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Chapter 225 Chopped him!(1/2)

In the courtyard, a solemn and murderous aura filled the courtyard.

Seven or eight men in black stood up with a serious expression.

And standing at the forefront is their leader, Chen Sheng.

At this moment, Chen Sheng held the blade in his hand, and his figure was not very tall.

There was blood on the corner of his lips, which was caused by the middle-aged monk hitting his chest and abdomen.

But he didn't suffer any losses, even made a lot of money.

The knife in his hand was covered with blood.

He stabbed into the monk's abdomen with a knife, and stirred violently.

He knew very well that the blow was not fatal.

But this battle was not over.

A cold wind blew, and Chen Sheng's eyes fell on the monk standing at the gate of the courtyard.

Another monk.

He was older than the middle-aged monk, and his aura was even more sharp and heavier.

He blocked his way, leaving the shadows with no way to retreat.

Chen Sheng sent out the last encrypted message and threw the phone to the man in black behind him.

"I told the master."

Chen Sheng tightly grasped the blade in his hand: "It can't be removed."

Just finished speaking.

The seven men in black behind him suddenly stood up, and a huge bloodthirsty aura rushed towards him.

It makes people tremble.

At the gate of the courtyard, the old monk in his fifties breathed smoothly. His mind was not disturbed by the bloodthirsty aura released by the shadow.

But his brows frowned involuntarily.

The strength of these young people may not be first-class.

But their willpower and attitude towards the strong are commendable.

"Since you can't withdraw it, then you must enter this door."

Whoosh!

Chen Sheng ran suddenly like a sharp arrow.

But his direction is not the gate.

It is the door that was blocked by the middle-aged monk.

The knife in the hand is calm and sharp.

Chen Sheng's body was just a breath and suddenly ejected into the middle-aged monk!

The middle-aged monk was seriously injured. If he wanted to resist Chen Sheng's sword, he would have to pay his life!

"presumptuous!"

An angry shout was like thunder.

Chen Sheng's mind trembled violently, but the knife in his hand left no room for anything!

Huh!

The old monk who was still at the gate of the yard a second ago suddenly fell on the side of Chen Sheng like a white light.

He reached out and captured Chen Sheng's throat.

But the latter was as slippery as a loach, and flashed to the back of the middle-aged monk.

Puchi!

The blade stabbed into the middle-aged monk's back.

The middle-aged monk did not react slowly, and his elbow suddenly hit Chen Sheng's head.

Bang!

Chen Sheng, who raised his hand to block it, took a few steps back, and half of his hand was paralyzed.

"Um--"

The middle-aged man knelt down on one knee, and red blood spurted out of his mouth. His originally calm and plain face suddenly turned sick and flushed. His eyes were turbid and his body was sweating profusely.

The first knife was Chen Sheng stinged hard. The middle-aged monk did not block it.

In the second knife, Chen Sheng stabbed the old monk in the back. The middle-aged monk still couldn't block it.

This is Chen Sheng.

A leader who claims to have poor legs and feet and cannot do shadow work.

If he really wants to play with his life, he is not even more fierce than Shadow.

"I will stab him to death today."

Standing not far away and distanced from the old monk, Chen Sheng grinned and showed a ferocious look: "In front of you!"

Whoosh!

Two shadows rushed rapidly, holding the blade in his hand and dived into the middle-aged monk.

He was hit by one before and after, and it was already the last moment of strength.

Facing these two defeated generals, he was unable to sustain and could not resist.

The old monk standing aside was furious.

He waved his arm, and in his robe, his vigorous and powerful palms were poked out. He went straight to the shadow gate!

"I'll give you all!"

The old monk has a bad temper and his words are sharp and cruel.

He was full of fierce energy, and he did not have the charm of a monk. He was like a purgatory Shura, with a strong aura!

Bang!

A shadow was knocked away by an old monk and vomited blood on the spot, and he couldn't get up even if he crawled.

Another shadow, however, had agile body, bypassed the old monk's blockage and stabbed into the middle-aged monk's chest with a knife.

Puchi!

Blood was like a spring, and the old monk knelt on the ground, his body gradually became weak.

Even kneeling, I almost couldn't hold my knees!

Seeing that the old monk was unable to save people, he had a strong murderous intent in his eyes. His aura was swelling, and even the monk's robe had no wind to automatically!

Chen Sheng had no extra words.

He held the blade in his hand tightly, and the wind blew under his feet and rushed towards the middle-aged monk. He wanted to make up for his last knife!

"The Monk!"

Chen Sheng shouted angrily, looking murderous: "Go on the road!"

Buzz!

The sword light will appear, and Chen Sheng is like the god of death waving a sickle, full of resentment.

"You're looking for death!"

The old monk shouted angrily, flashed and landed in front of Chen Sheng!

He raised his left hand slightly, and his right hand was like a sharp claw, capturing Chen Sheng's chest.

With this blow, he was confident that he could destroy Chen Sheng on the spot! He made him completely lose his combat power!

Want to make up for the last blow in my face? Dreaming!

Just in the midst of this flash, Chen Sheng, who should have dived into the middle-aged monk, jumped up, raising his blade high, shining a dazzling cold light!

The knife in his hand had already planned to reverse the track and stabbed it straight into the old monk's lower abdomen!

The old monk's expression changed drastically, and his sharp claws tugged and waved them on Chen Sheng's face.

In an instant, Chen Sheng's face was bloody and bloody, hideous and terrifying.

The knife that pierced into the old monk's body was forcibly pulled out less than three centimeters deep.

But even so, the old monk was out of control and furious.

The face, which was originally very talented, was full of twists.

“I’m not only going to enter the door.”
To be continued...
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