Chapter 1292 (2/2)

At the moment seems to feel the fear of the dwarf, the white throne, slowly turned over.

The dwarf still didn't see who was sitting on the throne.

Because just as the throne of bones turned around, his soul was annihilated.

His soul doesn't even have the ability to face the figure.

But in reality, the dwarf's body twitched violently, his eyes turned, his body tilted, and he fell to the ground, no more sound.

But Qian Cheng knew nothing about it at the moment.

He also sighed: ”well, I don't know how you did it, but you did help me solve a lot of problems.

In that case, as a thank you, I'll give you a good time. ”

The words sound falls, the knife awn in his hand, immediately toward Chu Yan's neck chop go.

The long knife in Qian Cheng's hand was originally pressed on Chu Yan's neck.

According to his expectation, at this time, just need to move a little, sharp spirit tool, can easily cut off Chu Yan's neck.

But at this time, Qian Cheng is surprised to find that he can't move the long knife now!

This long knife, like being fixed in midair, can't move!

In Qian Cheng's eyes, there was a look of surprise.

Isn't the zombie dead?

This was the first possibility that came to his mind.

It's also Qian Cheng's view that it's the most possible.

That female zombie didn't die, now he saw Chu Yan, just fantasy.

But at this time, he saw Chu Yan bending in front of him and slowly stood up straight.

Chu Yan's long sword, which was attached to his neck, was gently plucked by his fingertips and suddenly broke into pieces.

Qian Cheng's breath stopped.

”Originally, I thought you were leaning over quietly to do something. It turned out to be a lot of nonsense.”

The voice of Chu Yan came.

Qian Cheng's scalp is numb.

He felt the blood all over his body rush to his brain at this moment.

Unprecedented pressure almost made him collapse on the spot.

As Qian Cheng's current fifth class disciple, he is not qualified to meet the emperor of Taiqing in Ziwei sect.

But at this moment, Qian Cheng felt that when he faced the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, the pressure he could feel was probably just like this.

At this time, Qian Cheng felt a thump in his heart.

After all, it is the existence of those who are strong in mind and respected as guru.

At this time, although his heart almost stopped beating, the instinct of his body helped Qian Cheng release the handle of his sword. While his body retreated, his powerful magic power condensed at this moment.

”A sea of blood in the sky!”

In a flash, the light of blood and fire turned into a huge wave, forming a spiral, sweeping towards the words of Chu.

All around the void, now burst out a deafening roar, was burned to melt, collapse.

Qian Cheng, who keeps retreating, sees that in the blood and fire, Chu Yan's figure keeps getting farther and farther, and there is a tendency to be swallowed up. Suddenly, he puts down his heart a little, and even looks back to see how far away he is from the exit of the corridor.

But it's a little bit more relaxed, and when he turns around again, that's it.

In the center of a circle formed by blood and fire, Qian Cheng sees Chu Yan turn slowly.

At this time, he found that Chu Yan's eyes were covered by the darkness of ink.

Then Qian Cheng sees that Chu Yan doesn't seem to care about the blood and fire flowing to him at all. He raises his arm toward him and spits out two words: ”want to go?”