Murayama hesitated for a moment and saw that Adam was already holding two daggers. Murayama suddenly took out a mirror from his body.
If Chen Bei had seen it, he would have been able to bear it. He had taken out such a mirror from the two Japanese wastes before, but this part of the village was a whole circle larger than that mirror.
The three people surrounded Chen Bei. After all, Chen Bei was not used to the stick in his hand, and he had never been exposed to stick techniques.
If it weren't for the fact that he could train himself, Chen Bei would have put away his stick and fought with them physically.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the great master of China had already set up a siege formation. The three of them stood in three directions to guard against Chen Bei's escape route.
At this time, Murayama suddenly bit his finger, and a blood line suddenly appeared on his middle finger.
He didn't know what magic formula he was chanting in his mouth, but he saw the blood line running into the mirror as if it was guided by something.
Then he saw that the mirror that originally reflected the current scene suddenly turned blood red, and the blood in it started to bubble like a gurgling blood pool.
The old lord was closest to Murayama and could see it most clearly, and he seemed particularly disdainful of Murayama's tricks.
"As expected, he is a piece of trash from the Japanese country. He uses unseemly methods."
Murayama seemed to be aware of the old Lord's gaze, and then he straightened his pale face and smiled strangely at the old Lord: "It's all the blood of you Chinese people."
The old Lord's face was calm, and the internal energy in his body was running. He waved a palm in the air without hesitation, and rushed towards Murayama.
"die!"
Whether Chen Bei will die or not will be discussed later. These damn Japanese people are dead today!
With a bang, the old Lord's slap hit Curayama. Curayama refused to dodge and received the old Lord's slap alive.
His face, which had lost too much blood, was hit by this palm and the blood flowed wildly. Some of the blood color briefly recovered, but a small mouthful of blood did spurt out from the corner of his mouth.
But Murayama couldn't bear it, so he stuck out his tongue and licked back the blood from his mouth.
"Die!"
The old lord had lived for such a long time, so he thought he had seen a lot and was used to seeing perverts, but he was still disgusted by the Japanese man in front of him.
But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.
The mirror that had been connected to Murayama by the blood line emitted a frightening blood-red light, shrouding Murayama who had become extremely weak due to excessive blood loss.
The old Lord's heart suddenly suddenly felt bad, and he hit the mirror with several palms without hesitation and without leaving any room.
But given the cultivation level of the old lord and grand master, these consecutive palm strikes containing endless palm power did not create any ripples when they fell in the red light.
On the contrary, it made the blood red boil even more.
In a daze, he saw several red palm prints suddenly flying out from the blood. The old Lord was suddenly startled and immediately formed a seal with his hands.
The palm prints became extremely familiar to the old Lord. When they hit him, the old Lord became even more convinced that these palms were the ones he had just struck.
It was returned intact.
The old Lord was shocked. The mark he had made in front of his hand had been shattered by his own attack.
The old lord had no time to resist the last move, and was actually knocked away by a palm.
Wu Zi spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"Lord!"
A family head next to him couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw that the old lord was suddenly injured.
Chen Bei was also attracted by this sound, and started chasing Alex with a stick and beating him fiercely.
Chen Bei looked towards Chao Chao in confusion, and was shocked when he saw the old Lord adjusting his breath and the red light. Is this an internal strife?
Chen Bei didn't want to think too much, Alex had already bit him again.
Chen Bei swung the stick at him several times with some disgust, just like beating a dog. The dog-beating stick contained the power of thunder. He hit Alex with each stick, and Alex groaned several times. sound, but still only Chen Bei's throat can be seen.
It was as if he would not stop until a piece of meat was torn from Chen Bei's throat.
"Are you so annoyed?"
"I didn't plan to kill you originally."
Chen Bei's eyes turned cold, and he finally lost his good temper. The Dantian in his body was moving, his spiritual power was arousing, and the thunder seed in his body was also spinning rapidly at this time, as if it was trying to mix with the clothes on Chen Bei's body. There is also a close connection with the fire stick.
"Come again!"
None of the people who realized the sudden change in Chen Bei's aura dared to step forward rashly, especially Zhang Qilong, who shrank to the corner for fear that Chen Bei would find him.
Alex turned into a beast after all. Although it affected his IQ, he also inherited the beast's ability to perceive danger.
No matter how much hatred he felt in his heart, his body instinctively retreated, not daring to test Chen Bei's patience at this time.
"Don't you dare to go up?"
Chen Bei looked at Adam. He had beaten him several times before. He had thought it was just ordinary, but he had endured it hard and seemed to be fine.
Only then did Chen Bei realize that this ordinary Nordic man was the most difficult to deal with among these people.
"Then, it's my turn!"
Thunder light flashed in Chen Bei's eyes. Chen Bei raised his speed to the extreme and appeared behind Zhang Qilong like lightning.
Chen Bei had tolerated this rat in the gutter who only knew how to sneak attack for a long time.
Under the strong pressure, Zhang Qilong didn't even have the strength to resist, and Chen Bei directly pinched his back.
"Monkeys from the Yue Kingdom are born white-eyed wolves." Chen Bei hit Zhang Qilong's spine with a stick without mercy. If the stick was solid, Zhang Qilong would have to lie down if he could still be alive in this life. Living in bed.
At this moment, the shadow of death hung over Zhang Qilong's head.
The thin man felt that the hairs all over his body were standing on end, and he couldn't help but mobilize his inner strength to use the Gang Qi shield all over his body to cover himself.
But under Chen Bei's control, and Chen Bei really had murderous intentions for this little thing, how could he escape so easily.
"Die."
Chen Bei's emotionless voice came. The expected sound of the stick breaking the Gang Qi shield behind him did not appear. Instead, there was a crisp click, and huge force came from Chen Bei's hand.
Zhang Qilong just wanted to shout, but the severe pain from the broken spine had already made him lose his voice. He was whimpering and could not make any sound at all.
"Idiot." Chen Bei broke Zhang Qilong's spine with one hand and threw him to the ground like garbage: "The spine we supported you back then, I will personally break it in the future."
