Emperor of Taikoo Chapter 162: All off

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"Jie Jie...It's time to end." A cold voice came out from Song Ping's mouth, and he took his eyes to sweep the battlefield. At this moment, there are only three or four members of the guards who are still insisting, and there are also Scars are everywhere.

Finally, he fixed his gaze on Zhao Hu, stroked the storage ring with one hand, took out a silver arrow, and then slowly drew the bow, opening the arrow, full of strings...

"Om!"

The bowstring vibrated, and the arrow shot out, piercing Zhao Hu.

Zhao Hu, who was fighting frantically with several horse thieves, suddenly felt cold all over his body. He turned around hurriedly, with a continuously enlarged arrow in his pupils.

The sharp arrow pierced the air like a dragon, piercing the air very fast, and instantly appeared in front of Zhao Hu.

The latter wanted to hide, but it was too late.

If he is shot, Zhao Hu will definitely die.

"Clang!"

At the moment, a bright finger light appeared abruptly as if jumping in time and space, and then collided with the arrow, like gold and iron intersecting, bursting out a clear sound.

With a click, the intersection was only a moment, and then, the finger light burst out with tyrannical power, and directly shattered the arrow with a force of destruction.

"Shit!"

It refers to the undiminished power of the awn, stabbing it out and piercing the head of an unfortunate horse thief.

This scene came too suddenly, and for a while, everyone was stunned.

"Puff puff......"

At the moment when everyone was stunned, dozens of finger lights appeared suddenly, like a goddess scattered flowers, shooting out, and each finger light was like a sharp sword, easily piercing the eyebrows of a horse thief.

In an instant, dozens of horse thieves were killed or injured.

Quiet, absolutely quiet.

For a while, all that was heard was the sound of others gulping, everyone's eyes widened, trying to find the source of the finger light.

Seeing this scene, Song Ping's face suddenly became gloomy.

"Who? He Fangxiao attacked secretly and come out!"

He is holding a long bow and scanning the scene with sulky eyes.

These horse thieves are his personal guards, and are his capital across the Wild North Plain. Unexpectedly, it was here that most of it was broken at once, as if it was breaking his arm and making him not angry.

In the car, Concubine Ji Luo opened her red lips slightly, and her pale and pretty face gradually recovered due to the surprise.

Her beautiful eyes rolled, and she glanced suspiciously at the carriage where Lu Chen was.

"Is that him?" His red lips opened slightly, and he whispered to himself.

"Come out!" Song Ping was furious, he turned around abruptly, his eyes finally fixed in one direction.

There is a carriage.

The wind blows, and the curtain lifts.

"Shoo!"

A bright finger light shot out with the help of the gap raised by the car curtain.

The goal, direct to Song Ping!

Song Ping laughed, put out his right hand, punched out, and said: "I finally found you!"

"Puff!"

The light is like a sword, directly smashing the fist.

Song Ping’s smile stiffened, and then under his horrified gaze, that finger light pierced his chest and came out of his back, leaving a thumb-sized hole.

Blood gurgling, Song Ping's heart beats wildly, but fortunately he avoided the deadly part at the critical moment.

At the same time, his manic heart began to grow in fear.

"This..."

This scene fell in the eyes of everyone, except for Zhao Hu and other guards, all the horse thieves were dumbfounded, their minds were blank, and they couldn't react at all.

"The three chiefs... the three chiefs... were actually injured." After a while, one of the horse thieves shivered.

"Da!"

The curtain was lifted, and a long figure walked down from it. He was sixteen or seventeen years old, with a tender face with fortitude and a black suit. The eyes of everyone was that the young man had a pair of degrading eyes, pitch black. And the depth seems to be a deep pool with no waves in the ancient well.

Seeing Lu Chen, Song Ping glanced at him and found that Lu Chen was just a four-tier warrior who broke the yuan. Logically speaking, this level of cultivation is like an ant in his eyes. It can be slapped to death with a slap. .

But Lu Chen is different.

He felt a natural crisis from Lu Chen, and he was injured by Lu Chen's finger light before.

Now there is only the fear of Lu Chen in my heart.

"Boy, who are you?" He stepped back and asked cautiously.

"The dead don't need to know my name." Lu Chen's expression was indifferent, and he held it with one hand, the blood blade appeared in his hand, and then urged Yuanli to swipe lightly under the gaze of all eyes. .

With a tear, the sword screams.

Song Ping saw this sword, his heart beating wildly, just about to hide, but only felt a cold in his chest.

He went down and saw that a little red color slowly appeared from his chest like a plum blossom, and then expanded.

"How is it possible!" Before Song Ping was about to die, he still couldn't believe that he died like this.

At the same time as the sound fell, Song Ping's lifeless corpse shook suddenly, and then crashed to the ground.

"And you, all go to death!"

Being killed Song Ping, Lu Chen didn't have any fluctuations in his heart. He turned to look at the horse thieves, the blood blade pointed diagonally at the ground, and the index finger tapped the blade.

"Om!"

The blood blade buzzed, and immediately, the sword gas turned into a silk, and you saw it, a slender sword gas flew out, moving like thunder, and before everyone reacted, it passed through the eyebrows.

"Puff! Puff..."

The next moment, the remaining horse thief, a little blood mark appeared on the eyebrows, and then fell to the ground softly and breathlessly.

Zhao Hu and others looked at each other, and then they all took a breath.

At this moment, they looked at Lu Chen's gaze, with a little awe in gratitude.

True Spirit Continent, respects martial arts, and the strong are respected everywhere, and, like Lu Chen, he can kill the third leader of the Skeleton Group at the age of sixteen or seven, even among the strong. Genius.

"Okay, I need to practice, there is nothing important, don't bother me." Lu Chen glanced at the battlefield, after giving a word, he walked towards the carriage with a slightly tired expression.

Although Lu Chen's injuries quickly recovered under the action of the Pill of Life and Death, he still needs some time to rest for a complete recovery.

"Huh!"

Looking at the back who boarded the carriage, Zhao Hu took the lead to recover and exhaled fiercely.

At this time, he is both grateful and awe for Lu Chen, and of course, there is a hint of happiness.

Fortunately, Lu Chen was saved, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

After a fight, more than a dozen guards were killed or injured.

"Okay, tidy up and leave this damned place." A loud roar called the guards back to their senses, and I saw that the seriously injured Hong Lao clutched his abdomen and staggered up.

Fortunately, the surviving guard, after a Ji Ling came back to his senses, quickly cleaned the battlefield. After a while, the convoy continued to rush forward.

However, after this time, the people in the convoy looked at the carriage where Lu Chen was in, becoming awed and respected.