"Not necessarily."
Suddenly, a voice said coldly.
Panfu was startled and heard several screams coming from the door.
He knew who was coming.
He turned to look at the door and saw a man in black robe slowly walking in.
It was Zhao Wuji.
"Really?"
Pan Fu came to Lan Xiaodie with a stride, grabbed Lan Xiaodie's throat with one hand, and said coldly: "Stop, or you will die."
"Really?"
Zhao Wuji said with a sneer, with an expression that had nothing to do with him, but his heart tightened.
Zhao Wuji knew very well that the more he showed concern for Lan Xiaodie, the more Lan Xiaodie would die. faster.
Seeing that Zhao Wuji was not under control, Pan Fu became even more sure of his judgment.
This guy was not here to save people, but to cause trouble.
So, Pan Fu said coldly: "Boy, this is the territory of my witch sect.
You can't break in."
What on earth do you want to do here?
Do you think my witch sect is easy to bully?"
When he said these words, Pan Fu felt very depressed and aggrieved.
The leader of a sect actually spoke in such a tone.
How could he be seen by people if it was spread out?
"Well, it's said that the witchcraft is unique in the world.
I came here to learn about it.
Now it seems that it's nothing more than that.
Now that I'm here, I can't go back empty-handed," Zhao Wuji said, pretending to be robbing.
"You dare to talk to me like this.
You are the first and the last one in the world."
Pan Fu laughed angrily and released his grip on Lan Xiaodie.
Originally, this was just a test.
Since the other party was not here, There is no need to save people.
"Many people have told me this, but they are all dead, and I am still alive."
Zhao Wuji retorted, as if he didn't care at all, but secretly used his power to protect his body.
Witchcraft is not a joke.
If you are careful, you will be infected and there will be no place to treat it.
Two whooshing sounds rang through the air, and he saw two fireballs flying toward him like lightning.
Zhao Wuji looked at the fireballs calmly, motionless.
When the fireballs flew closer, he suddenly turned his head and twisted his body, easily dodging the two fireballs.
The fireball's body seemed not to move, standing proudly in place.
"Good skills."
Pan Fu sneered: "But let's see how far you can hide."
As he said that, his hands transformed and countless fireballs flew over.
Zhao Wuji estimated that these fireballs were not a good thing, and he did not dare to catch them, let alone touch them.
If they exploded, he would be in trouble.
When he saw dozens of fireballs flying towards him, he suddenly crouched down and slid against the ground, like a snake waiting for an opportunity.
The moving giant python pounced on Pan Fu like lightning.
The "Snake Shape Xingyi" Pan Fu turned out to be a discerning guy, and he saw through this trick at a glance.
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"You are knowledgeable."
Zhao Wuji shouted, and with a flick of his body, he flew up, like a javelin, and pierced Panfu's heart fiercely.
Pan Fu was shocked, how could he dare to dodge one after another, how could Zhao Wuji let the other party get what he wanted, his waist suddenly exerted force, his body twisted strangely in the void, and he used the "Dragon Tail Swing" move, whipping his leg.
Like a real steel whip, it was whipped hard.
The sudden change of moves and the rapid movements made Pan Fu already passive.
Knowing that this move was difficult to avoid, Pan Fu gritted his teeth, a coquettish red light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly grabbed Zhao Wuji's hands with both hands.
Legs, there is a pungent smell in the air.
Zhao Wuji keenly noticed that something was wrong, and couldn't help being startled.
He twisted his body again and took a few steps back.
The "Mo Knife" suddenly took action and flew up.
The human knife merged into one, and the tip of the knife stabbed Pan Fu's heart, emitting a sonic explosion that split the air.
Voice.
A full-strength blow was faster than a person's consciousness.
A master's attack depends entirely on consciousness.
As soon as he makes a move, he can think of what the opponent will do in the next few moves, and take precautions in advance.
Zhao Wuji's blow has a sharp There is a murderous aura on the tip of the knife that can be changed by the naked eye, which is caused by the internal energy being released through the knife.
"Innate master" Pan Fu was horrified.
He never thought that this young and shameless guy in front of him was actually the legendary innate master.
He didn't care about his image and identity, so he quickly rolled around to avoid Dao Gang, and then I no longer have the calmness and confidence I had just now.
Pan Fu got up and rushed outside like lightning.
Zhao Wuji glanced at Lan Xiaodie with empty eyes and knew that even if he rescued her, there would be no way to survive.
He had to find a way to rescue her, and the only clue was this Pan Fu.
Fu, how can I let it go?
After chasing for a few steps, I saw a large number of people rushing towards me.
Many of them were retreating while protecting the talismans, and some who were not afraid of death rushed over screaming, waving various weapons. .
"The mob."
Zhao Wuji looked around and saw that there was no way out, so he had to go on a killing spree.
These people from the cult were not merciless at all when they killed them, and they did not have any psychological burden or guilt at all.
"Kill" Zhao Wuji shouted, and the "Mo Knife" danced like a windmill and rushed into the crowd.
The windmill instantly turned into a meat grinder.
Wherever it passed, there was a bloody storm. , screams were everywhere, and broken limbs and pieces of meat were flying everywhere.
Zhao Wuji, who was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, killed more than a dozen people in one breath, and the whole body was covered with blood.
With a clear roar, he killed the two people at the front.
Looking at the timid witchcraft believers, Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with fierceness.
The light was like the sun in the sky, scaring everyone even further.
The cave is not big, and the advantage of having a large number of people cannot be used at all.
