Chapter 415 After Killing People, Go up the Mountain

After drawing the sword, the only thing to do is to kill.

At the signal of the middle-aged monk, several Qingshui Mountain monks have surrounded him silently. They joined forces, not to say that they have the confidence to kill Chen Chao, but at this point, what else can they do?

Could it be that the young man in black in front of him would just surrender.

Chen Chao had no expression on his face. After meeting a monk, he slashed down with the broken sword in his hand. The majestic sword light directly cut the man's body in the middle in an instant. With just one move, the Qingshui Mountain monk was dead.

The remaining few people were suddenly shocked. Obviously, they did not expect that the young warrior in front of them was so powerful. Facing the siege of several of them, he could kill with one sword.

But before they could react, Chen Chao had already arrived in front of them. When he slashed at a Qingshui Mountain monk with a sword, the fist of the young man in black had already fallen and hit one of them in the chest.

With a loud bang, the monk who was hit in the chest flew backwards, deader than dead.

At the same time, the monk from Qingshui Mountain who had slashed with a knife fell to the ground.

At this moment, Chen Chao, who had made two knives and one punch, had just killed three people.

The middle-aged monk was furious and said, "A bunch of trash, get out of the way!"

He was not a fool. In an instant, he had seen that the disciples he brought with him could hardly cause any trouble to Chen Chao. Now that he did not take action, it was impossible. But would things really go as he wished?

Obviously not.

Tonight, Chen Chao had an idea that he did not tell anyone, that is, to destroy Qingshui Mountain.

Unlike the destruction of Chongming Sect that year, this time, he would use the knife in his hand to kill all the monks from Qingshui Mountain!

As for why?

There was no reason to say.

The middle-aged monk flashed from the second floor to Chen Chao, but before he approached the young warrior, he saw that several monks from Qingshui Mountain he brought with him had died tragically again. ♦♦🆂🅷🆄🆇.🅲♦🅼

This made the middle-aged monk even more furious, and he immediately circulated his Qi and struck Chen Chao with a palm.

He thought that after his palm strike, Chen Chao would dodge it no matter what he said, but he didn't expect that Chen Chao didn't dodge or evade, and after taking the palm strike, he moved along with the situation and directly killed several scattered monks.

For a while, there were less than ten Qingshui Mountain monks who could still stand in the entire Qingshui Pavilion.

Seeing the crazy young warrior attack like this, the monks' scalps tingled, but at this moment no one dared to escape. After all, the Qingshui Mountain Mountain Rules said that if the elders of the same sect fought against the enemy, and they ran away without fighting, they would also die.

But at this moment, they were

very much hoping that the uncle could entangle Chen Chao, or at least delay for a while, so that they could catch their breath, right?

Things went against his will. The middle-aged monk's second attack was more furious. The palm that circulated the Qi was powerful enough to reach the peak of the Bitter Sea Realm. But even so, when he hit Chen Chao with a palm, Chen Chao was still slashing at other monks.

That palm was printed on Chen Chao's back again. The middle-aged monk did not see Chen Chao flying backwards as expected. His palm seemed to fall on a piece of fine steel. Not only did he not knock Chen Chao out, but he also made his palm hurt.

He was horrified. He had heard that the body of the warrior was the best in the world before, but he didn't take it seriously. He just thought it was a gimmick that the warrior living in the mud found for himself. He hadn't fought with pure warriors in these years. Now this was the first time, and he was shocked. How could this be the so-called best in the world? I'm afraid that the hardness of the body of the young warrior in front of him can be comparable to that of ordinary magic weapons?

Just when the middle-aged monk lost consciousness, several more monks died under Chen Chao's sword.

Now in this Qingshui Pavilion, the monks of Qingshui Mountain who are still lucky enough to be alive look at the young warrior in front of them with only fear in their eyes. They even think that the young warrior in front of them is not a human at all, but a killing god from hell.

Just after Chen Chao killed the last monk with a knife, he turned around and forced the middle-aged monk back with a knife.

After forcing the middle-aged monk back to the second floor, Chen Chao rubbed his chest with his hand, looked at the middle-aged monk, and asked, "Are you so anxious to die?"

The middle-aged monk, whose realm has long been in the bitter sea realm, changed his face slightly. He thought that this time he got the order from the mountain master to go down the mountain and bring so many disciples. He could kill Chen Chao no matter what, but at this moment, he realized that he was afraid that only the mountain master could subdue the young warrior in front of him.

"There may be other reasons for the matter between you and me in Qingshui Mountain. Why don't you follow me to the mountain to meet the mountain master? There may be room for maneuver. If we really continue to fight, I'm afraid there will be no room for maneuver."

Although the middle-aged monk's face was still ugly, his tone was different from before. He was not as arrogant and condescending as before.

Chen Chao had no expression on his face, "I will go to that mountain."

After saying this, Chen Chao walked towards the middle-aged monk.

Half a minute later, a head was thrown out by Chen Chao casually, and it rolled down the stairs on the second floor. It rolled in the hall for a long time before slowly stopping.

