Reborn Tianlong: I practice martial arts for immortality

As soon as Jiang Weichen said this, the crowd became furious. Some people cursed him, and some people came towards him.

Jiang Weichen saw a dozen people performing light skills, using the wall for leverage, and then climbing up by grabbing the eaves with both hands.

Some of them didn't hold on tightly and fell down.

Jiang Weichen almost laughed out loud. The real masters were watching.

These ants that can't even get onto the roof were the first to lose patience.

Who gave them the confidence? They couldn't see their own strength, so they were just crazy trying to show off.

Chapter 228 Killing (I)

Seven people climbed onto the roof, three of them held swords, two held knives, one held a whip, and one held an iron rod.

The leader was a white-haired old man, holding a sword and shouting, "Devil, you killed my son, today I will make you pay for his life."

After saying that, he took the lead and attacked Jiang Weichen on the roof above with his sword.

Jiang Weichen had killed many people and was not interested in asking who his son was.

Judging from the old man's aura, he must have achieved perfection later in life. If he wanted to die, he would help him.

Xuan Nan and others in the crowd watched coldly. They knew clearly that the seven people were no match for Jiang Weichen, but they did not remind them and wanted to use them to consume Jiang Weichen's true energy.

Some people in the crowd who knew each other exclaimed, "It's Master Deng Guanyun, the Flowing Cloud Sword, and the father of Deng Chuan, one of the Four Northern Swordsmen."

"Deng Chuan is dead? Deng Chuan is a congenital one?"

"The acquired father avenges the innate son?"

"what……"

The people nearby heard the screams and turned around to look, only to see Deng Guanyun's head rolling down the sloping roof.

Jiang Weichen did not dodge or evade, and with a quick move of the knife, he cut off Deng Guanyun's head when he approached him.

The other six people suddenly stopped moving forward, and the one who rushed the fastest was also the strongest among the seven of them.

I didn't expect that his head would be cut off so easily.

At this time, the six of them calmed down, turned to look at the others who were indifferent below, and immediately cursed themselves for being stupid.

Not only their relatives were killed, but they were the only ones who did it.

Jiang Weichen watched them stop and immediately stopped hesitating. He performed Lingbo Weibu and his figure left a trail of afterimages.

The Immortal-Slaying Sword in his hand kept coming out, and the six people were beheaded before they could even see Jiang Weichen's figure.

The head rolled off the roof and rolled in front of everyone.

A few people looked normal, but most people's realm was similar to that of the seven people.

Jiang Weichen killed seven people so easily, so it would be easy for him to kill many of them.

Many people subconsciously took a few steps back. Xuan Nan knew that this couldn't go on, so he whispered to his junior brother Xuan Bei, "Junior brother, you take the lead and lead everyone to attack."

He was the one with the highest realm among those present, but he felt inexplicably nervous and could not go up directly.

He planned to use everyone to consume Jiang Weichen's true energy and wear down his fighting spirit.

Xuan Bei nodded, then stood in front and said loudly: "The demon is cruel, we don't need to talk about the code of conduct, let's attack together."

Xuan Bei used his lightness skills to directly reach the roof.

kill! !

When the crowd below saw the Shaolin monks taking the lead, they immediately gained courage.

Dozens of people used their lightness skills to reach the roof in an instant, and more people continued to follow them.

Jiang Weichen's eyes were cold and he looked at the crowd rushing over with murderous intent.

These people's realm is too low, and it is not worth it for him to use the method of sword energy that consumes true energy.

Jiang Weichen flashed and chose close combat. He moved through the crowd like a ghost, the Immortal-Slaying Sword in his hand flashing with cold light.

The sword technique is simple and concise, combined with the Lingbo Weibu, each quick sword move is delivered from various tricky angles.

Every time the blade passed, it brought out a string of blood.

Every time it passes through, it is either the main meridian, various vital points, or the flaws of its moves.

People kept rolling down from the roof, some lay on the ground wailing, and some simply died.

The bloody scene made some people feel timid and they became hesitant to attack.

But more people are blinded by anger and hatred.

"Husband! Devil, you killed my husband, and I will never stop fighting you."

A woman in her forties wielded a whip and whipped everyone without distinguishing friend from foe.

Jiang Weichen walked forward, cut the neck of the person in front of him, and then went to the next person.

Jiang Weichen left his position in an instant, and the woman's long whip immediately hit a middle-aged man's face, leaving a blood mark.

