Centenary Veteran: Hunting space to pick up cultivation

"You win!" Deacon Silver's voice was hoarse, he had already suffered serious injuries, the injuries on his body were already fatal, and now he was just relying on a breath, holding himself up and not falling.

He was actually unbelievable until now, their ten silver-level cultivators surrounded and killed a person, and this person's realm was not higher than them, but the result was desperate, nine people died, one was seriously injured, even if the rest of themselves, now they can't hold on, and they will follow in their footsteps immediately.

This is simply a monster, Xia Zhu, who fought up, completely forgetful, even if he was seriously injured, but in speed, his reaction ability is still extremely stable, as if those wounds on his body do not exist!

But as one of the people who created those scars, he knew very well that if Xia Zhu's wounds were replaced on others, they would be fatal, even if they were not dead, they would have long lost their ability to move, even if Xia Zhu was like him, he could still slash people around with a knife!

In fact, in the end, this battle is no longer a competition of combat effectiveness, but a competition of willpower, to see who can't hold it down first, and now he can't hold it!

Deacon Silver threw away the knife in his left hand, raised his only remaining arm, and removed the mask from his face, "You may be the only person besides my Lord who can convince me, you are entitled to see my face!" My name is Si Yigu, the Archdeacon of the Diocese of Jiangnan of the Holy Flame Sect, I hope you can remember my name! "

Xia Zhu moved his already stiff body with difficulty, "I'm not interested, who is particularly sick to remember the name of a man of yours?" "

"Hahaha..." Deacon Baiyin laughed, but he didn't think that Xia Zhu said something wrong, in other words, he didn't bother to remember, his subordinates were just defeated, and he was never qualified to leave a name! History belongs to the winners!

"It's good, kill me, give me a pain, there will be more powerful people coming to you in the future, avenge me, maybe it won't be long before I can see you below!" Xia Zhu! "

"Aren't you believing in your Lord? Why didn't he come to your rescue? "

"My Lord aims to purify the world, how can he care about me as a small person?"

"Then you, as a believer, are so religious, shouldn't you enter the kingdom of God when you die?" Xia Zhu looked curious, "You said that I am not a believer of your Lord, and I should not be able to enter his kingdom of God when I die, right?" "

The smile on Si Yigu's face gradually stiffened, and his tone became a little uncertain, "It should be!" "

"That's not it, so even if I die, you won't be able to see me, besides, even if I see you, I will hack you to death again!" Xia Zhu nodded and moved to the silver deacon, "Are you ready?" "

"Come on!" Si Yigu closed his eyes.

"Ugh!"

The sword flashed, a big human head flew up, and the blood spurted out of the neck artery was half a foot high! The blood was as hot as boiling water, poured on Xia Zhu's body, making him feel a trace of warmth.

The surrounding Saint Flame disciples who had been killed by him did not dare to move, obviously knowing that the man in front of him had run out of oil, maybe he would be exhausted in the next moment, maybe he would be unconscious immediately, maybe they could kill this demon by taking a knife casually and letting it poke, but no one dared to move, maybe someone had such a thought, but they were afraid that Xia Zhu still had spare strength!

Xia Zhu ignored these people, he disdained to kill enemies who lost his fighting spirit, just like he disdained to kill civilians except enemies, which was his pride as a warrior.

He stumbled to the position where he put the wine, and the cultists who were still alive all retreated when they saw him approaching, avoiding it from a distance, and did not dare to approach at all.

Of the three altars of wine, one jar remained intact, and as for the other two, they were all damaged due to the fierce battle just now.

Xia Zhu was so distressed that he pumped, although he had subsidies every month after he was discharged from the army, but the money was not much, he spent a small thousand to buy these wines, which is his living expenses for nearly half a month! It's a pity!

He sat on the ground with his butt, leaned his back against the wall, leaned bloodthirsty to the side, and then carefully slapped the only remaining pot of wine open the mud seal, the aroma of wine suddenly gushed out, and even the rich bloody aura around him was diluted a little, Xia Zhu sniffed greedily, and then swallowed heavily!

The belated city guard finally arrived here at this time, surrounding Changle Alley, blocking it front and back, and they planned to kill all the cultists inside.

Then they saw this shocking battlefield in the alley!

"Gag!"

Some soldiers turned around and vomited at once, and then more soldiers turned and vomited, swearing that they had never seen such a terrifying battlefield in their lives.

The entire Changle Alley is full of corpses, stumped limbs and broken arms, heads rolling around, stacked corpses, intestines and internal organs hanging everywhere, flowers and green, like decoration! The alley was full of blood, even the walls on both sides were splashed with blood, flowing down in strings, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of plasma.

Because of the long time, the blood that was first spilled has begun to slowly coagulate, turning into a more disgusting black-red, and the rich fishy breath drills straight into the nostrils, making people dizzy, and the smell of blood seems to be going into their heads.

Those cultists barely resisted and were controlled by those city guards who barely dared to act, they dared to say that they had never seen such obedient cultists, even if many of them were bronze-level cultivators, and now they were obedient like quails, they did not dare to resist, and the soldiers also saw relief from their eyes!

In addition to these living cultists, the only living thing left on the scene was Xia Zhu, and at this time, Xia Zhu was carrying a wine jar and pouring wine into his mouth.

When Ran Cheng, deputy commander of the City Guard, arrived, he saw such a scene, first feeling his scalp numb, and then gasping fiercely.

"Adjutant, slap me! Am I crazy now? "

"Snap!" The adjutant really strictly carried out the order and slapped Ran Cheng fiercely.

"Damn, it's not that I'm crazy, it's that the world is crazy!" Ran Cheng muttered. Then he shouted loudly, "What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and save people!" Call an ambulance! Fuck, a bunch of bastards two hundred and five! "

And Xia Zhu, who had finished drinking a jar of spirits, had already fallen asleep against the wall!

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