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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of the Dragon Chapter 568: Massacre

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    Chapter 568 Massacre

    He stared at the jade pendant closely, murmuring to himself, his pale face flushed, the more he looked at it, the more excited he became, his spirit was high, and the previous fatigue was gone.

    Looking again, he put away the jade pendant and carefully placed it on his heart. Waves of cool breath gurgled in, entering through the pores and hovering around his heart.

    This jade pendant is known as the natal jade pendant. It has a wonderful effect of calming the mind at ordinary times. It is extremely efficient in meditating and practicing martial arts, far better than ordinary martial arts people.

    "If people in the martial arts know about it, they will definitely fight for it. With such a jade pendant, two days of practicing is worth three days for others. It will get twice the result with half the effort. It will be more coveted than a panacea."

    This is just the most basic function of the jade pendant. Its cold breath always protects the heart. Even if it is poisoned, there is no fear of life. This breath will block the invasion of toxins and can ward off hundreds of poisons.

    This is not the most important thing. At critical moments, you can crush it and ask for help. This is the main function of the jade pendant, which is equivalent to a life-saving tool.

    He carefully put it away and placed it close to his heart. He looked around, curled his lips slightly with a sneer, closed his eyes and formed a seal with his hands.

    After a while, there was no wind around him, the leaves rustled, and the dead grass under the tree was rolled up and swirling, like a horn wind.

    The wind was not strong, but it was continuous. The withered grass kept spinning in the air and did not fall to the ground for a long time.

    The torn green shirt clung to his body, revealing his toned figure. He looked thin, but his muscles were bulging, like a leopard.

    The purple sword spike fluttered and was lifted upwards, as if there was a suction force.

    His breathing was vague, as if it had been cut off, his chest was motionless, and his pale face gradually turned red, as if he was applying rouge layer by layer, and each layer of rouge made the redness deeper.

    After a while, his face was red and full of energy, and he was completely different from the pale and haggard man before.

    He suddenly opened his eyes, and two electric lights burst out, illuminating the forest.

    "Haha" He let out a long laugh and formed hand seals with his hands. A shadow of his fingers instantly formed on his chest. In the blink of an eye, he formed more than a dozen hand seals.

    ??The laughter spread like a tide, the forest shook, and the birds flew up one after another, chirping non-stop, as if protesting that his laughter disturbed their tranquility.

    The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and his laughter also subsided.

    "Zheng" There was a clear chant, the long sword was unsheathed, and a cold light lit up. The surrounding area suddenly dropped a few degrees, and it was very cool.

    "Ding" He flicked his fingers, and the clear and exciting sound of the sword went straight into the sky. He slowly floated up, stretched out his legs and stood, looking up to the sky among the trees and laughing loudly: "You bastards named Gu, your grandfather is here  Here, come on!"

    The sound of footsteps came, and in the blink of an eye, a group of people came around, surrounding the tree from all directions, making it airtight.

    He stood on a tree branch and looked down from a high position. There were about 400 people surrounding him. The surrounding area was filled with water. There were nearly a hundred people standing on the surrounding trees.

    Five hundred people stood still, motionless, all with cold eyes, staring at him coldly. Some of them held knives, swords, or other weapons in their hands, and there was a cold air in the dark woods.

    They didn¡¯t say anything, they just surrounded him tightly and stared at him eerily.

    Standing first was an old man, about fifty or sixty years old, with gray hair, hale and hearty, a hooked nose, and eyes like a falcon, looking coldly at the handsome young man.

    There was a long sword on his waist, with a dark blue scabbard that blended into the color of his clothes. He looked up at the handsome young man and narrowed his eyes slightly.

    The handsome young man laughed loudly: "Haha, Mr. Gu, your disciples and disciples are just pustules, why are you bringing them to death?!"

    "Hu, you can't run away this time. Just keep your hands tied and I'll spare your life!" The old man surnamed Gu put his hands behind his hands and said calmly and calmly.

    "Haha, you can't fool a three-year-old with your words." The handsome young man laughed, shook his head and said, "Okay, stop talking nonsense, let's see the real deal!"

    After saying that, he jumped lightly and fell down like a feather, without any weight or dust.

    The old man named Gu looked solemn and waved his hand.

    ??????????????????????????????They all took a step forward together, as if they were one body, with an momentum like a mountain, dignified and solemn, with the potential to subdue others without fighting.

