Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhao Chuanxin knew that the Eighth Jebtsundamba was just a big scoundrel who was seeking fame and reputation on the grassland.

He doesn't need to kill him and get his hands dirty. A better option would be to expose him and publicize his deeds.

Jebtsundamba's eyes were grim and his chin was slightly raised, with no intention of giving in.

He even looked at Zhao Chuanxin with some provocation.

It seems to be saying: I am Jebtsundamba, what can you do to me?

But Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand.

"Snapped!"

Slap the living Buddha.

Jebtsundamba was hit on the head and five black and red finger marks appeared on his face.

The whole audience was shocked.

Zhao Chuanxin used the same hand to hit Jebtsundamba on the same side of the face.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Jebtsundamba retreated after being beaten.

Yanzhi cried out "Ouch!" It turned out that someone stepped on his foot.

"stop!"

"Zhao Chuanxin, you will not die well..."

Many of the believers on the grassland are devout.

Seeing Jebtsundamba being humiliated at this time, I felt heartbroken.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Chuanxin swung his arm and gave him a final slap in the face.

PIA…

Jebtsundamba was hit so hard that he fell to the ground, which showed how strong the force was.

He just felt his head buzzing and there seemed to be the sound of cicadas in his ears, sharp and continuous.

The slap seemed to have caused damage to the eardrum of one of his ears.

Xingyue warned: "Someone is carrying a gun."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the red dot among the dense light spots on his glasses. He bent his knees slightly, jumped up on the solid wooden table, leaned back, grabbed the beam with both hands, and swung backwards.

bang bang bang...

All the shots missed.

He twisted his waist and abdomen, and stayed in the air for a moment, then took out the Mosin-Nagant revolver, pulled the trigger with his right hand, and pressed the hammer with his left hand.

bang bang bang...

Six bullets were fired in succession, at a speed so fast that the human retina could not capture it.

Six gun-wielding lamas fell to the ground, all shot in the forehead.

Zhao Chuanxin fell to the ground, and he thrust the still hot barrel of his gun into the eyes of the seventh lama holding the gun.

"Ow..."

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and whipped his fist.

Snapped!

The lama fell to the ground, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Without a strong neck, you can’t withstand a blow from Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and stomped hard, and the Mosin-Nagant's rotor was stepped deeper into his eye socket.

The unconscious lama's body twitched for a while and then he became motionless.

hiss……

The rest retreated frantically.

It's instinctive.

But when Jebtsundamba pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and said, "Kill him!"

After he finished speaking, some devout herdsmen took out their machetes and daggers and rushed forward regardless of their lives, ready to fight Zhao Chuanxin to the death.

The power of faith, or the power of brainwashing, is still quite strong.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the Chunguang Sword and twisted his neck.

The head of the Shabi Yamen, Batma Dorji, was furious: "Zhao Chuanxin, you dare to kill people in the Buddhist temple? I will definitely report it to the court!"

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "I have a bold idea, and I also have a complete set of criminal laws. I am suppressing bandits, and I will suppress them without leaving a single blade of grass behind."

Batmadorji was stunned at first, then his face turned pale.

Several red rays popped out from the hilt of the Chun Guang Sword, that was the light blade.

Raise your hand and pull gently.

scoff.

The two were split into two at the same time.

It was as easy as cutting tofu with a knife, no matter whether it was bones or meat, there was no hindrance.

There was also a slight smell of burning feathers.

A large amount of blood gathered and splashed, and the people around were covered in blood, like evil spirits that had just crawled out of purgatory.

The whirlwind wipes the neck, the clouds wipe the left and right, the sea is explored and the dragon is slain...

The Spring Sword is really useful no matter how you use it.

Even if Zhao Chuanxin simply cuts his wrist, it can stir up a bloody storm.

Who made the light blade so sharp?

In the blink of an eye, more than thirty lamas and herdsmen died.

A river of blood flowed in front of the temple.

Yanzhi was so frightened that he couldn't speak and just kept shaking.

Zhao Chuanxin rushed out of the house.

None of these bastards who were of noble status went on the charge. Most of those who charged into battle were devout herdsmen, while more lamas went to the warehouse to get guns.

When they turned back, they no longer saw anyone who dared to challenge Zhao Chuanxin.

Batmadorji, Chelinqimmit, Demchukdorji, Handadorji and others retreated, fearing that they would be cut in half by the red light.

These people shout for joy, but their bodies are very honest.

The group of lamas who went to get guns have returned, and Zhao Chuanxin appears.

Zhao Chuanxin's sudden disappearance left the lamas who came with rifles at a loss.

Even if they had guns, they were just amateur shooting enthusiasts compared to professional soldiers.

Zhao Chuanxin appeared behind them, grabbed the gun handle from the side, turned the gun muzzle and pointed it at the lama next to them.

boom.

The lama next to him was shot in the chest and fell to the ground.

The others shuddered and looked around in confusion for the enemy.

Zhao Chuanxin held down the lama's shoulders, swung his waist and abdomen vigorously, clamped his legs around the lama's neck from behind, and pressed down hard. The lama bent over involuntarily and could not resist at all.

He used a quick-firing rifle to try to support his body. Zhao Chuanxin pressed his knee against the gun barrel, bent over and pulled the trigger.

boom.

The muzzle of the gun supporting the body pierced the other man's chin at an angle.

He stood behind the lama who was bending over and lying on the ground, and turned 180 degrees in the air.

The blade of the Spring Light Sword swept across the two of them.

The light blade was retracted, and the reverse elf carving knife popped out and cut off the bodies of the two again.

The movements are graceful, elegant and timeless.

In the distance, Batmadorji, Handadorji, Chelinqimit, Demchukdorji and others opened their mouths wide, like fish out of water and lacking oxygen.

Everyone says that Zhao Chuanxin is a god of war and a butcher, but today I saw him use various weapons seamlessly and fight like flowing water, which still seems incredible.

As the saying goes - your gun is my gun.

Your sword is my sword.

Your knife is my knife.

Killing people is like killing chickens!

Human life is like a mustard.

In a blink of an eye, all the lamas who came back with the quick guns were slaughtered by Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin was leaning on an old Mosin-Nagant, and his body and face were inevitably splashed with blood.

Only a row of neat and dense teeth are white.

He bared his teeth: "The sword shows that one values ​​righteousness over life, and the white rainbow comes back with revenge. Do you really think I don't know the dirty tricks between you and Tsarist Russia?"

Batma Dorji argued: "Zhao Chuanxin, you are slandering me."

Zhao Chuanxin flashed and appeared in front of Batmadorji the next moment: "Hmm? What did you say?"

"me……"