Thunder Martial

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The battle ahead is still going on, the old man is very strong, but after all, he is no match for the combined battle of these miners.

The battlefield is slowly moving towards the distance, this is the old man creating an opportunity for Zichen to escape without any trace.

But if Zi Chen ran away, the old man's life would be in danger.

Zichen can't run, and he can't run, he can't implicate the old man who can be said to be very good to him.

The cloth strip in his hand had been untied, revealing the black scabbard. Holding the scabbard with his left hand, he stood up again, looking out of the ditch with somewhat cold eyes.

These miners who are fighting are all holy kings, and it can even be said that they are holy kings with holy bodies. Their flesh is very tough, relying on pick picks, it is difficult to hurt each other.

Every time the old man knocked them down, they were able to stand up again and rush towards the old man alive and well.

The old man's physical exertion was too great, his footsteps became no longer vigorous, and his reaction speed dropped. During this period, he was hit by the attack of Wulu and others, and he began to completely lose the wind. He would soon lose and his life was in danger.

Zi Chen turned around, took out the piece of holy black crystal from the bamboo basket, and threw it outside the entrance of d, he stood beside the entrance of d and said to those who were fighting in the distance: "If you want holy black crystal, come here take!"

While speaking, Zi Chen walked towards the outside of the entrance, holding the scabbard with his left hand behind his back.

These people fought with the old man for the sake of Sheng Wujing. Seeing this little guy throwing Sheng Wujing out on his own initiative, all of them had greedy eyes.

"Go away!"

When Wulu saw Zichen walking in front of Sheng Wujing, a cold light appeared in his greedy eyes. He abandoned the old man, shouted angrily at Zi Chen, and rushed towards this side.

In his hand, he held the pickaxe tightly, and the veins on his arms protruded. After he quickly came to Zichen, he raised the pickaxe high, and smashed it fiercely at Zichen with a whistling sound.

Although the old man intends to intercept other people, there are still a few people who passed through the old man's blocking and came towards Zichen. They were only a little slower than Wulu.

Looking at this powerful blow, Zichen's expression didn't change at all, he moved his right foot a step to the right, and the left hand and the scabbard behind his back came in front of him.

His body leans to the right,

The right hand landed on the handle of the knife, and the pickaxe in Wulu's hand rubbed against the corner of Zichen's clothes and smashed it down hard.

"Shua!"

The left arm, which was slightly shaken, remained motionless, and Zi Chen exerted force with his right hand, drawing the knife out of its sheath.

Here, the energy cannot be used, and Zi Chen cannot show the amazing sword drawing skills that amaze the world. But he can still exert strength, so this movement of drawing the knife is still very chic.

Pulling the knife out of its sheath, a black light flickered on the broken knife, without the light of the knife, the power of drawing the knife this time could be completely ignored.

But Zichen didn't draw the knife out of its sheath in a simple sense. In the process of drawing the knife, his right arm continued to exert force, and the jet-black broken knife slashed obliquely, as if protruding from the sky. The left abdomen extends all the way to the partner's right shoulder.

The patched robes all over his body were instantly broken by the knife, and the defense that was so strong that the pickaxe couldn't break through it was cut open by the broken knife in an instant.

This knife is an upgraded version of the knife drawing technique, which is somewhat similar to the essence of the knife drawing technique that Zichen comprehended back then, but it is much stronger than the original extreme knife technique.

Because this is the most extreme strike recorded in the Nine Heavens Sword Art, this sword belongs to the momentum of attack, and there is no return.

The broken knife in his hand no longer returned to its sheath in an instant like before, but pointed obliquely at the sky, with black light flowing.

Wulu's blow was missed, and he was stunned in place, looking at the cut in his body stupidly, his eyes were full of disbelief.

The little guy he had never paid attention to actually took out a weapon and broke through his defense so easily.

You know, even that old man hasn't gotten any weapons in these years.

He once had a chance to get a weapon, but he chose the stone house, because it was useless to ask for a weapon, and he didn't want to fight here.

But today, seeing the long wound on his body, regret appeared in his heart for the first time.

But what made him regret even more was the black blood that flowed out from the wound, and his figure couldn't help shaking, feeling dizzy.

"you you……"

He looked at Zi Chen with an unbelievable expression, which was already full of horror and deep horror at the moment.

Zi Chen, with the scabbard in his left hand and the broken knife in his right, ignored Wu Lu, but took a step sideways, bypassing the other party, the broken knife in his hand did not return to the sheath, but slashed forward.

In front of him, the second person who appeared was Parry. After seeing the broken knife in Zi Chen's hand, the other party was obviously shocked, and at the same time, the forward attack turned into a block.

