Chapter 758: Defeating Demons with One Hand, Wang Ai's Year-End Bonus

"Brother Zhang, we handled it cleanly and neatly, not a single one survived." Lv Ci clapped his hands and said, this Jingguan is his masterpiece.

Lu Jin stood aside and said nothing. Although Lv Ci did something a bit too much, it was just killing the Japanese pirates, and he could understand no matter how ruthless he was. He didn't say a word of objection throughout the whole process, and of course, he didn't help.

"Well done, very efficient!" Zhang Zhiwei smiled. He took a look at the Jingguan, and the Japanese pirates inside died in different ways.

From the way they died, it can be roughly seen who did it.

Tian Jinzhong used the Tiantong Finger Technique, and the one with a bloody hole on his forehead was shot by him.

Lu Jin used the Tiantong Divine Sword, which is to condense the sword qi at the fingertips to form a laser-like sword qi. Enemies killed in this way basically have no intact corpses.

Old Lu, this guy, looks kind-hearted, but he is the darkest when he takes action... Zhang Zhiwei thought.

As for the most ruthless Lu Ci, he used Ruyi Jin, which was specifically designed to hurt people's internal organs. The people he killed were the most decent, with only bleeding mouths and noses at most. This kind of corpse was the most numerous.

As for Zhang Huaiyi, he used the Golden Light Curse, which was the sharpest, but he was a master of details. He was very measured, fast, cruel and accurate, and basically only hurt the vital parts. He would not split people in half or cut them off like Lu Jin did.

In addition, there were some corpses in the pile of corpses with swollen noses and faces, twisted hands and legs, and broken bones. These were all left by Chen Zhen. There were not many such corpses.

As for Wang Ai, this kid was just slacking off. No Japanese pirate died under his magic.

However, no one said anything about this. They were all scrambling to kill, so how could they blame others for slacking off? Besides, they were all used to it. Fighting and killing, just leave it to them, and Wang Ai was responsible for paying.

Lu Ci said excitedly: "Brother, didn't you say before that when we were in Liaodong, Senior Lan Gu built a Jingguan and refined a Lengtan Cangbing? Why don't you make one too? The shouting and killing just now was quite loud. I guess the Japanese pirates will come to check it out soon. Make a Cangbing and kill them by surprise when they come."

Lu Jin objected: "Hedgehog, the Hongkou Dojo is in the downtown area. It's not a good idea to make a Lengtan Cangbing here. Although it will kill some Japanese pirates, it will also affect the innocent residents around. The gain is not worth the loss. It's better for us to ambush here and kill them by surprise."

Zhang Zhiwei said: "It's really unnecessary. Lengtan Cangbing is too troublesome and needs to be refined. I'll grab a ready-made one for you!"

"Catch a ready-made one? Where is it?" Everyone was puzzled.

Immediately, Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air in front of him.

"Ahhh..."

A shrill scream sounded out of thin air in the entire dojo.

This scream was not an ordinary sound. It seemed that it did not pass through the ears, but resounded directly in the mind, making the scalp numb and goose bumps all over.

"What is this sound? Is there another master here?!" Chen Zhen was shocked and quickly sank his Qi into his Dantian, ready to fight.

He was a martial artist, and he usually came into contact with people who specialized in martial arts. He did not know much about magic, and had never faced evil spirits, so he was a little confused.

Others knew that this was a mental attack, but they were not afraid. They all cheered up and went to find the source of the sound. It was hidden very deep. They did not find it. If it were not for Senior Brother Zhang's sharp sense of the spirit, he would have escaped.

"Pretend to be a ghost, come and die."

Zhang Zhiwei snorted disdainfully, with golden flames boiling in his eyes. He saw through everything with his divine eyes. Then he used the magical power "receiving" to gather the power of faith, turning it into a big hand and grabbing it down fiercely.

This is the ability he got from Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun, which can not only guide souls, but also has a very strong suppressive force on the existence of soul bodies.

Zhang Zhiwei's own strength is very suppressive, and with the guiding hand, the effect produced is almost as good as the eight strange skills of restraining souls and sending generals.

A strong black qi was caught by him.

The black qi gathered in the air and turned into a one-eyed evil ghost with a height of more than two meters, muscular, dark blue, fangs like swords, horns on the forehead, and a green face and fangs.

