Chapter 932: Grass terrace

The vast grassland is endless, and there are no mountains or jungles that block the line of sight. It is a good place for the large corps to fight.
Zhao Shi put his hand on the Qiushui sword hilt at his waist and silently watched the aristocratic children in front of him.
They were either furious or sternly threatened, but they didn't dare to take a step out of the crowd.
Because between them and Zhao Shi, dozens of people's stumps and arms were spread out, the blood has not yet solidified, and the smell of blood is pungent.
This kind of waiting did not last long. After the heart beat six hundred times, Zhao Shi drew his sword and fought against the family's children who had shrunk into a dense formation.
"Untouchable, what do you want to do?"
"Think of your parents and family, and immediately kneel and surrender!"
"Kill, besieged this uncle who doesn't know the heights!"
The children of the aristocratic family scolded and roared, but the formation became tighter, almost reaching the point where the sword was next to the sword.
brush!
Zhao Shi's body was as swift as a gust of wind, and he instantly penetrated into a corner of this circular battle formation, and Qiu Shui sword drew a beautiful arc.
"what!"
Blood blossoms bloom among the children of the aristocracy. Everything within the arc of the blue sword, whether it is a person or a weapon, is broken into two neat pieces, and the internal organs and blood wet the green grassland.
"Go! Kill him!"
The cruel and scene did not make these children of the aristocratic family afraid, and people from the front and the left to the left and right accelerated the killing, like two sharp tongs of a Cancer.
The strength of the innate martial artist level is by no means endless, as long as they besiege and consume their true energy, they will definitely be able to be beheaded.
"Very naive."
Zhao Shi faintly glanced at the descendants of the family surrounded by the left and right wings. With a lighter footstep, the Qiu Shui sword pierced the slightly protruding forceps on the left wing along a straight line, crushing its tip into flesh and blood fragments.
After that, Qiu Shuijian cut out to the right, beheading more than a dozen people on the right wing.
"Untouchables, how dare you..."
The family's children who surrounded Zhao Shi frantically with anger felt cold in their hearts, their steps stopped, and they looked at the corpse in front of him in fear.
Their pause also stopped, and it did not affect Zhao Shi's killing.
Cut off the protruding left and right wings, Zhao Shiyun, who cleared his worries, rushed into the crowd again with all his energy and blood. Qiu Shui sword slashed in all directions, killing three or four people with each sword. The corpses and blood were flying, and there was no meat grinder. Any difference.
After ten breaths, Zhao Shimeng, who had killed more than sixty people, retreated and quickly left the battlefield.
At this moment, he was panting, white gas steaming in his hair, and his black shirt turned dark red, sticking to his body wet, no longer dripping blood.
"Kill, kill this untouchable!"
The blood-stained family boy went crazy. Seeing Zhao Shi stepping back, he went after him desperately, leaving a wound on his body if he died.
He took a few steps, his steps slowed down, and he looked left and right, empty, without any companions to follow.
All the children of the aristocratic family looked pale, their feet and in front of them were full of blood and minced meat, and the black-clothed young man in front of him who closed his eyes slightly to adjust his breath was covered in blood, but did not suffer any injuries.
His speed is so ghostly and enchanting. The last moment he was fighting with everyone, and the next moment he appeared outside the crowd. The so-called encirclement was a joke.
The high-quality pill and food were swallowed and turned into a warm current to replenish the blood in the body. In less than a quarter of an hour, Zhao Shi opened his eyes again, and Qiu Shui sword plunged into the stagnant crowd.
The reign of blood and blood reappeared, and the pride of all the children of the family was completely shattered at this moment.
"Escape! There is no way!"
"Only ask the elders in the family to take action!"
"Untouchable, I swear, I won't let you die easily!"
Among the words of resentment and Binghan, the remaining two hundred children of the family collapsed, fleeing frantically in all directions, even unable to take care of the weapons in their hands.
There is no point in persistence and resistance!
Give this untouchable enough rest time, he can kill everyone!
Clang!
The Qiu Shui sword returned to its sheath, Zhao Shi walked slowly towards the center of the grass platform, the blood flowing in his body, recovering while walking.
No one exists within a radius of 20 meters, and even if they exist, they will die quickly. The sight is always monitored within a kilometer of a radius. Any sign of crowd gathering will usher in cruel and rapid suppression.
In terms of group warfare, these little dolls are too tender.
In fact, let alone them, even True Qi martial artists and even flying fighters are not good at group warfare.
The true qi and qi and blood in the martial artist's body are not as lively as the immortal cultivator and the mage. The power used in the body is strong, and after being released, it will be much worse and the power will drop sharply.
Soon, under the constant drive and constant killing, Zhao Shi came to a green palace. The door had been opened. The door was an uneasy family boy who guarded the door firmly.
There are more than a hundred people. They seem to regard this place as their last castle, unwilling to lose, and are afraid of unexpected events after going out.
As if he hadn't seen the crowd, Zhao Shi walked up faintly, making these aristocratic children tremble.
At this moment, the younger brother of the family who was blocking the gate let the road open layer by layer, and a girl with a white jade spear came out surrounded by the crowd with a cold face.
Li Xi's eyes were angry: "Zhao Shi, as a pariah, who gave you the courage to commit crimes and kill the family members?"
The Yang family and the Li family are family friends, and this pariah is the slave of his aunt, so he can be regarded as his master.
She felt that she was qualified to order and punish Zhao Shi.
Zhao Shi's indifferent killing all the time came to a halt and stopped.
"really"
The trembling family children nearby were ecstatic.
They knew that Miss Yang's family must have set certain restrictions on this domestic slave.
The anxiety and worries deep in Li Xi's heart were instantly swept away, and her small face became more majestic and cold, like the elders in the family who have been in power for a long time.
"Auntie is too used to you, and it makes you lose your sense of respect and humbleness."
She walked out of the crowd with a white jade spear step by step, and said coldly: "Let me teach you a lesson for aunt today, let you know your own duty!"
The white jade spear pierced Zhao Shi's left arm as the door, the technique was of the profound level, and the spear technique was also of the profound level. At the peak of the martial artist, the strength was much stronger than the children of other families, ranking at least the top three among the children of these families.
However, this strength is too weak compared to Zhao Shi, who slaughtered the children of the family.
Li Xi dared to take action, just to make sure his aunt spoiled herself, no matter how the domestic slave could not do anything to herself.
She didn't plan to kill Zhao Shi, just abolished his arm so as not to let her aunt's possible plans fail.
"It's a bit puzzling."
Zhao Shi's eyes showed doubts, and a sword cut at the inexplicable little girl.