v3 Chapter 163： Not Falling [Fourth] (2/2)

A thick and withered Huang Guanghua shot from the tip of Xiao Chen's fingertips, flickering as if passing by for thousands of years.

Shang Wenxing's pupils contracted violently, and an endless sense of fear was born in his heart. This yellow light actually brought him a strong sense of life and death crisis!

Behind that moment was the punishment ban, Shang Wenxing retired, even if he realized that Huang Guangwei was extraordinary, he could only forcibly resist. And as a non-falling monk, he was not proud to allow himself to escape concession under the magical power of a Yuanying monk.

drink!

While drinking, Shang Wenxing's eyes were full of coldness, and his palm was even more powerful.

Xiao Chen's dim eyes flashed in his eyes, and Huang Guang and his palms met in emptiness.

Shang Wenxing's color changed instantaneously, and his eyes showed horror. This yellow light looked extremely inconspicuous, but the power was to speed up the flow of time and turn the millennium! Enveloped by this light, the palm of his hand contains magical powers, as if going through long years, the fluctuations are unstable, and the next moment will collapse. The palms are dying, repairing and then dying again. Between reciprocation, the vitality springs in the body, and after a few breaths, a hundred years of life disappears, which is called terror.

Shang Wenxing crossed with determination in his eyes and palm like a knife, before Huang Guang did not spread, he severely cut off his shoulder. With a moan, the blood spring gushed, and his complexion turned pale. But fortunately, he could barely escape the killing.

Being forced to break his arm, Shang Wenxing's heart was filled with hatred, but his heart was full of fear. The teleportation formation, the punishment of punishment, the finger of silence, Xiao Chen's repeated killings have already completely damaged him. At this moment, his arm is broken, and his strength is greatly reduced. And the most important thing is that he is not sure, is there still a second hand for Xiao Chen at this moment? Therefore, this person's heart retreated, and when the injury recovered, it was not too late to kill this little hybrid. In the current situation, Shang Wenxing has already taken care of what he is proud of, and the next step is taken, a little space fluctuations occur.

Teleport!

One of the great magical means of not falling into the monks, once it was successfully implemented, Xiao Chen took every effort to kill the game at any cost, and he would have to give up all his achievements.

Time, the ninth breath.

At this moment, Xiao Chen's eyes flashed fiercely suddenly, and one arm stretched out to that Shang Wenxing.

”Confinement!”

”Broken Air” magical powers, the cultivation of spatial magical powers, imply that the imprisonment of space and the binding of the enemy. Cultivate to the Dacheng realm, and when the idea is moved, it becomes void and imprisoned the opponent.

In the realm of Yuan Ying Yuan Shen, the monks were imprisoned and did not fall. The supernatural powers instantly swallowed, and Xiao Chen's nose and nose bleed. But under this supernatural power, the space ripples at the feet of Shang Wenxing suddenly abruptly. Break and pause.

Regardless of the serious injuries in his body, Xiao Chen flickered with his murderous hand. He stretched out his hand and brushed it over the storage ring. A broken sword suddenly appeared in his hand. Xingyun Liushui cut off without a pause.

Change the teleportation array to eliminate its strength.

Hit it hard with criminal law bans.

Two thousand Shouyuan silence fingers, wounding them again.

The shop was cut and ruined!

The four killings were continuous, and Xiao Chen did everything he could to kill Shang Wenxing, otherwise he would die.

Go all out and go forward.

The shop sensed the decisive trend of Xiao Chen's thoughts. The broken sword suddenly trembled violently, the sharp edge of the endless blast burst, and it was arrogant and domineering.

Shang Wenxing screamed, feeling the breath, and he felt endless despair in his heart.

The sword fell, the blood spring gushed, the corpse separated, and the gods were destroyed.

Do not fall monk, Shang family Shang Wenxing, fall!