Beiyin Great Sage

"Brother Bai doesn't think that the person who killed me Zhou can be dismissed with a few origin stones?"

"Otherwise?" Bai Ju sneered:

"Is it possible that you still want me to pay for the life of a mere mortal native? Bai has learned from your vengeance today."

"It seems that Brother Bai has no sincerity." Zhou Jia shook his head with regret in his eyes:

"Since that's the case, Mr. Zhou doesn't mind sending you on your way."

Before the word 'road' fell, the ground under his feet collapsed silently, and the huge driving force made him shoot out like a cannonball.

[-] meters in an instant.

The distance between the two people was several feet away.

Bai Ju's eye sockets twitched, and he retreated subconsciously, only to find that the air around him seemed to be frozen, and his movement speed was severely hindered.

pressure!

Zhou Jia swung his shield, and the shields were several meters apart. The air in front of him was almost compressed into a liquid state, and the figures inside were like insects frozen in amber.

"Shh!"

Bai Zhu's figure swayed, and his whole body twisted and deformed.

Ghost step!

He is transformed into a ghost, like a body between reality and reality, instantly unrepressed by the real world, flying lightly and at an incomparable speed for several feet.

This is the top skill of Shuoqing Palace. After the completion of Dacheng, it can even ignore most of the physical attacks and even the influence of mental will.

"Humph!"

Before the fight, he was forced to perform his housekeeping skills, causing Bai Ju to look gloomy, and with a soft snort, the ground under his feet twisted.

The sun hangs in the air.

When it shines on an object, there will naturally be shadows.

Now with Bai Ju's movements, the shadow on the ground seemed to come alive, twisting like a snake, and entangled Zhou Jia.

The martial arts of the Dalin Dynasty integrated the methods of various clans, with different mysteries.

This method of manipulating shadows comes from a very unique series of origin techniques in Fei Mu's world, but relatively speaking, the power of origin techniques is not strong.

After the mastery of the seniors of Shuoqing Palace, it will become a unique school of its own.

Ghost Shadows!

"Shh!"

Bai Ju's figure flickered and merged into the ghost shadow. For a while, it was difficult to distinguish the real body from the ghost shadow, and countless azure sword lights spread all over the place.

At this time, Zhou Jia moved.

He stretched his body, as if he was walking casually and leisurely, his face was calm and leisurely, his steps were soothing and soft, and he appeared at Bai Ju's real body with one step.

Many ways to confuse the mind are useless to him.

With a light swipe of the shield, all illusions are shattered.

With the traits of comprehension, the realm of the Great Perfection of the Five Thunder Axe, and the method of the black iron realm are as childish as children juggling in Zhou Jia's eyes.

Even without relying on the trait of listening to the wind, you can instantly locate the real body of the other party from among the many messy messages.

"drink!"

This scene was obviously beyond Bai Ju's expectation, before he had time to think about it, his eyes narrowed, and he swung the knife suddenly.

"when……"

The sword and shield collided, a huge force exploded, and the two fell back at the same time.

Bai Ju retreated violently with his strength, his body shone like a ghost, while Zhou Jia twisted his body, and the double-edged ax in his right hand slashed forward.

"boom!"

A dazzling thunder swept across a hundred meters ahead in an instant.

Bai Ju's figure froze suddenly.

Zhou Jia stepped forward again, as gently and casually as before, and attacked with his shield as before, and the strong wind howled in his face.

The seemingly simple action is hard to dodge.

"when……"

The sword and shield collided.

Bai Ju's face showed despair, and his body skills were almost at the limit, trying to retreat further.

No matter what.

"boom!"

The overwhelming thunder light, no matter how exquisite your body skills are, will directly cover all the directions in front of you.

"what!"

Bai Ju looked up to the sky and roared, unwilling to let out a roar.

This time, he no longer chose to retreat, but collided head-on with a knife, vainly trying to use his body skills to approach and fight.

"when……"

A shield as thick as a mountain interrupted his thoughts.