    People from all directions stepped forward at the same time, squeezing into the middle, like walls moving on all sides. The cold light emitted by the weapons was so dense that it made people despair.

    The handsome young man looked around, smiled nonchalantly, held up his long sword, shook his head and said: "Old man Gu, you also know that siege is of no use to me."

    The old man named Gu said coldly: "You'll know after you try it!"

      Having said that, he waved his hands again, and everyone immediately took another step forward. At this time, everyone was squeezing the space between each other. People were next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, and there was no space around their bodies.

    In this way, a real human shield is formed. Even if one has superb qinggong, it is difficult to pass through the crowd.

    The handsome young man laughed and shook his head: "Haha, such a scoundrel can think of such a trick. As expected of Old Man Gu, he has no shame!"

    The old man named Gu said coldly: "If I kill you, I will lose my face."

    He waved his hand fiercely and shouted in a deep voice: "Kill¡ª¡ª!"

    ¡°Kill¡ª¡ª!¡± The angry shouts immediately rang out, resounding through the woods and reaching into the sky.

    More than a hundred people jumped up from the trees, like eagles snatching rabbits, passing through the crowd, swooping down towards the handsome young man among them, their sword light drew out a series of swords, and focused on him.

    The handsome young man laughed again, without any fear, flicked his sword with one finger, and the silver light suddenly surged, completely covering him, like a falling sun.

    More than a hundred people swooped down, in front and behind. The dozen or so people in the lead were suddenly engulfed by the silver light, and then there was a crisp "ding-ding-ding-ding" sound, like jade beads rolling on a jade plate.

    "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The ground shook, and more than a dozen people flew out of the silver light, and fell at the feet of the old man named Gu.

    He lowered his head to look around, and his face suddenly turned pale. The fifteen elite disciples on the ground had all been stabbed in the throat and died.

    "These fifteen disciples are the best among the best, outstanding men who he relies on as his arms. They treat them like their own children on weekdays, but to his surprise, they didn't catch a single move.

    His heart ached, the corners of his eyes twitched, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes seemed to burst out of fire.

    Clear laughter came from the silver light: "Mr. Gu, I have always been merciful and didn't want to kill people, but you didn't know what to do. Now you are forcing me to kill!"

    The old man surnamed Gu gritted his teeth, and the words burst out from his teeth like ice beads: "Hu, you will be cut into thousands of pieces, your bones will be crushed and ashes will be spread, and you will never be reincarnated!"

    "Haha, it depends on whether you have that ability!" The handsome young man laughed, and the silver light rose again and became bigger, swallowing more than twenty people.

    Although more than a hundred of them rushed over, the space was limited and it was impossible for everyone to come up together. There were three floors inside and three outside, and more than 20 people started working together. It was already a tacit understanding of cooperation, advancing and retreating, both inside and outside.  Staggered, endless rotation, a typical wheel battle.

    "The handsome young man's sword shines like a ray of light, forming a silver glow that cuts off the eyes of the outside world. No one knows what's going on inside, and it's full of mystery.

    "Bang bang bang bang" The ground shook again, and more than twenty people flew out. They were all hit by swords in the throat and died.

    The old man¡¯s face was livid, and there were faint veins on his forehead. He shouted angrily: ¡°Go ahead and kill him!¡±

    ??????????????????????????????????Everyone agreed with a bang, slowly moved forward, and stepped in step by step.

    The four human walls gradually surrounded it, and the middle became smaller and smaller.

    "Bang bang bang bang" The ground shook, and more than twenty people flew out, blocking everyone's footsteps, and they stopped for a moment.

    "Go forward, kill¡ª¡ª!" the old man named Gu roared, and everyone ignored the people under their feet and stepped over them.

    At this time, there were still more than 60 people in the field, surrounded by two layers. When they saw the crowd approaching, they quickly retreated, fell into the crowd, and merged into the formation.

    The silver light converged, revealing the figure of a handsome young man. His face was pale, his long sword was leaning on the ground, he was looking at the crowd indifferently, his lips were pursed tightly, and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

    The crowd kept on pushing forward. The people walking in front were not afraid of death, their swords were dancing, and their feet moved unhurriedly.

    "Seeking death!" The handsome young man spat out two words, and suddenly the silver light skyrocketed, the blood mist filled the air, and the screams could be heard endlessly, as if they were cutting wheat, and the people in front fell one by one.
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