As soon as the evil ghost appeared, it roared angrily, and the black qi on its body became strong, turning into blue fireballs, constantly bombarding the big hand that caught it, but it was like a mayfly shaking a tree, and it could not stir up a little wind and waves.

It is a ghost god enshrined in the Hongkou Dojo, and it is the guardian god invited from the Ise Shrine to calm the place.

In this situation, it should have come out to meet the enemy long ago, but it was frightened by the scene of Zhang Zhiwei killing Sai Teng with a flick of his finger, so it did not come out immediately.

Later, Zhang Zhiwei killed the demon Eita with a slap, and even the demon sword that frightened it could not do anything, so it dared not come out anymore. It could only lie dormant deep underground, trying its best to hide its Qi, watching a large number of martial arts hall members on the ground being killed, and dared not make any rash moves.

But unexpectedly, even though it had hidden so deeply, it was still caught out, and there was no room for resistance.

"Anghou..."

It roared continuously, mobilized all its strength, and struggled with all its might.

"Just a grain of sand, overestimating your own abilities!"

Zhang Zhiwei snorted coldly, with golden flames boiling in his eyes, and his pupils like flying stars. He wanted to use the Delusion Breaking Divine Eye to ignite this ghost and burn it to ashes, but he thought about it and had a better way to deal with it.

I saw his hand slowly tightening in the air.

The hand holding the one-horned demon god in the air also slowly tightened.

The ghost and god with big hands struggled, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn't escape the big five -finger mountain.

With a little tightening, the ghosts were crushed to the shape and turned into a ball -shaped black ravioli, turning around in the palm of the palm, and the surface of the spherical shape, revealing a painful and struggling ghost face.

"come over!"

Zhang Zhiwei thought about it and retracted his big hand.

The ghost in his hand also returned to his palm, turned into a basketball size, and suspended on the palm of three inches.

"Adult, come here, except for daily fragrance supply, I have not hurt a person, please, let me go!" Ghost and God begged hard.

It is actually lying. It has been here for several years from the Ise Shrine. During this period, the people in Hongkou dojo will catch several living people to sacrifice it.

These sacrifices are basically from Shenzhou. It has eaten thousands of people. Every time they eat it, it will digest the memory of some people they eat.

With so many people, his Chinese, including various dialects, even said even more than Zhang Zhiwei.

The general ghost, as long as it is harmful, there will be a strong grievances on the body, but it is a ghost and god that is blocked by Shinto. It is worshiped by the incense.

Chen Zhen looked at this scene in a rare look. For the first time, did he see this bizarre thing? Will Xiaotian move his heart? What will happen? Excess?

"This ghost said that I hadn't harmed people, I didn't believe it." Lu Ci smiled.

"I don't believe it either." Lu Jin said: "In" Zi Zhi Tong Jian ", the people in the East know that the small etiquette is not righteous; Bidly, weakness will be humble, they are sinister and unreliable. "

He proposed: "Brother Zhang, let's strangle."

"Less for your breaking culture, just say the last sentence!" Lu Ci was not good at it.

"No learning!" Lu Jin sneered.

"You don't have to worry about these." Zhang Huaiyi said silently, "Both brothers and our brothers can't wait to kill their hands, let alone deal with the ghosts of this alien. It is better to die. "

"Huai Yi said reasonable." Tian Jinzhong said.

"Leave it, it is naturally useful!" Zhang Zhiwei said. For the forgiveness of ghosts and gods, he only did not hear. He picked up the Tang Yoko -style style of the ball and turned the ball -shaped black pupa in the ghost and god into it. Essence

No matter how small the mosquitoes are, it is a pity that this thing is killed.

As soon as this ghost and god entered the knife, it suddenly caused the sword spirit to counterattack.

If this ghost god is good at Kendo, Sword Ling may have a one -on -one fair swordsmanship with him.

But it was not good at it, and the sword spirit controlled a bunch of souls, and when he embraced it, it took it to eat it directly.

Zhang Zhiwei noticed that after eating this ghost and god, the strength of those residual souls in Qi Wan has improved to varying degrees. Among them, the sword spirit improves more.

"The spirit of the soul, extracting skills, devouring, and improving the intensity. The plasticity of this knife is quite high."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Zhang Zhiwei said: "The group of stinky fish and rotten shrimp in the mountains failed to play the true power of this knife!"