Chen Chao did not look at the corpses on the ground, but calmly walked out of the Qingshui Pavilion with a knife.

But as he walked out of the Qingshui Pavilion, several pillars of the entire Qingshui Pavilion suddenly broke from the middle, and the entire Qingshui Pavilion collapsed in an instant.

The huge collapse sound quickly alarmed countless people and monks in Qingshui County.

The nearby monks stood up in a hurry and looked in front of their windows. Only then did they realize that in the rainy night, the tallest building in the city and the most important building, Qingshui Pavilion, had been reduced to ruins.

When everyone was horrified, they saw only a figure holding a knife and walking slowly in the city.

The heavy downpour had already wet his clothes, and the blood originally stained on the broken knife was now washed away by the rain, making the blade shine again. The coldness emanating from the blade made people shudder.

The owner of the shop not far away from Qingshui Pavilion watched Chen Chao disappear at the end of the long street after Chen Chao passed by his shop. Only then did he dare to stick his head out of the window and take a look at Qingshui not far away. Looking at the ruins of the pavilion, he glanced at the back of the young warrior who was destined to be invisible, and then murmured, "What kind of lunatic did Qingshui Mountain mess with?"

Recalling that the young man came to his shop to ask about Ge Ming's news, the shop owner immediately clasped his hands together and murmured, "When gods fight, don't bring disaster to Chiyu."

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The owner of the study also heard the loud noise amid the rain. He stuck his head out and saw that the normally majestic Qingshui Pavilion was now in ruins. However, not long after, he saw Chen Chao Walking past his study.

The shop owner frowned and reminded, "It's OK to kill people, but you can't sow your inner demons!"

Chen Chao nodded slowly and said nothing, just passing by the study.

The shop owner sighed and turned to look at the little girl's body, which he had covered with a white cloth. He hesitated, "Is it really just a chance encounter?"

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It was also pouring heavily tonight in Qingshui Mountain. In the main hall at the top of the mountain, a purple-robed Taoist with white hair but still a young face was sitting in front of the statue of the ancestor of the Taoist sect in the main hall. Suddenly, a strong wind passed by outside the door. , blowing the candles in the row in front of the statue swaying.

The purple-robed Taoist opened his eyes and suddenly felt a little irritable. He stood up and came to the door of the hall and asked casually, "Is Du Qing back?"

The two monks guarding the door of the hall looked at each other, and one of them whispered, "Report to the Master of the Mountain, Master Du has not come back yet."

Taoist Zipao is naturally the mountain master of Qingshui Mountain. Master Tianyi is also the strongest person in Qingshui Mountain and even within hundreds of miles.

Tianyi's face was expressionless, "What a waste."

Hearing the mountain master's anger, the two monks immediately knelt down and said in unison, "Mountain Master, calm down."

In fact, Qingshui Mountain is very different from those monk sects on the mountain. Rather than saying that this mountain master is their ancestor of Qingshui Mountain, it is better to say that this mountain master is the master of Qingshui Mountain. In his eyes, this mountain monk is not If you have any opinions about disciples and disciples, you should just treat them as ordinary lackeys.

Master Tianyi said indifferently, "The same goes for Ge Ming, a loser. He was obviously refining a high-grade medicinal fruit, but he didn't return to the mountain. He should die."

Although Master Tianyi said this, in fact they all knew that if Brother Ge really brought his medicinal fruit up the mountain, he might even be directly snatched away by Master Tianyi in front of him. This is not the first time that this has happened. There is a precedent, and the current Tianyi Zhenren has been trapped in the other side for many years. Over the years, he has been anxious and constantly looking for medicine, hoping to break through this realm and enter the realm of forgetfulness.

There is a thin line between the other shore and Wangyou. In fact, what separates them is the world of difference.

The monks in the mountain are actually happy to see this happen. After all, if their mountain master is stronger, they will have more confidence outside. After all, what they do is inherently harmful. If there is not a powerful monk behind them to support them, then they will have to do it every day. It was also very scary.

But no one would be willing to give the medicine and fruit they had worked so hard to find to the mountain owner.

"It's just that although he deserves to die, if outsiders dare to kill him, he doesn't take me seriously."

Master Tianyi looked at the downpour with an expressionless face and uttered a few words, "What a thief."

The Taoist monks have always respected Heaven and Earth, and I am afraid that it is impossible to say such a thing. But for Master Tianyi, he is an abandoned disciple of the Taoist sect. He thinks that heaven and earth are nothing special, otherwise he would not be able to walk away with swords. Pi Feng followed a practice method of using elixirs and boys and girls to refine medicinal fruits, and finally created this Qingshui Mountain.

Just as Master Tianyi said these words, a monk ran towards this direction through the rain curtain. After arriving at the door of the main hall, he knelt down with a plop.

Then the monk trembled a little and said, "Mountain Master, someone is breaking into the mountain!"

Master Tianyi had no expression on his face and said indifferently, "How many people?"

The monk quickly replied, "There is just a young martial artist holding a sword. He should be the one who killed senior brother Ge Ming."

Master Tianyi's expression did not change, and he even laughed, "It's interesting to go up the mountain to seek death."