Chapter 171 (1/2)

Looking at the bloody Zhang Hui, who had soaked his clothes, laughed wantonly and said, ”I didn't expect that I would be forced to use this move. Zhang Jin, you can be proud. Remember, when you go down to see the king of hell, you must say that I killed Zhang Hui, ha ha...”

The long sword was thrown to the ground by Zhang Hui with a soft noise. Then he saw his body leaning back strangely at an angle of 90 degrees!

A pair of hands stretched out in parallel, forming claws with blood light on them.

oh

Zhang Jin looked at this scene in surprise and was curious. Where did Zhang Hui's self-confidence come from? Is it based on his own blood?

When Dianwei saw that the scene had become so strange, he also took the careless mind and treated it carefully. Unparalleled had reached the critical value of opening. There was a faint rainbow light on his body, just like the Saiya people in the seven dragon ball started the Qi field.

Kill

A roar almost like a monster came, and he saw Zhang Hui suddenly stand up. His figure was like a ghost and frantically jumped at Zhang Jin standing there.

Watching him rush over, Zhang Jin didn't step back because Kong Ming was standing in front of him.

”Thunder!”

Kong Ming's feather fan suddenly threw it up and pinched it with both hands. Thunder clouds filled the sky above his head, as if it had suddenly appeared out of thin air. Then he saw only a thunderbolt falling from the sky, as if it had been positioned, and accurately split on Zhang Hui who came running.

The crash was deafening, but to Kong Ming's surprise, Zhang Hui didn't stop, even after being struck by thunder.

He rushed forward madly and locked Zhang Jin with desperate red eyes.

So fierce?

Zhang Jin opened his mouth in surprise. To tell the truth, from the beginning to now, he has met so many opponents. Such a fierce opponent is really the first time.

In particular, Zhang Hui's Scarlet eyes and his body, which was almost cooked with smoke after being split by thunder, were pounding forward madly without a pause.

The sound of Bo came, and the light shield made of white light seemed to rebound Zhang Hui back. But strangely, Zhang Hui collided very fast, and even the light shield made of white light was broken.

Overturned?

Lin Miao, who was stared at by Xie Bi'An not far away, looked at the scene a little confused.

Zhang Hui is too fierce. Who could have thought that Zhang's ancestors still had this means? Fortunately, they didn't confront Zhang Hui. Otherwise, they really don't know how to die.

Whether Zhang Jin, Xu Chu, or Kong Ming Chifa, they were surprised by this scene, even if they drove unparalleled Dianwei.

Only Xie Bi'An, standing beside Lin Miao, smiled jokingly and said to himself, ”even his soul is burning. This is a suicide attack. Even if it is done, he will lose his soul.”

Xie Bi'An's words are really good. This is a secret of Zhang Jia, and it is not passed on, because even if it is spread, no one will learn it.

Learning this set of secrets is equivalent to suicide, especially when used, so it is really not far from death.

Oh

Zhang Hui, whose eyes were red with blood, fell down in front of Zhang Jin. It was close at hand, but when he heard a roar, Dianwei's body braved a hot red awn. During the roar, if it was like a shell, it hit Zhang Hui, who was almost dead.

Boom

The two figures collided into the distance at the same time and passed by Zhang Jin's side. The violent wind blew on Zhang Jin's face, making his face a little painful.

To tell the truth, this is the first time Zhang Jin has been so close to death!

At that moment, even if Zhang Hui's hand turned into a sharp claw, it was still pulled on Zhang Jin. Zhang Jin didn't have a hundred years of skill blessed defense. I'm afraid it's not as simple as breaking a little clothes. It's very likely that his intestines will wear out!

He looked down at the torn corner of his clothes. Zhang Jin turned his head and looked at Dianwei who got up from the ground. He smashed at the sharp claw with a double halberd. He didn't even talk. He only knew that when Zhang Hui roared, Zhang Jin's eyes were red.

”Tear him up for me!”

As soon as Zhang Jin's words fell, he saw that Kong Ming took the lead in rushing over, holding a folding fan in his hand. His face was cold. He bit the feather fan with his mouth, and his hands gathered rapidly. While running, he shouted: ”soldier, pro, fighter...”