These people are just adding fuel to the tactics and will not have any effect.
Zhao Wuji looked at the retreating witchcraft believers coldly, with a murderous spirit, and untied the already worn out clothes on his body.
He tossed his black robe that was dyed red, shouted loudly, and "kill" once again pounced on the crowd.
The massacre was purely a one-sided massacre.
Zhao Wuji, who had no scruples, let go of his methods.
He did not need to consider the consequences or whether his companions were in danger.
He only needed to kill and kill to his heart's content.
How could these witchcraft believers be Zhao Wuji's opponents?
Get back without defeat.
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Pan Fu was watching not far away, his face turned bitter, he had offended this murderous god, the witch sect had finally come to an end, he was an innate master, a legendary innate master.
"Leader, why did the witchcraft we released not work but suffered backlash?"
A person next to him asked in a horrified voice, probably a close aide of Pan Fu.
"Witch Gu has innate pure energy to protect the body.
Any witch Gu is a joke.
It would be weird if it doesn't backfire."
Pan Fu thought to himself, but he didn't dare to say these words, which upset the morale of the army.
Instead, he shouted: "Fellow members, he has been poisoned by witchcraft.
He has gone crazy and is possessed by a demon.
He cannot hold on for long.
Kill him."
At this time, Zhao Wuji really looked like he was going crazy.
He was harvesting life to his heart's content, and every move was in vain.
He was a bit obsessed.
At least the other witch sects believed what Pan Fu said and shouted.
Let's cheer each other up and charge forward again.
Zhao Wuji sneered and didn't care.
He would just kill as many as he came.
Taking advantage of his strong energy, he almost ran away.
Zhao Wuji was confident that no one in the world could stop him, at least not yet.
Zhao Wuji, who spared no effort in fighting, was full of fighting spirit, charging into the cave with murderous intent, chasing Pan Fu in the direction of retreat, killing all the way in a bloody and bloody way.
Pan Fu saw more and more of his followers dying unexpectedly, and his eyes were about to burst with anger.
If he continued like this, he would become a polished commander.
He whispered a few words to his confidants and stopped running, looking at the retreating followers. , shouted loudly: "He has no strength anymore, kill him, whoever kills this demon will be my great deputy leader of the witch religion."
There must be a brave man under the heavy reward.
When everyone heard it, their eyes lit up, and they rushed up again with a cry, deputy leader, what a tempting throne.
For a moment, everyone forgot about life and death.
However, Zhao Wuji didn't care.
If it was an open space outside, he might be a little wary.
Two fists would be hard to beat with four hands.
Now he only needed to attack forward.
He didn't have to worry about anyone coming from both sides.
He only had to pay attention to his back.
Don't worry.
"Come on."
Zhao Wuji's murderous temper was released, and the depression of the past few days was released.
His mood suddenly improved a lot, but there was no rest under his hands.
His whole body was covered with other people's blood, and the "ink knife" in his hands "But the more he killed, the brighter it became.
There was a mysterious light, and there was no trace of human blood on it, which was really weird.
The swords on the "Mo Knife" were wreaking havoc.
No matter who they were, as long as they were touched by the swords, they would be killed or injured.
This was the first time that Zao Wuji discovered that he could actually use the swords.
He was in a great mood, and even used these people.
Experimented.
However, there were too many people to kill.
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Zhao Wuji estimated that he had killed at least more than a hundred people in his killing spree just now.
Behind him was a thick layer of corpses, and the blood formed a stream.
It slowly flowed forward, and the smell of blood filled the air, which was really weird.
Just as Zhao Wuji was thinking about finding a way to rush out.
After all, he had killed so many people and had used up a lot of his physical strength.
It would be really troublesome to drag him out.
At this time, he suddenly heard Pan Fu shouting loudly: "Fathers, please disperse." open."
The members of the witch sect were very obedient to Pan Fu's orders.
When they heard the order, they all dispersed, except for a few red-eyed guys who rushed towards Zhao Wuji and were easily strangled by Zhao Wuji.
"Hiss!"
Zhao Wuji saw three rows of people suddenly appeared in front of him.
The first row was squatting, the second row was half squatting, and the third row was standing.
Each person held an automatic rifle, and the muzzle of the gun emitted a cold metallic light.
The Nether Death God's eyes couldn't help but be startled, he sheathed his sword and retreated violently.
His mental perception keenly sensed the approaching danger.
Zhao Wuji kicked out his legs like lightning, kicking out more than a dozen kicks in one breath.
Each kick kicked away a corpse and flew towards the gun formation in front, although they were far apart.
At some distances, it cannot hit the people in the gun array, but it can still block bullets.
At this time, the gun array also fired.
The bullets were flying, with blazing temperature, and quickly penetrated into the flying corpses.
More than a dozen corpses flew up almost at the same time, actually blocking the intensive firing of the gun array.
When the bullets came, Zhao Wuji breathed a sigh of relief and did not dare to be careless.
He used his internal strength to the limit to protect his body.
He never stopped with his feet and kept kicking the corpse up to block the bullets for himself.
After kicking away more than a dozen corpses in one breath, Zhao Wuji shouted loudly and rushed forward.
He followed the corpses and kicked the corpses directly in the void, flying towards the gun array.
The people in the spear formation are all mercenaries hired by the Witch Cult.
They are all very good at playing with guns and have strong confidence in their marksmanship.
However, this is a cave, the light is not good, and the cave in front is blocked by flying corpses.
There was no way he could hit the target behind him, so he screamed angrily and started shooting like crazy. 160420oshow7: