Martial Cultivator

After drawing the knife, the only thing to do is to kill people.

At the signal of the middle-aged monk, several Qingshui Mountain monks had silently surrounded them. They joined forces, not that they had the confidence to kill Chen Chao, but at this point, what could happen if they didn't take action?

Could it be that the young man in black shirt in front of him could be captured without hesitation?

Chen Chao had no expression on his face. After meeting a monk, he cut off the knife in his hand with a clean cut. The majestic light of the knife cut the man's body apart in an instant. With just one click, the monk from Qingshui Mountain died. I can't die anymore.

The remaining people were suddenly shocked. They obviously did not expect that the young martial artist in front of them was so powerful. Faced with the encirclement and attack by several of them, he could actually kill someone with one knife.

But before they could react, Chen Chao had already arrived in front of them, and when he slashed at a monk from Qingshui Mountain with his sword, the young man in black had already dropped his fist and hit one of them in the chest.

With a loud noise, the monk who was hit in the chest flew backwards and died.

At the same time, the Qingshui Mountain monk who was struck with the sword fell to the ground.

At this moment, Chen Chao, who used two swords and one punch, killed three people.

The middle-aged monk said angrily, "You bunch of losers, get out of the way!"

He was not a fool. He had already seen in an instant that the disciples he had brought would hardly cause any trouble to Chen Chao. Now that he didn't take action, it would be impossible even if he thought about it. But would things really go as he wished?

Obviously not.

Tonight, Chen Chao had an idea that he had not told anyone, which was to destroy Qingshui Mountain.

Different from when he destroyed Chongming Sect, this time, he will use his sword to drive out all the Qingshui Mountain monks!

As for why?

There is no reason to say.

The middle-aged monk dodged from the second floor towards Chen Chao, but before he could get close to the young warrior, he saw that several of the Qingshui Mountain monks he had brought with him died tragically again. ♦♦🆂🅷🆄🆇.🅲♦🅼

This made the middle-aged monk even more furious, and he immediately turned his energy and struck Chen Chao with a palm.

I thought that Chen Chao would have to dodge first when he struck out with this palm, but he didn't expect that Chen Chao would not dodge. After he withstood the palm, he followed the trend and moved several scattered people. The monk killed him directly.

For a time, there were less than ten Qingshui Mountain monks still standing in the entire Qingshui Pavilion.

Seeing the crazy young warrior taking action like this, the monks were even more numb, but no one dared to escape at this moment. After all, the rules of Qingshui Mountain stated that if the elders of the same sect were against the enemy, and they left without fighting, it would be A dead word.

It’s just that at this moment, in their hearts

I really hope that the uncle can entangle Chen Chao. Even if it doesn't work, it will take a while to let them take a breath, right?

Contrary to expectations, the middle-aged monk's second blow was a little more angry. The palm that moved the energy was as powerful as the peak of the Sea of ​​Bitterness. But even so, when he struck Chen Chao with a palm, Chen Chao was still there. Use your sword on other monks.

That palm was printed on Chen Chao's back again. The middle-aged monk did not see Chen Chao fly backwards as expected. His palm seemed to have landed on a piece of fine steel. Not only did it not knock Chen Chao away, but it actually It made his palms hurt.

He was horrified. He had heard that the warrior's body was unparalleled in the world, but he had not taken it seriously. He only thought that it was a gimmick that the warrior who lived in the mud found for himself. In recent years, he has not been a serious and pure martial artist. This was the first time they had fought, and he was shocked. How could this be the so-called best in the world? The body of the young martial artist in front of him was as hard as an ordinary magic weapon, right?

Just when the middle-aged monk was lost in thought, several more monks died under Chen Chao's sword.

Now in this Qingshui Pavilion, the Qingshui Mountain monks who are still alive by chance look at the young warrior in front of them with only fear in their eyes. They even feel that the young warrior in front of them is not a human at all, but a murderous god from hell.

Just after Chen Chao killed the last monk with his sword, he turned around and forced the middle-aged monk back with his sword.

After forcing the middle-aged monk to retreat to the second floor, Chen Chao stretched out his hand and rubbed his chest, looked at the middle-aged monk's face, and asked, "Are you in such a hurry to die?"

The face of the middle-aged monk, who had already entered the Sea of ​​Bitterness realm, changed slightly. He originally thought that this time he was ordered by the mountain master to go down the mountain and bring such a group of disciples, and he would be able to kill Chen Chao no matter what. But at this moment, he was the last one. Later I realized that only the mountain master could subdue the young warrior in front of me.

"There may be another reason for the matter between you and me at Qingshui Mountain. Why don't you follow me up the mountain to meet the mountain owner? Maybe there is room for change. If we really want to continue the fight, I'm afraid there really will be no room for change."

Although the middle-aged monk's face is still ugly, his tone now is different from before, not as domineering and condescending as before.

Chen Chao said expressionlessly, "I will go to that mountain."

After saying these words, Chen Chao walked towards the middle-aged monk.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a human head was randomly thrown out by Chen Chao. It rolled down the stairs on the second floor and rolled in the hall for a long time before slowly stopping.

