Chapter 224: Wei Qingfan (1/2)
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The rampant killing gas, surging and rising ...
Everyone on the field looked at the black sword in the palm of Chu Hen, and all of them showed wrong intentions on their faces. Does the other party still use a knife?
”For you, why use my best weapon ...”
Chu Hen looked at Wei Qingfan coldly, and the smile on his face showed his frivolous disdain.
Wei Qingfan's face was a little dull, and his eyes were chilling, ”Well, I want to see, how long can you be crazy?”
When the voice fell, Wei Qingfan's figure flickered towards Chu marks. The golden machete in his hand bloomed a dazzling light. He lifted the knife and split it, and the air thundered like a stormy thunder ...
”Oh!”
At the same time, Sen Luoya in Chuhen's hand also burst into a strong black awn, his eyes narrowed, and Wei Qingfan raised the knife without fear to confront him.
”boom……”
One black and one gold light and shadow glided across the air, and then sturdyly merged together.
The heavy collision of power directly caused the large area of razor-blades in the middle area of the two. Sen Luoya and his scimitar showed a cross-cutting tendency. Chu Chen and Wei Qingfan faced each other, their bodies broke out. A powerful force of true power.
Circles of golden light lingered from Wei Qingfan's body.
A thick black mang rose from Chu Hen's body like Jiuyou's flame.
Although the confrontation in front of this move is simple, the crowd off the field felt the clear wind and the turbulent air flow that were extremely chaotic on the stage.
”This guy……”
Many people in the audience frowned, showing incredible faces.
Especially the group who had been to Shengzhong City before was even more miserable. At that time, Chu Hen was struggling to take Wei Qingfan's move, but now he can face it face to face without being weak. This growth rate is really heartening. Startled.
...
”Hey!” Wei Qingfan flashed a deep sense of ruthlessness in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, ”Smelly boy, I shouldn't have kept your low life!”
Chu Hen sneered, saying, ”You seem to be kind-hearted, but the people you sent out before are nothing more than waste.”
Really speaking, since Chu Hen first stepped into the Imperial City, Wei Qingfan has never wanted Chu Hen's life all the time.
At first, more than two dozen killers attacked at midnight, and then the persecution of Emperor Feng newcomer Wang Renchong was persecuted at the Xingrui Contest, and then he sent his follower Wei Han to quietly start, even in the first round of the knockout round of the battle. It was the thirty-two people who bought through the entire tournament to slay Chu marks ...
Really speaking, every time Wei Qingfan sends out, his strength is not bad.
And basically, they all have the absolute certainty to kill Chu marks. If they change to other people, they will be damned several times. But that is the Chu mark, the Chu mark that is in a state of anxiety all the time, crushes Wei Qingfan's plot again and again ...
However, today, the two fought together.
New worries and old hatreds followed, sparks splashed, and a trend of slaying.
...
”Hey, they are all really useless waste, but this time, let me do it myself!” Wei Qingfan smiled coldly.
Chu Henjun brow lightly and replied in a lazy tone, ”Sorry, I forgot to say just now, in fact, you Wei Qingfan is also a waste ...”
”court death!”
”Boom!”
Together with the violent rage that the torrents converge, a surging afterglow of air suddenly swept across the table, the wind danced wildly, the sand and rocks shattered, and each of them retreated toward the rear ...
After reversing more than ten meters each, Wei Qingfan, who was full of anger, rose to his death and raised his hand to cut a knife.
”call out!”
A golden blade exploded out, and struck Chu marks with the might of chopping wind.
”Huh!” Chu Chen was not afraid, and his dark eyes quietly became deep and stern, and Sen Luo's teeth moved and his sword wrapped in the black awn was so powerful that he shattered the blade with one blow A layer of majestic waves like the tidal wave of the tide swept away toward Wei Qingfan ahead.
Pentium-like swordsman swept through thousands of armies like a roll-up mat, whistling with the momentum of scouring.
”Dare you dare to stand arrogant in front of me?”
Wei Qingfan's voice didn't fall, it flickered away from the spot instantly, and dazzling golden aurora lingered around the body. Wei Qingfan directly broke through the overlapping black knife waves in front of him, and immediately arrived in front of Chu Hen. The fierce offensive struck like a fierce wolf.