Chapter 879： Massacre (1/2)
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The six masked men looked at each other, and everyone could now see their expressions change.
Xu Xingxu has been wearing a mask for a long time. He doesn't know how to hide his emotions, and can show obvious alarm.
Zhunling Emperor's lips rolled, calming the minds of the five, and his performance at this time was worthy of his title.
Immediately, the six of them, including him, were deeply spiritualized, almost turning into heaven and earth spirits.
The spirit fire of the beacon's spirit covered his body, and as the fire became stronger and stronger, he lost his silhouette.
The people of the Beacon spirit clan are all shocked. It is not easy to be spiritualized to such a degree, and the danger is fatal.
The lingfeng clan spirits rushed into the wind, everywhere and everywhere.
”Tiantian ancient tree!”
The Tochigi spirit girl took the first shot, but stood at the back.
The sharp point of the sword was in the void, and a large tree took root and grew into a towering tree.
The majestic vitality dilutes to a certain extent the aggressive flames from Jiang Chen.
The turquoise green branches exuded a beam of light, crystal clear, like a beautiful jade gem.
The extremely soft branches stretched out across the battlefield, counting the number of people, exactly five.
Fenghuo two spirits reached out to hold the tree branch, and at the same time a tree branch reached into the Yan spirit spirit.
The Zhiyan Lingzi raised his right arm high, his fists in his hands seemed to catch a thundercloud, and thunder and lightning were intertwined in the entire arm.
At the same time, his own spiritual power runs, and the two powers are wonderfully combined.
It doesn't count, the two powerful spirits released from him are the firepower.
”Lingzu is not willing to be outdone!”
”The Muling tribe took the shot and incorporated the spiritual power of the Fenghuo Lingzi into him!”
”Spiritual power is like the sea, unstoppable!”
Hao Jiangchen pushed the Ling tribe to this step. It was an amazing feat that the young talents of the Three Realms of the Middle Kingdom did not have.
However, he will also face the consequences.
The Ling Yan spirits rushed away, the sound was amazing, dragging a long stream of air, the physical body squeezed and twisted in the void.
”You can never match the spirit race!”
As soon as the words of the Zhiyan Lingzi finished, people came to Jiang Chen, his fists roared and roared.
”Do you think I can't help you?”
Wu Jiangchen motionless, shot with both palms, welcoming to the iron fist.
The moment Quan Jianfeng touched the palm of his hand, the ground shook, and countless people were deaf because of sound.
较 The weaker man was knocked to the ground and vomited blood.
Shocking cracks appeared on the sides of the mountain.
Puppet battlefield is shrouded by the power of the title hall. Before the end, it will not affect the outside world, and the spectators cannot control the outcome.
Everything caused at this time is caused by the sound waves coming out.
I can imagine how terrifying scenes can be on the battlefield.
The Lingyan Lingzi and Jiang Chen settled there, only two pairs of arms were shaking.
”how come?!”
The Chi Yan Lingzi's expression was distorted, with a bit of pain.
I saw Jiang Chen's hand clenching his fist and pushing hard.
In addition to the strength of the competition, there is also the strength of the Yanzi Lingzi.
He gathered four spiritual forces of wind, fire, flame, and thunder, and they were invincible and indestructible.
Twenty-four spiritual powers were in his fists, and he tried desperately to release them, even if both defeated.
However, Jiang Chen's hands used magic power, making the spiritual power unable to burst, as if being crushed.
Wu Xiaguang is a trace of the disappearance of spiritual power.
At the moment when Jiang Zai completely pulled his hands over, with the screams, the remaining spiritual power made his hands unconscious.