Chapter 1019: Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Knife (4100)

A figure stood in front of Zhou Ze, with broad shoulders like an indestructible wall. The fat man put one hand behind his back and slowly stretched out the other hand, hooking his finger at the guys chasing them, "Next one.

Zhou Ze, who had originally planned to fight to the death, had hope of survival in his eyes. He only realized at this moment that the one who hid the deepest among these people was actually this fat man.

This demeanor of not changing even when the sky was falling, is definitely a master-level figure.

He has read some martial arts novels, and many of the masters in them are like this.

The man who was hit in the face by the fat man's knee groaned a few times, and finally tilted his head and fainted completely. No one thought that this fat man was actually a hidden master.

For a while, no one rushed up, and the situation was deadlocked.

Zhou Ze couldn't help but frown. He found that the fat man's hand behind his back kept waving at him, as if he was very anxious. After a few seconds, he realized that it was Urge them to open the door quickly.

Fortunately, No. 13 lived up to everyone's expectations. With a sound of "clattering", the iron chain was removed. Just as Zhou Ze turned around happily and was about to help No. 13 open the door, a sharp sound of breaking through the air came into his ears.

The waiter hiding behind the few people suddenly threw a flying knife, and the timing was just right. If nothing unexpected happened, Zhou Ze's hand would be nailed to the door.

But what happened in the next second shocked him.

The knife he had been accumulating for a long time was actually caught by someone with bare hands.

The fat man looked at the flying knife in his hand. This was completely his subconscious action. To put it simply, his brain had not reacted yet, but his hand had already caught it.

He was actually scared in his heart, but he still kept that elusive smile on his face.

Every time the doctor planned to cheat someone, he would have such a smile, and the fat man imitated it very well.

"Don't be afraid, this fat man is bluffing. We have many people, let's go together! "Someone stood up to cheer, "If we let these people get away, the big shot above will not let us go. "

The last sentence hit the soft spot of these people. They knew the temper of the presiding judge.

Relying on their large numbers, these people stared at the fat man vigilantly and surrounded him.

The door was already open, but the fat man didn't dare to turn around and run, nor could he turn around and run, otherwise the next knife would take his life.

A moment later, the fat man made a bold decision. He did not retreat but advanced, taking a big step forward.

At the same time, he lowered his head slightly. In the dark environment, the people facing him could not see his eyes clearly. They could only see his exaggerated grinning because of excessive excitement. His shoulders trembled uncontrollably, as if he was enjoying the upcoming killing pleasure in advance.

"Hehehe..." The fat man's expression became more and more distorted, "Hehehe..."

The few people who confronted him had no idea what was going on, but their instincts told them to stay away from the fat man immediately. He was either going to transform or use a big move.

At the moment when everyone's nerves were tense, the fat man suddenly raised his head, then suddenly threw the flying knife in his hand and yelled, "Rain of Pear Blossom Knife! "

The people who came to chase were worthy of the name of elites. They reacted very quickly. Some of them dodged behind pillars and walls, and the rest lay down on the ground. All this was done in the blink of an eye.

No. 13 and Zhou Ze, who had been prepared for a long time, stood guard at the door. After letting the fat man in, they closed the door with a "bang".

"Kacha."

The door was locked again.

...

Unlike the situation on the fat man's side, Jiang Cheng was in a tough battle from the beginning. If the other party was not worried about killing him by accident, Jiang Cheng would have been lying down at this moment.

"Young man, surrender now, and you can suffer less physical pain." The middle-aged man in the lead watched all this coldly. Seeing that Jiang Cheng was already trapped, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"If you can do it, you can do it. What kind of hero is it to watch the fun!" Jiang Cheng moved his injured arm, and his mouth was as tough as ever.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man didn't care. He stretched out his hand and waved to the people around him, "You step back. "

As these people gradually withdrew and formed a circle nearby, the middle-aged man shook off the non-existent dust on his body, waved at Jiang Cheng, and sneered: "I'll let you go first..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud "bang" and a whole piece of ceiling fell from the top of his head, directly smashing the middle-aged man below. Jiang Cheng quickly retreated and barely escaped.

Then a huge shadow appeared in front of everyone, bumping around like a headless fly, and kept making creepy screams.