In fact, he was not too surprised to have the ability of Qi Wan. This kind of innate spiritual weapon was particularly normal.

In comparison, it is even taller than the Tiantong Dajian. After all, Tiantong Dajian is just a sword with special abilities, and it does not have spirituality.

This is the difference between magic and spiritual tools.

Of course, things like spirituality are good or bad. If you are biased towards the owner, it is good. If you fight against the owner, it is bad.

And Qi Wan happened to fight against the owner. The so -called devil is just looking for a fragile balance between good and bad.

However, it is already a past style. Now the pill is already a spiritual tool to serve the master wholeheartedly.

"Brother, when did you get this Tang Dao?" Zhang Huaiyi saw that Zhang Zhiwei patted the ghost and god into a Tang knife, with a surprising face.

He looked at the Tang Dao, and felt inexplicably familiar, but couldn't remember where to see it.

Zhang Zhiwei did not conceal, and told the matter of Qi Wan.

"No wonder it is familiar. It turned out to be the weapon of the pirate that was shot by you just now." Zhang Huaiyi suddenly realized.

"Murdering the soul, there is such a magic knife in this world?" Chen Zhen looked at it: "No wonder the noodles named Ying Tai can often perform some means of our martial arts museum. It turned out to be this knife."

Speaking of which, he closed his hands and bowed to Zhang Zhiwei: "Thank you Xiaotian Master for letting those martial arts martial arts who were killed by this devil!"

Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand: "Raising his hand should be so."

"Brother Zhang intends to use these evil knives?" Lu Jin asked.

"The knife is evil or positive, and it is based on people." Lu Ci said.

"Do you want?" Lu Jin asked him.

"I don't want it, I don't mind anyway." Lu Ci said.

Speaking of this, he is really a little tempted to this knife. As long as he kills his opponent, he can get the opponent's ability. Who doesn't want this? Although this ability cannot be improved through practice, it is also very powerful.

Not to mention Lu Ci, even Chen Zhen next to him was a little moved, but it was just that, and there was no extraordinary heart to this knife.

Zhang Huaiyi looked at it carefully for a few times and gave up. What's the use of having more abilities that can't be improved through practice? Wasn't the demon named Eita slapped to death by his senior brother? It's just an external object. The most important thing is to be strong.

Wang Ai opened his mouth and hesitated. He wanted it too, but Lu Ci had already spoken, so he couldn't compete with him. Besides, Senior Brother Zhang's brothers hadn't spoken yet.

He was still struggling, and with a clang, a straight long knife was inserted in front of him.

"It's just a tool. There's no right or wrong. Erbi, you should practice your Ruyi Zhenjin well. That's the kingly way. This knife is more effective for Fatty, so give it to Fatty. After all, he is the archbishop of the church. He can't do without some means to rely on himself." Zhang Zhiwei said.

Such a good thing can actually fall on his head? ! Wang Ai looked at the Hirudo in front of him, and was surprised and happy. He immediately thanked Zhang Zhiwei and said that he would develop the Tiantong Church in the future and live up to the cultivation of Senior Brother Zhang.

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and said, "I'll give you a magic sword. Make it bigger and stronger and create brilliance."

"It must be brilliance!" Wang Ai laughed.

Seeing that the magic sword was in Wang Ai's hands, Lu Ci stopped talking and smiled:

"Congratulations, Fatty. With this thing, no one will dare to look down on you in the future. Take it and try it out?"

Wang Ai looked at Zhang Zhiwei and asked for his opinion.

Zhang Zhiwei said, "Try it. The sword spirit will assist you. Remember not to fight it."

Wang Ai nodded and picked up the long sword. The moment he picked it up, his spirit suddenly became trance.

A blurry black and white picture appeared in his sight as if the screen was refreshed. A man with disheveled hair and disdainful facial features rushed towards him with a smile.

Every time the black and white picture was refreshed, the man with blurred features seemed to teleport closer to him.

"Fuck, what is this?"

Suddenly seeing this scene, Wang Ai felt his scalp tingling, swore, and subconsciously turned around and wanted to run.

But as soon as he turned around, before he could take a step, the man without facial features came behind him and rushed into his body.

Wang Ai's computer crashed instantly. He was still running with a look of horror on his face, and he just stood there, as if the pause button was pressed.

The people outside looked at Wang Ai with confusion, wondering why he suddenly made this strange pose.