ziguang crossed a shadow and jumped into the middle of Dongying practitioners. Sne! There were two voices of long sword stabbing ** bodies, and the bodies of the two Dongying people were torn into four petals, and their intestines were flowing everywhere.

"Ah..." Zhang Ziguang roared excitedly and plunged into the crowd. Blood, broken limbs, and flying in the sky. At this time, Zhang Ziguang was like a bloody madman, harvesting lives crazily. The dazzling sun shone on the blood-stained red clothes, which was even more dazzling!

In a short time, there were only two people left in the air: Zhang Ziguang and the Dongying person who can speak Chinese!

Zhang Ziguang lifted his collar, dragged him to the ground and asked, "Are you from the Central Plains?"

The man had no blood on his face and said tremblingly, "Yes...yes..."

"Where did so many practitioners come from in Dongying!" Zhang Ziguang's face was cold, and his body was full of domineering murderous spirit, which made people tremble involuntarily.

The Dongying man's legs were weak, and he knelt on the ground and said, "I don't know... I really don't know?"

Zhang Ziguang took a cold look. There was a chill in the man's heart. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain coming from his little arm. Zhang Ziguang held a man's arm in his hand and dripped blood.

The Dongying man almost fainted, because his arm was broken off by Zhang Ziguangsheng!

"I said... I said..." The man knelt on the ground painfully, bean-sized sweat dripping from his forehead, and the teacup-sized wound on his arm couldn't help bleeding out. He said with difficulty: "Dongying's practitioners... are all raised by the royal family... Fujiwara is their leader... He... He once Unify Dongying's sect of practitioners... and... and keep all practitioners for their own use..."

The Dongying man said while gasping. Suddenly, he saw a dark smile on Zhang Ziguang's mouth, as if he was going to use some other means. He shouted, couldn't help kowtling and said, "Please,... kill me... kill me...!

With the sound of the sword, Zhang Ziguang chopped down with a sword, and the Dongying man's legs flew backwards. Zhang Ziguang said, "Now that you break your legs and an arm, if you want to live..." At this point, Zhang Ziguang pointed to the place where the bodies of Dongying practitioners gathered in the far away and said, "Go and eat their corpses. That's the best dog meat!"

After saying that, Zhang Ziguang laughed and walked to the deepest part of the valley.

At noon, the sun shone hotly, and the Dongying soldiers stationed in the Black Jade Valley were all tired. They looked weakly, looking at the sun on their heads from time to time and cursed a few times. As for their coach Junichiro Hatoyama, he had already fallen asleep in his tent.

Suddenly, everyone exclaimed and saw a black shadow on the sun, which was rushing down. A man in white covered in blood stood in the sky, emitting light to compete with the sun. This person was Zhang Ziguang, who had just slaughtered 80 Dongying Xiuzhen.

"I want you to die" Zhang Ziguang's voice was cold, making everyone present feel like falling into the ice. Zhang Ziguang killed the crowd again, another slaughter. In this Dongying army, prefecture-level practitioners accounted for the majority, so Zhang Ziguang waved his sword, which was particularly easy...

In the tent, Junichiro Hatoyama slept for more than an hour before he woke up reluctantly. He stretched out lazily, yawned again, and shouted to the door, "Come on, fetch water!"

But no one responded to him, and there was a strange silence outside the account.

He was shocked. He straightened his clothes and strode out of the tent. A strong smell of blood rushed to his face. There was a stone sitting in front of the tent door. A man covered with blood sat on the stone. His clothes were stained red with blood and he could not see the color clearly. His feet were full of broken limbs and arms, and the blood on the ground was shining in the sun. There is a faint red light.

Zhang Ziguang looked at him and smiled and said, "I want you to die!"

Junichiro Hatoyama stared angrily, looked at this purple light, and roared: "Baga!"

Zhang Ziguang smiled and said, "Your hair is under your long nose!"

Although Junichiro Hatoyama does not know Chinese, he can see his insult from Zhang Ziguang's expression. He waved out a long knife, clenched his hands, and split Zhang Ziguang with all his strength.

He knew in his heart that he could kill all the sergeants used in the camp without his knowledge, at least those who broke the air level, but he had to shoot arrows on the string. Now he can only fight to the death if he wants to survive.

Zhang Ziguang felt a fierce murderous spirit that wanted to attack him. He sneered in his heart and jumped to avoid it. The stone he sat on immediately turned into pieces. Zhang Ziguang's pupils shrank, and then looked at Junichiro Hatoyama's posture of holding a knife. There was a trace of clarity on his face. He was flexible and jumped to his opponent with a finger. Stretching, it poked into his eyes.

Jiushan's long knife fell off in pain, and his body couldn't help trembling. He stared at Zhang Ziguang fiercely with his other eye, as if he wanted to protrude his eyes.

Zhang Ziguang took out one of his eyes and said, "How do you treat the people of the Central Plains? I will return it to you twice!"

"Uh..." Hatoyama screamed and almost fainted in pain. He saw one of his ears appear in the pool of blood on the ground.

Zhang Ziguang asked, "What is the purpose of your coming to Heiyu Valley this time?"

Hatoyama said coldly in that less fluent Chinese, "I don't know!"

Zhang Ziguang pulled off one of his ears again and said, "Say!"

Hatoyama's bare head twisted without any humiliation.

Zhang Ziguang pressed one of his arms and cut off the five fingers of Junichiro Hatoyama's left hand with one sword. Ten fingers connected his heart. Hatoyama's body shook and fainted in pain. Zhang Ziguang spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm on Hatoyama's body and said, "Hard bone!"

After saying that, he emitted a soft blue light, which lingered around Jiushan. Soon, he woke up. The first time he woke up and saw Zhang Ziguang looking at him with a smile. There was a sense of powerlessness in his heart. He carefully recalled the merits he had established for the Dongying Kingdom and knew that his fate was not long ago!

Sure enough, Zhang Ziguang cut his blood vessels one by one, and blood flowed out of his body. Zhang Ziguang kicked him and said, "Enjoy it!" After saying that, he left.

End of this chapter