Chapter 361: Violent Murder

Qiu Wanli had a fierce look on his face. He was holding a wine jar in his left hand, and a single sword in his right palm.

Qiu Wanli brought a dozen cultivators and walked over aggressively.

"In the next Ji Chengtian, what advice does this fellow Taoist have?"

Ji Chengtian first cupped his hands and clasped his fists, made a full gesture, and nodded with a smile.

If on the Heavenly Desolate Continent, someone was as polite and thoughtful as Ji Chengtian, and everyone would not have any deep hatred and struggle for interests, and it would be difficult for conflicts to arise.

But that was in the Heavenly Desolate Continent, and here was the ancient battlefield.

What they are facing is not a kind of good people. People are harmless, but tigers can hurt people!

"Ji Chengtian?"

Qiu Wanli raised his brows, and asked without a smile, "What is your cultivation?"

"Six veins to build the foundation."

Ji Chengtian hesitated for a while, but did not hide it.

"what about you?"

Qiu Wanli looked at Su Zimo and the others again, and said casually, "This is the rule of Xuantian City. If you want to enter the city, you must truthfully explain your cultivation realm, and you must not hide it!"

Hearing this sentence, the monks in Xuantian City looked strange.

There is no such rule in the city at all. The reason why Qiu Wanli said this is that the biggest possibility is to explore the truth of Su Zimo and others.

After all, how many spiritual veins did the base-building cultivator get through?

Qiu Wanli seems to be reckless, but he is also an old man. He knows that it is not easy for a monk to come to Xuantian City, for fear of hitting the iron plate.

Su Zimo frowned at the rules in Qiu Wanli's mouth.

Although Little Fatty and the others were conflicted in their hearts, they still said it honestly.

The foundation of the five veins is established, the foundation of the four veins is established... and there is even a later stage of foundation establishment.

After the last person, Su Zimo, finished speaking, the cultivators who were watching secretly shook their heads.

"With such strength, you dare to go deep into the ancient battlefield. I really don't know whether to live or die."

"Yeah, in this Xuantian City, how many monks are the foundation of the five veins? Like their team of monks, just one person comes out, it is enough to take them all in one pot."

Qiu Wanli also completely relaxed, took a sip of strong wine, his eyes were blurred, he burped, and the smell of alcohol was sprayed on Ji Chengtian's face.

Ji Chengtian's face was a little ugly, but he let out a long sigh and held back.

Qiu Wanli smiled and asked, "It's been a month since you entered the ancient battlefield, have you got the Kaimai Pill?"

Ji Chengtian did not hesitate, shook his head and said, "No."

In fact, each of them has a Kaimai Dan in their storage bag.

But if you admit it at this time, it will definitely lead to murder!

"very good."

Qiu Wanli nodded and said expressionlessly, "Hand over all your storage bags, I'll check it myself."

Hearing this, let alone Ji Chengtian, even Little Fatty and the others showed anger.

This is outright bullying!

Su Zimo didn't say a word, standing behind Ji Chengtian and watching coldly.

Ji Chengtian took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Daoist friend, your request is a bit too much..."

"Excessive?"

Before Ji Chengtian finished speaking, Qiu Wanli asked with a smile.

Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in Qiu Wanli's eyes, the long knife in his hand turned, and the sharp blade smeared directly at Ji Chengtian's neck.

This knife, without warning, is full of killing intent!

After this month's experience, Ji Chengtian has grown a lot, and his vigilance has also greatly increased.

Just now, he vaguely sensed Qiu Wanli's murderous intention.

But along the way, he was already physically and mentally exhausted, in poor condition, and his reaction was a little slower.

When the blade struck, his skin was tingling faintly. Ji Chengtian seemed to be able to see the scene of his throat being cut, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "My life is over!"

Before this thought came to his mind, Ji Chengtian suddenly felt a huge force and pulled him back violently.

The tip of Qiu Wanli's knife, swiping at Ji Chengtian's throat, will cut a little bit of flesh and seep a trace of blood, dangerous and dangerous!

If Ji Chengtian were a little slower, this knife would be enough to cut his throat!

For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, Ji Cheng broke out in a cold sweat, gasping for breath.

Looking at Su Zimo beside him, Ji Chengtian was about to open his mouth to thank him, when suddenly he felt a flower in front of him, a figure flashed past, and Su Zimo had disappeared.

boom!

Su Zimo reached out and dragged Ji Chengtian back from the brink of life and death.

In an instant, the bluestone under his feet burst, and the ground shook.

The buildings on both sides of the street trembled a little, attracting the exclamations of countless monks.

With eyes like a knife, Su Zimo stretched out his palm, spread his five fingers, and shrouded Qiu Wanli's head, as if it had the potential to cover the sky!

Qiu Wanli missed with a knife, and before he could react, he saw a man flashing behind Ji Chengtian, his imposing manner was arrogant, and his shot was a killer move.

Su Zimo's fan-sized palm shrouded him, the air was oppressed, and Qiu Wanli even felt suffocated!

Qiu Wanli didn't have time to think about it, and without waiting for the old move, he stabbed with his backhand and moved towards Su Zimo's wrist.

The blade trembled, flashing three auras.

This is a top-grade spirit knife!

But now, with Su Zimo's physical strength, it would be too difficult for an ordinary high-grade spiritual weapon to hurt him!

In the face of Qiu Wanli's spirit saber, Su Zimo's moves remained the same.

Su Zimo bullied himself up, clenched the spirit saber in his hand, and stabbed straight with his backhand!

puff!

The blood light flickered, and from the back of Qiu Wanli's head, a blood-stained spirit knife stood out.

Between the two staggered figures, Qiu Wanli's head was stabbed in the opposite direction, and he died on the spot!

Su Zimo has long seen that this Qiu Wanli is not a good person, but a vicious one, so when he makes a move, it is a killer move, and he has no intention of keeping his hands!

Killing Qiu Wanli with one sword, Su Zimo moved laterally, cut into the arms of another cultivator, and leaned against him.

Just as the person's palm was placed on the storage bag, he felt that his eyes were darkened, a sharp pain came from his chest, and his body flew up uncontrollably, completely unconscious.

Swish!

Su Zimo's movements were different, his body swayed, leaving a series of afterimages, he raised his left arm, made a mark with his fist, and crashed down, hitting the other person's Tianling cover.

Brain burst!

Another corpse was strewn across the street.

"Bold!"

"court death!"

The dozen or so monks brought by Qiu Wanli reacted and shouted loudly, pulling out all kinds of weapons.

One of them picked up a huge hammer, the wind howled, and smashed towards Su Zimo's head fiercely.

Su Zimo didn't retreat, he punched with his backhand, and smashed the man's spiritual weapon with his flesh and blood. Instead, the hammer in the man's hand flew away and fell into the arms of another cultivator, smashing his sternum. .

The broken bone was as sharp as the tip of a gun and was inserted into the lungs. The man was gasping for breath, a bellows-like breathing sound came from his throat, heavy and hoarse, and it seemed that he could not survive.

On the long street, people and shadows staggered, and Su Zimo passed among a dozen cultivators between the rise and fall of rabbits, and the sounds of collisions came one after another.

But after ten breaths, all sounds were calm again, and only a dozen corpses were left in place.