A Xiantian monk appeared, holding a long knife in his hand, and walked out of the crowd.

This guy seems to be a gambler. He dared to show up with a knife and bet his life at an early stage.

"I am also a little person."

Another person walked out. He looked ordinary, nothing surprising, and was stronger than the gambler. He was in the middle stage of innateness.

"I want to fight too." Another person appeared.

"Zi Chen was seriously injured today. If he doesn't try his best, he will regret it for the rest of his life."

"If you win, you will be prosperous and wealthy, and respected by the world. If you lose, you will lose your life at worst, and you will be a good man twenty years later."

The extremely provocative voice sounded again, and it was full of all kinds of temptations, making people excited.

"kill."

A few more monks came out, all wanting to win glory and wealth for the rest of their lives with Zi Chen.

Zi Chen didn't speak. These people were either gamblers or had been blinded by greed. There was no use in explaining. They could only speak with fighting.

If you are alive, you are a winner; if you are dead, you are out.

"kill."

With a loud shout, the army formed by gamblers and greed rushed towards Zi Chen again, with murderous intent.

Zi Chen stood with a gun, his eyes were cold. He didn't know how to shoot, but he knew how to kill people. He moved the spear like a poisonous snake, fierce and fast.

"puff."

One hit and one kill.

The first to die was the gambler. He was only in the early stage of innateness and had no chance of winning, but he still had to risk his life.

"Peng."

The spear vibrated, like a dragon coming out of the sea, bringing with it a large silver light, and the two of them became dead souls under the spear again.

These people are crazy and fearless of death, or at this moment, their brains are filled with blood and they don’t know what death is.

Under the ancient soldiers, there are no living souls, they are all dead souls.

"puff."

The last person fell in front of the spear.

At this moment, more than a dozen corpses have fallen in front of Zi Chen. He is standing with a gun, his eyes are ruthless, and his posture is majestic.

There are many monks ahead, and the bewitcher has not yet appeared.

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Chapter completed!