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"Hmph! Jue Wushen dares to plot against the dragon vein in the Middle Earth. Anyone with some bloody martial arts can kill him." Zhang Jun smiled inexplicably and shouted out.

"I really don't know how to live or die, kill him!" A gloomy shout like an order came from the crowd. The gloomy voice was like a ghost, but it gave Zhang Jun an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"It's you!" Zhang Jun suddenly shouted loudly, remembering where he had heard this sound. He had just entered this dream world. Zhang Jun encountered the first time he encountered a ghost-faced death warrior. This person took action to seriously injure Zhang Jun and put him in the cell of Wushen Jue Palace.

Zhang Jun's angry voice stunned the general on the opposite side, but he also knew what to do at this time. He suddenly faced Zhang Jun and pulled out the sword in his hand, pointed it straight at Zhang Jun, and suddenly shouted: "Kill!"

Puchi! Puchi! Ah... Ah! Crack! With the shouts of the general, countless loud shouts and howls on the battlefield one after another, and blood flowed hundreds of feet for a while, and the entire area was stained with blood.

"Ah! Baga!" When death came, the ghost-faced dead soldiers in the entire army had to have time to vent their dying scolding when they faced the sudden turning blade and spear, and were dismembered from all directions by the spearheads and blades that blocked the retreat from all directions.

"Bageya Road!" The only dozens of Rakshasa ghost-faced dead soldiers gathered together, looking at the army surrounding them, their eyes were red and cursing in Japanese. However, for the Ming soldiers who didn't know what bird singing they were talking about, they just thought they were farting.

"You dare to betray Wushen Jue Palace. When the palace master comes back, he will definitely tear your family to pieces." The master who made the sinister sound was among the group of ghost-faced dead men, holding two slender Japanese knives nearly four feet in his hand, and even glanced coldly around.

More than 400 ghost-faced dead soldiers were elites of Wushen Jue Palace. They were all warriors. They made great contributions to sweeping the Central Plains martial arts world. Even the martial arts sects that emerged from countless masters did not cause them to lose so much. However, this time, under the sneak attack of countless armies, facing the blade and spear tips that were everywhere, they were proud of their speed and could not be used, and their internal energy did not reach the level of being released to protect the body outside. They could only be penetrated by the sudden blade and spear, and they died extremely aggrieved.

"Hahaha! You Japanese Japanese, who actually wanted to plot against the land of the earth in the middle of the earth, Jue Wushen was even more despicable and shameless, and he threatened our family. Haha! Jue Wushen's Japanese dog didn't expect that Wuming, the martial arts mythology, had already rescued our family and others. At this moment, Jue Wushen was killed." The general appeared from the crowd and laughed wildly in the face of the remaining dozen people.

"Kill!" But what responded to him was dozens of cold and ice-like killing sounds. These dead soldiers themselves were brainwashed killing tools that Jue Wushen carefully created, scolding the general for trying to lure him out for a beheading operation. Now they knew the general's location and immediately killed him with all their strength.

"Hurry! Stop them!" The generals are brave enough to be soldiers. The generals in the imperial city have long been corrupted by alcohol, sex, power and wealth. Although they can still maintain their position under national justice, they will be completely despised when they are shot with real swords and guns. Not to mention those soldiers, the role of generals on the ancient battlefield was not to lead troops to fight, but to be the courage of a military force, as the courage of a military force. Before the battle formation of the Three Kingdoms, fighting generals were to strengthen courage for soldiers. A general was fierce, comparable to ten thousand troops. Xiang Yu burned his boats and broke his army alone, creating a classic battle in history that he won the few with more.

Now the generals of this army are cowardly before fighting, and the soldiers themselves are intimidated by the Rakshasa ghost-faced death warrior. Although most of the sneak attacks were solved before, these masters who dodged the sneak attacks are now masters, all of whom are in the middle or even the upper level of the Black Iron level. They suddenly become sheep in front of these black-clothed death warriors like the ghost-faced Shura.

Suddenly, more than a dozen ghost-faced dead soldiers rushed into the flock like dozens of tigers. Can the flock of sheep threaten the tiger? The sword light is extremely sharp, and these dead soldiers have skillful cooperation. They are divided into three layers during the entire propulsion process. One layer of sword swings to kill the enemy and then the people behind them interspersed. This repeated not only can maintain their physical strength but also ensure uninterrupted self-protection of the sword swing, making the entire team as if they were chiseled deeply into the black army, quickly approaching the general Zhang Huang's insidious.

"Hero, please save me!" The general, covered in dust, rushed to Zhang Jun, without any dignity.

Zhang Jun ignored the other party at all. The only thing that could make Zhang Jun pay attention now was the dozens of ghost-faced Rakshasa who were constantly rushing towards him. The seven evil spirits in his hand were shrouded in white mist, and a biting coldness was hidden without causing any release. The buzzing dull thunder suddenly became extremely clear in this noisy environment. Although the thunder sound was very weak, it suppressed the sound of rushing sounds.

The muscles and bones sounded together, transforming into force and marrow. A tiger and leopard thunder sound came out from Zhang Jun's body. The pores in his body suddenly closed, and the vibrating qi and blood rushed straight into the chest and lungs. At the same time, the internal breath rushed along the meridians along the meridians as Zhang Jun's qi and blood fluctuated.

"Kill!" A tiger roar that was not like a human voice suddenly roared out of Zhang Jun's mouth. At the same time, what was surging was not only Zhang Jun's qi and blood, but also had a strong inner breath. It surged out with Zhang Jun's roar. At this moment, a wave of air visible to the naked eye rushed towards more than a dozen black-clothed ghost-faced Rakshasa.