It was not one person, but several Tens of hundreds of people screamed together.

Looking closely, the shadow was made up of countless limbs, and at this moment, hundreds of limbs were waving, and the scene was so weird that it could not be described in words.

Above the shadow, Jiang Cheng saw a familiar figure.

Wu Zheng was holding a scabbard, riding on the back of the shadow, hitting it hard on the head, with a very happy expression.

After realizing that Jiang Cheng was also nearby, Wu seemed to be much more restrained. He loosened the spider ghost's neck, got rid of the huge shadow that was restrained and crashed out directly, while Wu fell to the ground and stood in front of Jiang Cheng.

"There is someone under your feet." Jiang Cheng said.

Wu glanced at his feet at this moment, and sure enough, he found an arm stretched out at the edge of the cracked ceiling, but it seemed that the owner of the arm was afraid that he was not in good condition. [】

"Forget it." Jiang Cheng stared at the motionless arm and sighed, "Be careful next time."

"Doctor!"

The fat man's loud voice could be heard dozens of meters away. The fat man was carrying No. 13 on his back, and Zhou Ze was following closely behind him. The group of people ran towards them quickly, and they could still see the pursuers behind them.

But the moment he saw Wu, Fatty's eyes lit up, "Great, you're out!"

When No. 13 saw Wu Hou, he immediately cheered up and asked: "Where is No. 2, have you found him?"

Wu was too lazy to talk to him, he just raised his arm and pointed to the top of his head. After a moment, a figure jumped down from the ceiling.

It seemed that he had been seriously injured. The figure staggered a bit when he landed on the ground, but in the end he stood firm.

Who else could it be if it wasn't No. 2?

Seeing that there were still black threads on No. 2's body and injuries all over his body, No. 13's eyes immediately turned red. He noticed that No. 2 adjusted the cowboy hat on his head and shrugged in the direction of the fat man with a relaxed expression. fine."

The ground began to shake, and soon, the huge shadow that disappeared rushed back again, with a very clear target: Wu.

But this time she learned to be smart. Instead of attacking with her body, she used the strangely extending shadow limbs to attack from a long distance.

It clearly seemed like a very intense scene, but under Wu's leadership, it turned out to be very warm.

Every time an arm stretched out to grab him, the palm of his hand would be slapped hard by the useless scabbard. Immediately after, the painful hand would be withdrawn, and then another hand would be slapped.

Zhou Ze was dumbfounded. Was this at school? They made a mistake and lined up together to slap their palms together?

Jiang Cheng was also a little confused. He was always hesitant. He clearly had the ability to solve the battle. Why did he keep putting it off? What on earth was he waiting for?

But at this moment, there was no way to ask, until Wu repelled the shadow stump again, a powerful aura instantly appeared above Wu's head, and a huge cross, wrapped in sacred light, hit Wu ruthlessly.

"careful!"

A violent glare erupted in front of his eyes, and the ground trembled. Countless wine glasses couldn't bear it and exploded instantly.

But after everything settled, the scene in front of them attracted everyone's attention.

A burly one-armed old man held a cross with a ferocious face, and this seemingly indestructible blow was easily blocked by the useless scabbard.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Wu's eyes were filled with scarlet light.

Naturally, the spider ghost would not let go of such a good opportunity, and immediately rushed towards Wu with full strength. The huge shadow expanded again, and opened its bloody mouth, apparently wanting to swallow Wu in one bite.

After repelling the sneak attack by the chief judge, Wu turned around, rounded his arm, and hit the spider ghost on the head with a scabbard.

"Bang!"

This time the force was heavier than before, and the spider ghost let out a painful scream, shaking the monster's shadow several times before it fell to the ground.

Only now did the presiding judge finally understand that things were completely different from what he thought.

But it was too late to say anything. He was cruel and smashed down only the remaining arm. The next second, a strange scene appeared.

Along the broken arm, countless blood threads spread out, tangled with each other, and gradually merged into the shape of an arm.

Moreover, this arm is very huge, which is seriously inconsistent with the size of the presiding judge. It is thicker and more like the forelimbs of some kind of prehistoric beast.