In this world, a weapon is a very high-level thing, compared to the lowest-level pickaxe, it is much more advanced.

"Shua!"

Slashing with the broken knife, there seemed to be a faint black light flickering. I saw the pickaxe in Parry's hand, which was immediately split in two. .

Parry's movements froze, Zichen remained expressionless, and his body turned around with the broken knife slashing downwards, and the broken knife and his body drew an arc.

Within the range of this arc, Della's attack was dodged by Zi Chen, and the knife that followed cut off the opponent's arm holding the pickaxe.

With a scream, Della hugged the severed arm with one hand, let the blood spurt out, and backed away in horror.

This scene happened almost instantly, and when the others reacted, Zichen took three steps forward, leaving Ulu and Pali behind.

His eyes stared at Della indifferently, and the latter was terrified and backed up again and again.

The other people who had reacted had already stopped, looking at Zi Chen with a cold expression in horror.

Not far ahead, the other people who were fighting with the old man also stopped and looked at this side in shock. The little guy who they didn't pay attention to at all before defeated the three of them in an instant.

The old man was also shocked. He knew that Zichen was carrying something wrapped in cloth strips all day long, but he didn't know what it was carrying. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a broken knife that has been baptized by the rules of this place, and its quality is extraordinary.

Glancing at these people indifferently, Zichen turned around holding the knife, walked past Pali, and came behind Wulu.

At this moment, Wulu's body was glowing with black light, and the toxin smeared on the blade had begun to invade his heart. Trembling, he took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out the only pill from it, and was about to send it to his mouth.

As long as he takes the pill in time, his life can be saved. As for the wound on his body, it wasn't a fatal wound, and he could completely recover with his powerful body.

But before he could put the elixir into his mouth, he heard a cold voice behind him, "This elixir is useless to you, don't waste it!"

Wulu is very poisonous and moves slowly. He doesn't know what happened behind him, but he also knows that this should be a very bad thing, even something that endangers his life.

He didn't know what happened behind him, but behind him, other people could see clearly.

I saw Zichen raised the broken knife that hadn't been sheathed yet, and slashed towards his neck without hesitation, as easily and casually as cutting melons and grass.

"puff!"

With a soft sound, a human head flew up, and blood gushed from the headless body.

The broken knife returned to its sheath in an instant, Zi Chen stepped forward, snatched away the broken knife that was about to be sprayed with blood, and quickly moved away.

Two drops of blood stained his patched robes, corroding two small holes.

In the entire mine, there was a dead silence, only the sound of blood gushing out could be heard.

Ulu had become a headless corpse. Parry stood there motionless, and the skin that could be seen on his body became pitch black. After about three breaths, his body fell backwards.

Two of the three died.

In addition to the effect of the toxin, Parry's fatal injury was the knife mark from the center of his eyebrows to his cheek.

The backward Della was still alive, but he had a broken arm, and the toxin had already begun to invade his body. The skin on his body was faintly black.

"Poison, there is poison on his knife!" He yelled in horror, but his eyes looked around, with the intention of asking for help.

A broken arm will not kill you, as long as you can get rid of the poison, your life is not in danger.

But at this moment, those people who fought side by side with him before subconsciously avoided looking. Let's not talk about whether these people have the antidote, even if they have it, it is for their own safety, who would be willing to take it out for others to use.

Zi Chen grabbed the scabbard and looked at Della indifferently. He had a detox pill in his hand, but Della obviously didn't have the guts to ask for it.

Regarding Zi Chen's combat power, the old man seemed very shocked. Although he hadn't seen it before, he could guess Zi Chen's movements and changes in pace after looking at the traces of the battlefield.

It has to be said that this is an existence that has a good grasp of combat, and is also very skilled in controlling power.

To regard such a man as a novice here is to kill oneself.

"Help me, old man save me, I don't want that Saint Wujing anymore, everything I have from now on will be yours, and my life will be yours too!" Della, who was poisoned and didn't want to die after all, saw the old man After that, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, he immediately knelt down and said.

The old man stood where he was, with the pickaxe in his hand still stained with blood. He looked coldly at Della who was begging for mercy, without saying a word.

He is not a miner, but a holy king, a decisive existence.

Although these years of life as a miner have completely wiped out his spirit, but today his blood is completely stimulated, and the coldness that belongs to the bottom of his heart is also revealed.

To be kind to your enemies is to be cruel to yourself.

Della collapsed in fear, and no one rescued him until he died, perhaps because of reluctance or dare not.

The three who shot at Zi Chen first died like this, but the others were still alive. After Zi Chen's cold eyes fell on these people, their hearts trembled and they were terrified.