Chen Chao did not look at the corpses on the ground, but calmly walked out of Qingshui Pavilion with his knife.

But as he walked out of the Qingshui Pavilion, several pillars of the entire Qingshui Pavilion suddenly broke off, and the entire Qingshui Pavilion collapsed in an instant.

The huge collapse sound soon alarmed countless people and monks in Qingshui County.

The nearby monks stood up in a hurry and looked in front of their windows. Only then did they realize that in the rainy night, the tallest building in the city and the most important building, Qingshui Pavilion, had been reduced to ruins.

When everyone was horrified, they saw only a figure holding a knife and walking slowly in the city.

The heavy downpour had already wet his clothes, and the blood originally stained on the broken knife was now washed away by the rain, making the blade shine again. The coldness emanating from the blade made people shudder.

The owner of the shop not far away from Qingshui Pavilion watched Chen Chao disappear at the end of the long street after Chen Chao passed by his shop. Only then did he dare to stick his head out of the window and take a look at Qingshui not far away. Looking at the ruins of the pavilion, he glanced at the back of the young warrior who was destined to be invisible, and then murmured, "What kind of lunatic did Qingshui Mountain mess with?"

Recalling that the young man came to his shop to ask about Ge Ming's news, the shop owner immediately clasped his hands together and murmured, "When gods fight, don't bring disaster to Chiyu."

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The owner of the study also heard the loud noise amid the rain. He stuck his head out and saw that the normally majestic Qingshui Pavilion was now in ruins. However, not long after, he saw Chen Chao Walking past his study.

The shop owner frowned and reminded, "It's okay to kill people, but you can't plant your inner demons!"

Chen Chao nodded slowly and said nothing, just passing by the study.

The shop owner sighed and turned to look at the little girl's body, which he had covered with a white cloth. He hesitated, "Is it really just a chance encounter?"

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It was also pouring heavily tonight in Qingshui Mountain. In the main hall at the top of the mountain, a purple-robed Taoist with white hair but still a young face was sitting in front of the statue of the ancestor of the Taoist sect in the main hall. Suddenly, a strong wind passed by outside the door. , blowing the candles in the row in front of the statue swaying.

The purple-robed Taoist opened his eyes and suddenly felt a little irritable. He stood up and came to the door of the hall and asked casually, "Is Du Qing back?"

The two monks guarding the door of the hall looked at each other, and one of them whispered, "Report to the Master of the Mountain, Master Du has not come back yet."

Taoist Zipao is naturally the mountain master of Qingshui Mountain. Master Tianyi is also the strongest person in Qingshui Mountain and even within hundreds of miles.

Tianyi's face was expressionless, "What a waste."

Hearing the mountain master's anger, the two monks immediately knelt down and said in unison, "Mountain Master, calm down."

In fact, Qingshui Mountain is very different from those monk sects on the mountain. Rather than saying that this mountain master is their ancestor of Qingshui Mountain, it is better to say that this mountain master is the master of Qingshui Mountain. In his eyes, this mountain monk is not If you have any opinions about disciples and disciples, you should just treat them as ordinary lackeys.

Master Tianyi said indifferently, "The same goes for Ge Ming, a loser. He was obviously refining a high-grade medicinal fruit, but he didn't return to the mountain. He should die."

Although Master Tianyi said this, in fact they all knew that if Brother Ge really brought his medicinal fruit up the mountain, he might even be snatched away by Master Tianyi in front of him. This is not the first time that this has happened. There is a precedent, and the current Tianyi Zhenren has been trapped in the other side for many years. Over the years, he has been anxious and constantly looking for medicine, hoping to break through this realm and enter the realm of forgetfulness.

There is a thin line between the other shore and Wangyou. In fact, what separates them is the world of difference.

The monks in the mountain are actually happy to see this happen. After all, if their mountain master is stronger, they will have more confidence outside. After all, what they do is inherently harmful. If there is not a powerful monk behind them to support them, then they will have to do it every day. It was also very scary.

But no one would be willing to give the medicine and fruit they had worked so hard to find to the mountain owner.

"It's just that although he deserves to die, if outsiders dare to kill him, he doesn't take me seriously."

Master Tianyi looked at the downpour with an expressionless face and uttered a few words, "What a thief."

The Taoist monks have always respected Heaven and Earth, and I am afraid that it is impossible to say such a thing. But for Master Tianyi, he is an abandoned disciple of the Taoist sect. He thinks that heaven and earth are nothing special, otherwise he would not be able to walk away with swords. Pi Feng followed a practice method of using elixirs and boys and girls to refine medicinal fruits, and finally created this Qingshui Mountain.

Just when Master Tianyi said these words, a monk ran towards this direction through the rain curtain. After arriving at the door of the hall, he knelt down with a plop.

Then the monk trembled a little and said, "Mountain Master, someone is breaking into the mountain!"

Master Tianyi had no expression on his face and said indifferently, "How many people?"

The monk quickly replied, "There is just a young martial artist holding a sword. He should be the one who killed senior brother Ge Ming."

Master Tianyi's expression did not change, and he even laughed, "It's interesting to go up the mountain to seek death."