The presiding judge raised his head. At this moment, his whole body was shrouded in a faint blood-colored halo. His huge arm grabbed the equally huge cross. The blood streaks spread along the arm to the cross, firmly bonding the two together. Together.

Until this moment, Wucai put away his joking attitude and became serious.

"This old guy is going to fight for his life." No. 13 stared at the crazy presiding judge and frowned. He did not expect that the presiding judge would do this for the sake of nothing.

The old guy has completely overdrawn his own strength. If Wu is not swallowed up, then there is no need for others to do it. Soon, he will be backlashed by his own door, triggering an even more terrifying supernatural incident.

No. 2 stared at the scene in front of him, "We still underestimated the power of the Night Watchman. The presiding judge was severely wounded one after another, but he could still maintain such combat power. In his heyday, only No. 1 and No. 6 were sure to defeat him."

Zhou Ze couldn't understand the situation. He only saw a huge and terrifying shadow, and a presiding judge who was transforming into a blood-colored monster, one after another, surrounding Wu in the middle.

In terms of size and intimidation level, he felt it had no advantages.

A terrifying aura came from the mutated presiding judge. At this moment, he had lost part of his consciousness. Red blood bubbles kept popping up on his body, then exploded, and the blood all over his body was boiling.

"Go to hell!" The presiding judge raised his bloodshot arm and struck Wu hard.

The sharp knife appeared in Wu's hand. Instead of retreating, he advanced and swept the knife towards the presiding judge. The huge cross collided with the slender blade, making a harsh buzzing sound.

Seeing the opportunity, the spider ghost rushed over, pointed its long mouth at Wu's back, and spit out black silk threads.

Silk threads, like a woman's long hair, quickly wrapped around Wu's body, wrapping him into a black cocoon.

"Oops..." No. 2 wanted to rush forward to help, but just as he was about to try to use his ability, he was interrupted by a heartbreaking pain.

He pulled open his clothes and found countless black threads concentrated on his heart, twisting like snakes and burrowing under his skin.

He soon understood that this was the curse placed on him by the spider ghost. As long as he used his ability, these originally sleeping threads would be activated and then drill into his heart.

Seeing Wu being restrained by the spider ghost, how could the judge miss such a good opportunity? His body rotated in an extremely uncoordinated way, and he swung the heavy cross and smashed it hard on Wu's cocoon.

The spider ghost was unwilling to give up such a delicious food as Wu. Countless limbs gushed out, and the black shadow instantly swallowed the cocoon.

Either being smashed by the judge or torn apart by the limbs, in Zhou Ze's eyes, Wu's fate was foreseeable. He opened his mouth slightly, his face ashen.

Wu fell down, and then it was their turn.

"Fuck!" The fat man stuck his head out and exclaimed.

The scene seemed to have been paused.

The black limbs stopped, and the cross that the judge smashed hard also stopped. No, it didn't stop, but was forcibly stopped by another more powerful force.

The spider ghost trembled and lowered her head. In her incredible eyes, her shoulder was pierced by a knife. The next second, the knife flashed horizontally, and half of the shoulder and the connected arm flew into the air.

The spider ghost let out a shrill wail, and countless limbs and shadows were retracted, covering the broken shoulder, but it was still useless.

The black cocoon was eroded by the bloody cracks, melting like hot butter. A much stronger pressure than the judge surged out of the cocoon, repeatedly hitting the judge's fragile nerves like a wave.

One hand.

The person in the cocoon blocked his attack with just one hand.

That hand grabbed his cross, and he couldn't even withdraw!

It wasn't entirely because of the gap in strength, but this breath... It was so familiar that it instantly detonated the deepest fear in his heart.

The judge's eyes widened suddenly.

"Xia Tan!!" The judge's voice changed, becoming sharp and piercing. He actually felt Xia Tan's breath from the guy in front of him called Wu.

The monster who delayed the Abyss Plan by 20 years by himself... is back again!

No, Xia Tan is dead, he must be dead! !

It's his door!

It turns out that Xia Tan's door is actually...

Before the presiding judge could continue thinking, a hand suddenly tore the cocoon apart, grabbed the presiding judge's head at an irresistible speed, and the next moment, smashed it hard to the ground.