Chapter 237 (1/2)

”It's a little interesting!”

Situ Cheng grinned, and the killing intention in his eyes became stronger and stronger. ”It can barely make this devil play for a moment. In that case, let you also see the real means of this devil!”

Situ Cheng uttered a fierce roar, and the evil Qi on his body surface surged forward one after another.

In an instant.

A huge shadow condensed in front of situ Cheng at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The evil shadow was clearly condensed by the magic gas, but at the moment of condensation, it contained magnificent and amazing magic power.

This oppression.

Compared with situ Cheng's evil spirit, I don't know how many times he is pure.

Zhao Fang has only felt this evil spirit on one person.

Especially when he saw the appearance of the phantom, he was shocked and blurted out, ”Troll Tu Sen!”

The shadow is no one else, just like the troll Tucson.

Just.

Compared with the real Tu Sen, the shadow is countless times weaker, rigid and dull, and has no sense of flexibility.

”Hmm? You can recognize him.”

Situ Cheng was surprised and immediately laughed proudly, ”yes, this is Tu Sen, the troll who killed hundreds of thousands of miles in blood that day. With his ability, he can destroy the northern territory by playing between his fingers. It can be described as a raging devil!

My evil shadow is made of his blood. Although I don't have his real power, even some ordinary martial emperors don't dare to attack his edge. If you can die in the hand of the evil shadow, you will not disgrace the name of your genius! ”

It is needless for situ Cheng to say that Zhao Fang also felt a great threat on this demon shadow.

”Level 1 rage, open!”

Without hesitation, Zhao Fang opened level-1 rage, and his strength soared to the peak of wuzun in an instant.

Situ Cheng noticed the change of Zhao Fang's breath and just sneered, ”Emperor Wu can't compete with it. Even if you have the peak strength of Wu Zun, what can you do?”

”It's enough to kill you!”

Zhao Fang didn't say much. When his strength soared, he didn't hesitate to shoot. The sword light was like a rainbow and cut into the shadow in front of situ Cheng.

Boom!

When the sword light roared, Shengsheng cut the shadow to pieces without leaving a piece.

”Dead? So easy?”

Xuanji, whose face turned white not far away, was stunned to see this scene.

However.

She noticed.

After chopping the shadow, Zhao Fang didn't show any relaxed color on his face.

”What!”

Xuanji suddenly exclaimed.

However, seeing the original broken shadow, it condensed again in the blink of an eye.

There is no trace of injury!

”How could this happen?”

Xuanji thinks to herself that she knows situ Cheng very well.

But when she saw this scene, she felt ridiculous for her childish idea!

Zhao Fang looked indifferent, and the ten pulse divine sword played again.

The situation is the same as before!

The shadow was cut to pieces, but soon it recovered as before!

It's like.

This demon shadow has the immortal magic power that only the strong above the martial god can control.

But Zhao Fang knew better that it was impossible!

If the troll Tucson himself, he might have such a magic power.

However, the magic shadow in front of us is just an illusory shadow. We can't even call it a real ”devil”. How can we have this kind of supernatural power against the sky.

Since it's not an immortal magic power, what's the explanation for the scene in front of you?

Zhao Fang raised his head, his deep eyes, looked around at the strong magic Qi like dark clouds, and a trace of enlightenment appeared in his eyes.

”Ha ha ~ in this Troll Valley, this demon is invincible. Don't say you're just a little wuzun, even Emperor Wu can't turn over any storm!”

Situ Cheng laughed proudly.