Chapter 114 (2/2)

A group of big men rushed over with all kinds of weapons in their hands, as if Zhou Yi was just a white rabbit for them to kill.

”Tujiwa dog!” Zhou Yi disdained to smile, waved his big hand, and the wooden sword with black awn hovered in the air again, making a strange hissing sound, and even expressed his excitement to Zhou Yi.

”What's that?”

Before, several retreating men saw the wooden sword spinning in the air. They couldn't help wondering how it was like magic. The wooden sword was suspended in mid air out of thin air.

However, only a few people who stepped back saw this strange scene. These big men with blades and eyes full of Zhou Yi's head can't see it. At this time, they only have one idea, that is, kill Zhou Yi. Whoever's knife is the first to cut into Zhou Yi's neck will have the opportunity to accept the historian's industry!

”Whoosh”

The wooden sword broke through the air again, and the big men were stunned. They found that there was such a strange thing with black awn in the air.

Unfortunately, they can only find it, but they can't do anything to stop the wooden sword. After all, the speed of the wooden sword almost suffered from the previous Zhou Yi.

”Poop”

”Poop”

.....

This is the sound of the wooden sword entering the body. A group of big men still keep running forward. Until the wooden sword enters the body, they don't feel that they have a breath in their body, and then their vitality quickly stays outside the body along the wound in the form of blood.

”Puff”

The fastest man fell directly three meters in front of Zhou Yi.

”Puff”

Then there was the second, a man of more than 200 kilograms fell heavily to the ground

”Puff”

The third, the fourth

Soon, with the sound of Putong coming one after another, none of the dozens of big men who came angrily stood any longer. They all fell three meters away from Zhou Yi and paved a pile of people with great shock effect in the area!

The wooden sword that did all this returned to the air again. The black light was even worse, and the strange hissing sound was even more harsh. It seemed to be asking Zhou Yi for credit. After knowing that the Kunlun immortal sword in Zhou Yi's hand gave a light sound, the wooden sword calmed down reluctantly.

”Ghost!”

”Monster!”

Several big men waiting to pick up the leak outside the living room were so frightened that they peed in their pants when they saw this scene. They didn't dare to look at Zhou Yi any more. They threw away the blade in their hands and ran away. They wanted their parents to give them more legs.

Zhou Yi shook his head and didn't go after him again. He said before that thousands of people under Shi Tianlong's hands were local chickens and earthen dogs. Now facts have proved that he is indeed right. Ordinary people are as weak as ants for Zhou Yi now. No matter how many they come, he can kill them with one sword!

After sighing, Zhou Yi is ready to leave. Today, he is killing in historians. Things are bound to disturb many people, so he wants to find someone to take care of the future affairs here in case he is caught in the future.

”Dang Dang”

Just as Zhou Yigang raised his foot to leave, he suddenly found that he had kicked something, which rolled on the ground and made a sound.

Zhou Yi took a casual look and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, this eye stopped him, and his eyes were full of surprise.

Zhou Yi stooped down and picked up something on the ground. It was a copper compass with various complex lines engraved on it. He started to sink slightly. Zhou Yi stared curiously at the lines on the compass, which he had never seen before.

”Eh, I've been staring for a long time. I feel dizzy!”

Zhou Yi was surprised. He stared at the grain for dozens of seconds. Then there was a faint feeling of dizziness in his head. Obviously, the grain was very beautiful. It's mysterious.

”Is it... Feng Shui magic weapon?”

Zhou Yi pondered, and then he took a look at the original position of the compass, which seemed to fall from Yang Chong.

”Yes, this must be the geomantic magic weapon of historians!” Zhou Yi patted his head and suddenly realized that after he came to historians, he directly forgot this stubble. He remembered that the root of the danger he and Zhou Zheng encountered before was the geomantic magic weapon.

It's the compass in your hand now!

”There are many cracks on the compass now.” Zhou Yi touched the legendary Feng Shui magic tool, and then found that there were several thin invisible cracks on it, which led to the loss of the original superior breath of the compass at this time, showing some signs of dilapidation. Obviously, after using it several times, the compass will break into an ordinary compass.

Zhou Yi takes another look at Yang Chong lying on the ground. The fluctuation of his breath is very similar to that left on the compass.