The shield makes the attack weak, and the five lightning axes make the dodge a delusion. His every move is actually counted by others.

With a shield and an axe, Zhou Jia shot with a blank face. In a monotonous to childish way, he made six consecutive rotations, and finally chopped the double-edged ax into Bai Ju's throat.

"puff!"

The head rolled off.

"Crack!"

Hanging the ax and shield behind his back, Zhou Jia with a calm expression bent down to search the corpse skillfully, and at the same time signaled to Chang Wuming with a livid face:

"Let's go!"

"what?"

"what!"

"Yes Yes."

Chang Wuming came back to his senses, his eyes changed, and he hurriedly followed.

"Uncle."

He glanced at the corpse swept into the corner behind him, and whispered:

"I heard that that person is very powerful?"

"En." Zhou Jia nodded:

"almost."

"Almost?" Chang Wuming's cheeks twisted.

Looking at you just now, it doesn't look like you are dealing with a very powerful person. You have been suppressing the opponent from the beginning to the end.

It's simply torture!

And you are a murderer, why is your expression so calm?

Killing and collecting corpses, so proficient?

There were also two people not long ago.

Although Chang Wuming didn't know much about Hong Zeyu, he had heard of the Xuantian Union, and knew how high the status of the inner sect elders and branch masters was.

But even this kind of people, in front of Zhou Jia, would kill as soon as they said they wanted to.

this person...

Could it be that he is really a murderer?

As the thought turned, he was even more startled in his heart, and kept silent, fearing that he would disturb the other party, and he would have nowhere to reason if he was struck by an axe.

"There is a problem with the exercises you practice." Zhou Jia said slowly:

"If you don't want to die, you'd better stop."

"Ah!" Chang Wuming was taken aback:

"This was taught to me by an outsider. He said that as long as I cultivated to the eighth rank, he would take Xiaoqian and me out and accept me as an apprentice."

"It's up to you." Zhou Jia's face remained unchanged.

"Is there really a problem?" Chang Wuming's expression changed, showing anxiety:

"Is that person trying to kill me?"

"It doesn't make sense!"

Zhou Jia didn't respond to his words, and let him be suspicious. In an instant, the two walked into a ruined peak, and they could look around from a distance.

"that person."

Zhou Jia pointed towards the distance:

"Do you know him?"

"Which one?"

Chang Wuming squinted his eyes, fixedly staring at the direction Zhou Jia was pointing at, and at the same time made up his mind not to practice the exercises yet.

With Zhou Jia's strength, there is no need to deceive him.

The distance was too far, even though he was already at the seventh rank, he couldn't see clearly.

"Well……"

Zhou Jia pondered for a while, and pulled out an origin technique he saw from the library from his mind, and swiped his fingers, causing the surrounding water to gather.

In the blink of an eye, a water mirror appeared in front of the two of them.

Through the refraction of light, the water mirror reflects the distant scenes into it.

"Punishment seven!"

Chang Wuming was taken aback by the figure on the water mirror:

"How did he get out?"

Chapter 040 Among the Survivors, Black Iron and the Eagle's Nest Comer

Xing Qi is a veteran, less than thirty years old, but looks like a 40-year-old middle-aged man, with scorched and haggard skin.

He held a scimitar he had picked up, bowed slightly, and cautiously shuttled through the ruins alleyway.

thanks to outsiders.

Although Jicheng is still dangerous, it is no longer full of monsters, and some places are relatively safe.

As a former scout, Xing Qi's perception of danger is far beyond ordinary people.

Especially after having the cultivation base of the fourth-rank exchange blood, he has sharp eyes and ears, sharp reactions, and his physique is even more exaggerated than that of the former special forces king.

After a while.

His figure appeared beside a leaning building.

"Shh!"

Pointing to the ground, Xing Qi is like a flexible ape, climbing with the aid of those irregular protrusions outside the building.

It didn't take long to jump to more than thirty floors.

"You came."

This is an office building, each floor is extremely empty, the tiles paved on the floor crack slowly, and one person stands with his hands behind his back and waits for himself.

"Ah."