Chapter 811: Crisp sound, precarious

Damn it!

Su Chen cursed inwardly; who were these guys, and why did they want to put him to death?

Suddenly, Su Chen had a flash of inspiration.

Since the opponent wanted to kill him to silence him, why didn't he go with the flow and use the situation to his advantage?

Thinking of this, Su Chen's heart suddenly cleared; at this moment, Su Chen deliberately revealed a flaw.

Seeing this, the man was overjoyed and hurriedly pressed forward; Su Chen seized the opportunity to perform a side-sliding step, dodging the fatal blow, and then quickly fled to the side.

All the masked men were stunned; no one had expected that Su Chen would choose to run away.

However, soon, everyone chased after him; at this time, Su Chen suddenly turned around and returned.

"Hmm?"

The masked men were all astonished; Su Chen actually dared to come back to die?

This was simply overestimating his own capabilities.

Su Chen ignored them, leaped forward, and swept out with a heavy leg.

"Pa~~"

A masked man was caught off guard and was kicked in the waist and abdomen, flying horizontally on the spot, falling to the ground several meters away, unable to climb up.

The remaining five were all stunned; clearly, they hadn't expected that Su Chen would take the initiative to attack.

Su Chen did not stop; he immediately kicked out again, kicking three people flying in one encounter; the remaining one hurriedly blocked, but still couldn't resist, being kicked seven or eight *zhang* away.

The remaining masked man was dazed on the spot, his eyes filled with shock as he looked at Su Chen; how could this brat be so fierce?

"Bang!"

Just as he was surprised, he suddenly suffered a heavy blow to his spine; a huge force came, and his whole person flew out like he was riding the clouds.

Falling heavily to the ground, the masked man's body went soft, he spat out a mouthful of thick, fishy sweetness, and fainted.

Killed in one move?

Su Chen was stunned; the strength of these guys was really not just for show; although he had used his full strength in that kick just now, he hadn't used internal energy; logically, it shouldn't have been able to injure that person, but he just couldn't withstand it.

"Bastard!"

The remaining two masked men reacted and were furious, raising their sabers and killing toward Su Chen; the saber light flickered, intersecting into a net, sealing all of Su Chen's retreat paths.

Su Chen snorted coldly, unhurried, holding a saber in one hand, and slashed down toward the two.

The two came from left and right, wielding their weapons to block.

Sparks burst forth; the two short sabers collided with Su Chen's iron saber, emitting a crisp sound; the two short sabers were actually shattered by force, and the webs of their thumbs were cracked, dripping with blood.

The two were terrified and hurriedly withdrew their sabers; Su Chen took the opportunity to stab with his saber, and with a *pfft*, it directly pierced through one person's chest, blood spraying.

It splashed all over Su Chen; Su Chen shook it off and threw the person to the ground, looking in a sorry state.

Having finished off one with a single saber, the remaining one didn't dare to tangle with Su Chen anymore; scared out of his wits, he turned and fled.

"Want to leave? Stay behind for me!"

Su Chen shouted sharply, swung the short saber in his hand in a circle, and slashed.

Amidst the screams, the man was cut in half at the waist, his intestines spilling all over the ground.

On the other side, Zhang Wuji was fighting intensely with one person; he had practiced the *Nine Yang Divine Art* for several months, and his strength had also reached its peak; plus, this set of formations had an ancient style, and he had rich experience in fighting, so he soon forced the man to retreat steadily.

Ultimately outnumbered, Zhang Wuji stumbled, and a long bloody gash was cut across his chest, the flesh and skin rolling back.

Zhang Wuji gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and looked up at Su Chen, only to see Su Chen fighting three people, the situation precarious.

"Amitabha!" ===== CHAPTER 813 =====