The air around the Ghost-faced Rakshasa who was slaughtering soldiers suddenly fluctuated, and a sharp tiger roar rushed by. The wind of sand and stones blew across the tiger roar. When it was affected by the sound of the tiger roar, the black-armored soldiers and the Ghost-faced Rakshasa seemed to have been immobilized. Under this sentence "kill", they were frozen by a murderous intent that was cold into the bone marrow.

Zhang Jun was as lit, slightly surprised at the power of the tiger roar he made, but then his keen killing consciousness realized that the opportunity was inevitable. In an instant, he stepped out of the first style of Feng Shen's legs to catch wind and shadow. His body instantly burst out with extremely strong speed, with sword energy scattered. The whole person started exerting force from his legs. After layers of transmission of the spine, the internal energy burst out, and the blood condensed. An extremely rich white mist was inexplicably generated on the blade. Under the bones, the ground around him condensed with a layer of white frost, as if late autumn had arrived early.

Zhang Jun uses the Bing Xin Jue internally, and the internal power of the Ao Han Six Jue and the Bing Xin Jue internal power are consistent at this moment. From the heart to the body, they all produce a calm and wise state of mind. The combination of the mind almost reaches the level of the elixir level, and an extremely strange feeling appears in Zhang Jun's heart.

The murderous intent in his heart suddenly burst out, and the Bing Xin mental state and the killing arts brought by the internal power of the Bing Xin Jue were mixed again. This was the first time. Zhang Jun could clearly feel the changes brought by the Bing Xin's killing arts. All the distracting thoughts in his mind were instantly cleared by the Bing Xin Jue. The entire mind turned into a red ice cube under Zhang Jun's perception. The transparent Bing Xin, as if red crystals were filled with complete killing thoughts. It was the tyrannical consciousness deep in Zhang Jun's heart, and the magical nature that arises when it reached the extreme.

Unlike the passive entry in the past, this time Zhang Jun entered this state. Not only did he have the consciousness of killing, but he also had an extremely clear idea that dominated the entire mind. No matter how ever changes, I remained unmoved. The core mind was purified by the Bing Xin Jue to create a bright ice lake that was truly like crystal ice. The whole body was free in Zhang Jun's control. With a thought, the collapsed soul core in Zhang Jun's body suddenly emitted a powerful suction force. The massive dream energy and dream magic gems brought by Zhang Jun's killing of more than a dozen ghost-faced Rakshasa at the Life and Death Gate were absorbed by the soul core like a long whale absorbing water. At this moment, the soul core seemed to be full, bringing Zhang Jun a sense of fulfillment.

In the next moment, the entire soul core emitted a suction force that was stronger than ever before. Countless silk threads burst out from the collapsed soul blackspots, making the entire soul core look like a small sun. The silk thread shot into countless meridians in Zhang Jun's body through the body formed by mental power. As the silk threads became more numerous, the connection between the soul and the shell was strengthened. Internal force, qi and blood, and even the mental power generated by the Bing Xin Killing Tao were sucked into it by the black hole-like spiritual core.

The moment Zhang Jun's entire person was absorbed into the core of his soul, his entire person's aura suddenly plummeted. If there were martial arts masters present, he could find that at this moment, Zhang Jun's internal energy, life, and spirit were completely gone, and the whole person was no different from the stones around him.

But this situation only lasted one ten thousandth of a finger. In the next moment, the soul core black hole that had absorbed all life energy suddenly exploded and turned into infinite light and heat, and at the same time, Zhang Jun's cold eyes suddenly became clear, and the white mist outside the long sword in his hand quickly gathered on the blade, turning the blade into crystal white.

After losing the support of the cold air emitted by Zhang Jun's sword, the black armored soldiers around him and the white frost on the ground quickly melted into water vapor. The group of Rakshasa ghosts opened their eyes and looked at Zhang Jun in front of them with their hands raising their swords. The eyes from the mask became extremely puzzled, because Zhang Jun did not exude any momentum at this time. If it weren't for Zhang Jun's appearance in front of them, they would almost not have noticed Zhang Jun's breath at all.

Zhang Jun's face was as red as Guan Gong's life. If Huo Yuanjia saw Zhang Jun's appearance at this time, he would be shocked. Zhang Jun's appearance at this time was exactly the same as the secret technique of planting lotus in fire, but Zhang Jun could know that he had not used the secret technique of planting lotus in fire at this time, but he held the pill and sat on the hips to transport qi and blood. This was just a manifestation of the enhanced control of the body after he became enlightened by the pill.

It was said that soon, all the changes were completed in a flash of fingers. In just a blink of an eye, Zhang Jun had already transformed. The pale blade with blood in an instant was slashed down. The sword technique was not sophisticated at all, giving people an extremely simple feeling, as if anyone could make it happen. In the eyes of outsiders, this knife could be avoided by just taking two steps.

But only the ghost-faced Rakshasa Death Soldier who faces the blade can feel the sharpness of the blade. Before the sword energy reaches its peak, a double chill from physical to mental swept over, and the whole person was frozen in place. He could not move and could only resist!

"Ahhh!" More than a dozen warriors shouted desperately before their death, holding samurai swords in hand and slashed at the blade towards them. However, the ghost-faced warriors who seemed to be crowded could not resist Zhang Jun's blade at all. These warriors only felt that the Japanese swords that had gathered all their strength seemed to be chopping not just a knife, but a round, bare and large round iron ball. After holding the pill, Zhang Jun's spirit completely turned into a round and wishful elixir ball, and he could do whatever he wanted and turned as he wanted.
Chapter completed!