The middle-aged man was instantly awakened by this slap. Looking at Jiang Weichen who left an afterimage in the crowd, he felt a chill in his heart. He did not blame the woman and chose to quietly retreat from the roof.

"Amitabha, benefactor, please don't stop."

Xuan Bei chanted the Buddha's name, but the Buddhist pestle in his hand showed no mercy. He hit the afterimage with the powerful and heavy Vajra pestle.

The roof beam was instantly broken in two by the blow, and the roof of the hall began to collapse.

Some people who were not good at light work fell directly down and were hit by the falling tiles, leaving them with bruises on their faces.

When Xuan Bei saw this, a bitter look appeared on his face, and he was puzzled. What kind of light skill was this?

The roof was narrow, the crowd was dense, and the attack couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes?

After he came up, he only exchanged one move with Jiang Weichen, and Jiang Weichen began to avoid him and continued to kill other people.

After that, Xuan Bei's attacks did not hit Jiang Weichen at all, but instead collapsed the roof.

Jiang Weichen was extremely fast, but the Immortal-Slaying Sword in his hand was like the scythe of the god of death, constantly reaping lives.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of people fell in a pool of blood. Many people died instantly, and those who were still alive were all seriously injured.

As the killings increased, the murderous intent in Jiang Weichen's heart not only did not decrease, but became stronger and stronger.

The sword spirit in his mind was spinning rapidly, and the blood energy around it was getting thicker and thicker.

Every time the Immortal-Slaying Sword in his hand killed someone, it seemed to emit a joyful vibration.

The hall collapsed completely, and Jiang Weichen stood on the ruins of the wall.

The besieging crowd also fell around, and the offensive momentum was temporarily halted.

"Ah, he's been possessed by a demon. He's the demon, and the sword has also become a demon sword."

A scream was heard, and everyone looked at Jiang Weichen standing there covered in blood, with the long sword in his hand pointing diagonally at the ground.

But there was no blood on the knife, and the bloodstains on it actually slowly disappeared.

"The devil's sword, a real devil's sword, that sword sucks human blood!"

The crowd around was frightened by this scene and took a few steps back.

Xuan Nan looked at Jiang Weichen and the knife in his hand with a serious expression, wondering what was going on.

Is it possible that there really is a real devil in this world?

Looking back at all the classics I have read, there is no record of a knife that can suck blood.

All records about demons are simply because they were defined as demons because of the unscrupulous things they did.

Ding Chunqiu, who was on the roof next to him, was also staring at the knife in Jiang Weichen's hand with a look of surprise and doubt.

Jiang Weichen looked down at the Immortal-Slaying Sword in his hand, which was sucking blood again.

As if it felt its master's gaze, the Immortal-Slaying Sword actually trembled.

Although it was very subtle, it was still discovered by Jiang Weichen.

Jiang Weichen looked at the knife in his hand and smiled: "Since you like to suck blood, then this time I will let you suck as much as you want!"

Although Jiang Weichen's voice was low, it was still heard by the people around him.

"That knife really can suck blood. Demon Jiang said it himself. I heard it."

"A true demon is about to be born in this world."

"Mystical sword, why isn't it mine? If I had this sword, how could I not take revenge?"

"..."

Xuan Nan took a few steps forward, he had to take action.

"Donor, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha right here and now. Don't you wake up?"

Chapter 229 Killing (Part )

Jiang Weichen laughed loudly when he heard Xuannan's words, "Hahaha, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away? What a ridiculous statement.

If I lay down my butcher knife, will you let me go? Will the woman whose husband died not seek revenge?

Will you, a bunch of Shaolin monks who talk about morality and justice, leave me safe?

If you put down your butcher knife, you won't become a Buddha instantly, but instead you will become a ghost, right? "

Xuan Nan's face turned pale. Calling them bald donkeys in front of thousands of people was really too much.

But Xuan Nan was good at cultivating his Qi, and he said, "Master Jiang, as long as you hand over the martial arts secrets of various sects, give up your martial arts, and return to Shaolin with me to devote yourself to worshipping Buddha, I will ensure that you are safe."

Jiang Weichen smiled and said, "That's a good plan. If I lose my martial arts, will you still care about me after you, Shaolin, squeeze out my surplus value?

Go and look at those Shaolin disciples who have no martial arts skills and see what kind of life they live every day.

Not only do they have to do the dirtiest and most tiring work, but they are also beaten, bullied, and abused.”

Xuan Nan had nothing to say, but how did Jiang Weichen know the situation of Shaolin's lower-level disciples?

Could it be that he has been to Shaolin?