Hundreds of Vajra disciples watched helplessly as Hada lay twitching like a limp dead dog on the ground, their expressions full of disbelief. That was Hada, the second most powerful person in the sect, second only to the sect leader in strength.
When will this strong man like an iron tower show such a 'weak' side? In the past, he was the one bullying his opponents, but now it has suddenly reversed, and everyone is a little uncomfortable with it.
The onlookers were at a loss whether it was psychologically or physically, because the body shapes of the two were so different. Who could have imagined that the frail-looking man in black had such terrifying power hidden in his body.
The 'God of War' Hada couldn't complete ten moves in his hands. You must know that this is something that even the master of the Vajra Sect cannot do. Looking at the young man who slowly turned around and showed a smiling face, everyone couldn't help but feel tight in their hearts, and a chill came to the end.
The vertebrae shot straight through the sky. It was a sunny day but it was like falling into an ice cave.
The fantasy finally fell into reality. It turned out that the young man in black was really not joking. He really wanted to slaughter the entire Vajra Gate. Although it was a bit dreamy, Hada, who was paralyzed on the ground and twitching in front of them, kept reminding them,
All of this is true.
"I won't say it a second time. Count to ten. If you want to leave, you can leave. If you don't leave, you can stay here forever."
Sitting down on Hada, Dongzhang took out the wine bottle from his waist, unscrewed the lid and drank by himself under the scorching sun.
When the hundred Vajra disciples heard this, they looked at me and I looked at you. For a moment, no one could decide to pay attention. In the end, they could only look at Hada who was paralyzed on the ground.
At this time, hundreds of bones in Hada's body were smashed by Dongzhang, except for his head. Therefore, he could speak at this time, but he was troubled by the pain and could not speak for the time being except for wailing.
At this time, he also saw clearly the situation at the scene, so he endured the pain and growled: "Go and invite the master!
"
"hehe"
Dongzhang, who was sitting on him, didn't stop him from speaking. He grinned and continued to enjoy the wine.
In fact, there is no need for Hada to tell him. The disciples who had the dexterity to report the situation to the leader of the Vajra Sect have long been on their way here.
"Okay, the tenth day has arrived, it's time for you to hit the road."
He covered the wine bottle again and hung it on his waist. He stood up from Hada's body. First he put his hand in front of his forehead and looked up at the bright sun above his head. He then looked around at everyone and smiled slightly. He slowly pulled out the long sword behind his waist with his right hand.
, said: "Everyone, I'm going to start killing people."
Everyone's eyebrows jumped when they heard the sound. They looked at the rusty iron sword and felt inexplicably frightened. Then they saw Dongzhang slowly walking towards everyone.
"Everyone, come together! No matter how strong he is, he is just one person! Why are there so many of us afraid of him?!"
In the tense atmosphere, someone suddenly had the courage to shout. With his voice, everyone's fear was dissipated. After all, people are still followers. As long as someone takes the lead, there will be people who follow blindly.
.
Suddenly, no less than fifty strong men rushed towards Dongzhang.
But the next second, Dong Zhang's figure disappeared from the spot.
"Where's the man?! Where has he gone!?"
The loss of the goal made everyone's heartstrings tense, and they almost broke their defenses, and their emotions couldn't help but become irritable, which meant that everyone fell into a state of incompetence and rage.
"One, ten"
Soon, the lazy voice sounded again, and as soon as the last note ended, many people fell to the ground after being hit by swords. Wails and desperate screams merged into a deadly waltz in this huge martial arts arena.
Every number that sounded in Dongzhang's mouth meant that the same number of people died. It was not just a cold number, but a series of fresh lives passing away.
No one could be seen, but voices could be heard, and familiar companions fell down one by one with swords beside them. This strange scene made the Vajra disciples who were already on the verge of collapse no longer able to persist in their inner beliefs, and crawled with fear.
On their faces.
One person started running down the mountain like crazy. It started with him, two people, three people, and gradually everyone started running down the mountain.
"Evil ghost! He is an evil ghost!
"
Everyone was running and screaming, their psychological defenses collapsed, like lunatics who had lost their minds. A disciple running at the front looked at the approaching mountain gate with a pale smile on his face.
"It's quick, it's quick, just cross that door"
The mountain gate that usually comes in and out frequently seems to be the gate to the past life, miraculously bringing him hope of life.
puff!
A black shadow flashed in front of him like a ghost. The smile on the disciple's face was still hanging on his face, but the scenery in front of him gradually turned into a lake. The blood gushing out of his throat like a burst embankment made the temperature in his body gradually increase.
Loss.
"I said, I gave you ten numbers to escape for your life, but you don't cherish it?"
The last thing the disciple saw when he fell was a harmless young man with a smiling face.
“Ahhhhh!
"
When the Vajra disciples who came one after another saw the death of the person at the front, they could no longer hold back and roared in despair. At this time, less than thirty of them were still standing.
Dongzhang stood by the main entrance of the martial arts arena, looking at the Vajra disciples who kept retreating and smiling indifferently. Then he looked back and shook off the blood stains on the iron sword. He found that the blood stains could not be completely shaken off, and there were still residues on the blade.
Many scarlet blood stains.
Seeing this, he couldn't help but said to himself: "That's right, you are not a magic weapon, it is just the most common iron sword. You can kill people without blood, so I won't embarrass you too much."
After saying that, he picked up the iron sword and walked back to the venue. Everyone was now frightened by this young man with a sunny smile. They didn't dare to gossip with him anymore like when they first met. Now they just wanted to leave and survive.
"stop!
"
Just as everyone kept retreating and retreated to Hada's side, a deep voice passed through the martial arts field and reached Dongzhang's ears.
A well-dressed man galloped up to the roof of the eaves. The clothes that clung to his body showed that he was also a master of horizontal training, but he was not as outgoing as Hada, and looked much more restrained.
This man was about forty years old, with a Chinese-style face, and a beard, but not much. The clothes he wore were not Mongolian clothes, but Han Chinese styles. He had an expression of calm and self-respect, and there were two disciples standing behind him.
, I think he is the master of the Vajra Sect.
This man just looked at the martial arts arena full of dead and injured disciples, and a surge of rage filled his majestic face. He leaped high and jumped off the beam, crushing the green bricks on the ground with a loud bang.
There was no wind in the hair on his head, and he roared angrily: "Be presumptuous!
"
Accompanied by his roar, an invisible shock wave passed through the martial arts arena and blew up Dong Zhang's hair. The latter bid farewell to the ponytail on the back of his head and remained unmoved. His listless eyes finally lit up.
"Hey, are you the master of the Vajra Gate?"
The strong man stared at Dongzhang angrily and ignored him. Instead, he came to Hada's side first and took out a black plaster from his arms.
Seeing this medicine, Dong Zhang looked even more excited: "Black Jade Intermittent Cream"