Chapter 32 (2/2)
”Please, you must win...” Those slaves, listening to the monks' words, were more frightened. At the moment, their only hope was gathered in Nie Chen's body.
”Win? How can you win with the slave The friars, coming close, threatened and mocked the slaves.
”Be quiet, or I will kill you first!” A monk said coldly with his axe.
”If anyone dares to kill another person, he will die in my hands first, before our decisive battle is decided.” Nie Chen looks at the dust on the opposite side, the obscure voice appears to be a little cold.
In the distance, Nie Chen's jade lotus platform was surrounded by demons, and floated slowly towards this side. He immediately stunned those domineering friars and made them shut their mouths!
”You will win, Nie Chen!” This voice, a little familiar, Nie dust residual light swept away, but saw a fellow figure.
”Purple Palace!” Purple wind face excited, looking at a figure from behind the crowd to squeeze out, this figure.
Excited toward the purple wind and square wood rushed, the last one to seize the right hand of purple wind.
”Nie Chen, don't be distracted!” Fang Mu was afraid that Nie Chen was distracted by his classmates and said in a loud voice.
”Don't worry!” Nie dust's quiet voice, faint return.
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In the battlefield, smoke and dust rose everywhere, covering the figures of Nie Chen and Qingchen. It is difficult to see the specific situation. We can only imagine the fierce battle in the field according to the chaotic scene.
Two shadows, moving fast, almost beyond the level of the naked eye can capture, one appears in the air three feet high, the fist and foot add together, and then cross the ground, sweeping the dust.
Their battle gradually spread to the edge of the woods, only those grass and trees, have withered, in his momentum and vibration, shivering.
”Click!” Nie Chen ducked his head and avoided Qingchen's palm knife. However, a big tree behind him broke directly and was cut off by Shengsheng.
Qingchen suddenly kicked out, Nie Chen's arms crossed, his whole person, then flew back, until a battle, Nie Chen just fixed his figure.
”Mr. Qingchen is so strong!”
”Ah, the slave has been defeated Those friars were very excited for a moment. They were excited when they saw that Qingchen had the upper hand.
”Can't even the strength of this man defeat the dust?” Some slaves, in the end, were practitioners. Although their accomplishments were granted, they could still see the situation of the war.
”Hold on, you can't lose!”
”Lose, we all have to die, fight on, don't give up, you are very strong!” The slaves, anxious, cheered for Nie Chen.
”Elder martial brother Nie Chen, can you win?” Beside the Purple Palace, beside the knee and the purple wind, the eyes are confused.
”Don't worry, Nie Chen retreated because of their fight, and it won't affect many slaves who are defenseless.” Zifeng comforts zique.
”He won't lose!” The voice of square wood is always firm and sonorous.
He and Nie dust walk to now, often for Nie dust action surprised, in the heart has been very convinced Nie dust.
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”Well, I still want to protect them. I can't protect myself!” Qingchen smiles, leaps forward, rushes toward Nie dust, the figure is quick and sharp, but also has a kind of ethereal meaning.
”Is it?” Nie Chen's eyes were always cold and full of killing intention.
The trees and plants were flying and the trees were broken. The woods on the edge of the valley, the birds were startled, and the animals ran away. They didn't want to be affected by the battle.A quarter of an hour later, in addition to a few giant trees rustling in the vigorous wind, there was no vegetation in the battlefield, all turned into dust. On the ground, mixed with the original loess gravel, they piled up layer by layer.
Bang!
With a loud noise, a figure originally stopped in the air, but it was kicked out of the chaotic place by another figure, and flew back from the gap between the tree tops of those big trees.
Nie Chen landed on his feet and retreated in succession. He drew two long gullies on the ground. After three Zhang, he settled down.
His mouth, a little red, but some blood overflow!
Nie Chen frowned, and was very surprised in his heart. The flesh of Qingchen was really powerful, far beyond his expectation!
He had thought that, after defeating Qinglian, he would save all the slaves and leave here, and there would be no more obstacles. However, the power of the dust was born in his plan track, and drew a strong and conspicuous cut-off line!
Although he knows, this dust, very strong, far better than Qingfeng and others. But I didn't expect that he would be so strong that he could almost fight with Qinglian unarmed, which is very unreasonable!
”His physical hardness is above me!” Nie Chen's heart, no fear, but still very surprised.
After all, it's really unexpected that there is such a friar who practices the body in a horizontal way!
If he still has magic and magic weapons that are still used as hidden means and follow-up combat power, the result of Nie Chen's battle will be unpredictable!
”Ah, Ziyang has a strong body. Five years ago, I felt inferior to you, so I gave up!” Qingchen flew out of the tree and landed on the ground. She said with a natural and elegant smile: ”but now, I'm still a little successful in my practice. Although I feel sorry for fighting with you who have been in prison for three years and have not made any progress in practice, I feel sorry, but I can't help it. I have to stop here! ”
Witnessing the defeat of Nie Chen, all the slaves showed a look of despair. Their results seemed to have been doomed, and there was no hope!
On the contrary, the more than 70 monks, however, roared with excitement and gave out the voice of worship and awe to the indifferent dust!