Qingping had never seen the Grand Governor take action. He had only half-believed and half-doubted about the legend that the latter killed the world with one sword. But today, he believed it and completely believed that this Grand Governor was definitely a powerful man in the Taoist world! Director Liu of the MI6 Department asked this young man to serve as the Grand Governor of the MI6 Department, which must have his profound meaning. His talent for practicing Taoism is probably not comparable to that of the Grand Governor in the entire China.

Long Junchen took action, as if he had urinated naturally. A white light from the sword in the snow suddenly appeared, and the straight blade buzzed and pierced out. Compared with its speed, the raindrops from the night sky were slow and outrageous. Just as the blade stabbed the guy in front, the force suddenly came out from the sword body. Kara's sound directly slammed the chest deep, piercing through a big blood-red hole, and blood mixed with rain soared out! A dull loud bang like a blow to the heavy leather! A sudden stop howling!

On the dark and cold night, Long Junchen's move was without any reservation. He was like a gentle and elegant demon, silent and laughing, harvesting the souls of these guys without eyes. He didn't want to give these incompetent guys any chance to breathe. He succeeded with one blow, his body folded twice in the air, accelerated again, and kicked the man's chest that was pierced by a fierce knife in the snow. The guy who bravely rushed in front, didn't even have time to see Long Junchen's face clearly, was kicked out directly, becoming a kite with broken strings, flying through the air in extreme miserable state, flying through the dark path, and landing more than ten feet away!

The guys who rushed around Long Junchen were shocked by the thunder attack and stood there. Long Junchen didn't even look at these people, but just shouted at Qingping behind him, "Go and drive, I'll drive the way in front!"

As he spoke, Long Junchen did not stop moving forward in the rain. He walked with a knife with his sword in a casual manner. The rain could not wet his body at all. Every step he took, he slightly raised his blue shirt and shook his sword. When he waved, the thin blade buzzed and lit the night. White light ignited the night, like a hedgehog with sharp thorns. Anyone who dared to approach Long Junchen would be stabbed out without any aesthetic sense. The blood flowed continuously. Long Junchen's wrist shook, wrapped in raindrops and the cool breeze was blown out. The sound of breaking the wind sounded, and a figure flew up every time he stabbed out! Ten swords came out, ten people flew, and everyone flew!

?After a while, Long Junchen's body was stained with blood. However, I don't know if it was the enemy's blood or his own blood. The sword in the snow seemed to be given the power of a god, protecting Long Junchen and walking forward. Those people could not get close to Long Junchen at all.

In the blade and chest, some people flew across the tree, and the leaves fell down. These people were pinned into the tree, some vomited blood and fell down, and were buried by fallen leaves; in the blade and legs, some people slid into the night sky with somersaults, and some had their bones cracked, revealing the thick white bones like lotus root nodes; the knife swept through the rain, and the dull buzzed, and the figures kept flying out. The howling and fear resounded through the dark path that was still dead and silent. The rain fell on Long Junchen, but it would not bring any chill to the latter. On the contrary, the ambushers in black raincoats around them were hearts of the hearts of the broken heart and the chill was thrust!

?Long Junchen, who was walking along the way, knew in his heart that this should be just an appetizer, and the highlight should be still behind. The more he pretended to be relaxed and comfortable, the sooner those guys would appear. Long Junchen thought in his heart, and the movement of waving the knife was easier and casual, and it could even be described as indifferent, just like driving away night mosquitoes in summer, exercising in winter, causing heat, using wooden sticks to disturb ants when the heat is hot, and picking the fragrant plum blossoms on the side of the road when the winter is cold.

The expression on his face did not change at all, calm as usual. Qingping, who followed him step by step, could no longer remain calm. A look of shock flashed in his extremely bright eyes in the night rain. He slowly started the car and drove forward with a little trembling, his hands holding the steering wheel trembled.

Qingping looked at Long Junchen's back, looked at the great governor who was walking arrogantly in the night rain, looked at the black shadows that were howling from time to time under his knife, and looked at the people who could not moan in the mud and water in the distance, as if a ray of light was walking in front, dispelling all the darkness around him, and instantly a sense of unreal worship was created in his heart. It turned out that human power was really good, comparable to gods!

At this moment, a child's face suddenly appeared in front of Long Junchen's eyes. The face was very tender, innocent, cute, very friendly, and familiar! Long Junchen was shocked, wasn't Yu Tongtong, who had a friendship with him for the New Year and a teacher-student friendship? How could he appear here?

Long Junchen discovered that Yu Tongtong was covered in blood, with white bones coming out of his body against the minced meat. His face turned red and purple, his eyes were prominent, and he looked like he was about to die. Long Junchen wanted to reach out to wake him up, but suddenly realized what he was doing. When he bit his tongue, Long Junchen suddenly opened his eyes and woke up instantly.

His eyelids were a little heavy, but just the moment he opened his eyes, his chaotic thoughts immediately trained and forced back to the cage. Long Junchen frowned and recalled his dream just now, feeling something was wrong. At this time, he was awakened by the rain, and then he realized that he was still in the dark path that was beyond the bottom, surrounded by killers waiting for opportunities. In the corner of the alley, a middle-aged man like a mage frowned and said helplessly: "This guy's spiritual sense is very powerful, I can't control him!"

Kong Yi lowered his head and cursed inwardly, and said impatiently: "Stop making those fancy ones, just use the Dead Army!" As soon as the words fell, Long Junchen immediately shook his sword, and an extremely dangerous aura was conveyed from the shadows around him. The brave assassins from all directions disappeared, replaced by countless black shadows. They stood silently, like a group of death surrounding the bed of the dying people. They opened their eyes together, their red pupils were as bright as torches, and like clusters of faint fires that appeared out of thin air, dotted in the dark woods, looking inexplicably terrifying.

Long Junchen didn't have time to think too much at this time, and shouted at Qingping behind him, "Get back!" The mercury-like gloomy light began to sweep over, and they couldn't see anything clearly. They seemed to be running towards the silver sea, pale white, palm-patterned handprints wrapped in a powerful wind, leaning towards Long Junchen's body, with a bang, and the shadow slammed towards the ground hard. Fortunately, Long Junchen retreated quickly, and on the ground where he was staying for the second before, he was directly flooded by the silver waves. The ground was directly lifted open. The silver waves seemed to have high temperatures, burning the ground, and the extremely stiff ground was burned into a miserable white.

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I should finish the book before the Spring Festival, and I will work hard to update the book these days!...
Chapter completed!