Chapter 814 (2/2)

Boom!!

Boom!!!

At the moment of his hand, two thunder beads collided with four magic bombs, and the earthquake like energy exploded in the air, just like a world shaking thunder burst in the air. The fire broke into the sky, and the thunder and lightning raged wildly.

Gu Zhong has been watching Zhuang Shiyin's actions, so before he took the move, he and Zhou ruoxiao worked together to set up the defense boundary. Even so, at the moment when the energy exploded, the students in the low level of cultivation were still shocked by the shock and couldn't recover for a long time.

The smoke quickly diffused. Su Taizong's disciples, who had no defense and boundary protection, were blown out of the air for more than ten meters. They fainted and were slightly better. They just sat on the ground like a puppet.

Those high-level people were all restless, not because of the injuries of the students watching the battle. They all looked at the competition platform with anxiety.

Such a powerful explosive force has almost destroyed their martial arts arena of Su Taizong, but this is not the point. The point is that in that energy center, they can no longer feel Zhuang Shiyin's breath.

”Poo --”

the voice of someone spitting blood came from the smoke, and the hearts of all the high-level people were pulled up at the same time. Looking out, a figure slowly came out of the smoke.

But the direction he was facing was the location of the ancient clock.

”Wait!”

The ancient clock rings until the figure walks slowly towards him.”Someone needs your help,” he said

The man in the fog suddenly stopped and turned around directly. He walked in the direction where he just got up and walked towards the place where the smoke was more dense.

At the center of the martial arts arena, Zhuang Shiyin's clothes and robes were blown to pieces, and his whole body was bloody. Thick smoke mixed into his bloodstream, which mercilessly hindered his recovery from injury, and made him roll on the ground and roar in agony.

It's a pity that all the people close to him were blown away, and no one came back to save him.

Under his painful and desperate eyes, Chu Yicheng came to him. There was a trace of blood on his mouth, but there was no sign of weakness on his face. In his hand, he carried the sword he had just used to fight with Zhuang Shiyin. He walked to Zhuang Shiyin's side, and then raised his arm and stabbed him with a silent sword.

Poof

”Ah --”

the sound of heartrending screams pierced the eardrums of Su Taizong's disciples, and awakened them from the nightmare of explosion.

Su Muwu couldn't do it any more. He clapped his hands fiercely and stood up from his stool. A strong seven stream like the breeze and waves burst out of him.

Chu Yicheng held his sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword pierced into Zhuang Shiyin's body without any barrier. Zhuang Shiyin's body was stiff, and his protruding eyes were staring at Chu Yicheng. His body sank completely and there was no movement.