Chapter 285 (1/2)



285 The revival of the Spring Festival (8000-word long chapter) _2

The ground under their feet sank at the same time, and dust instantly rose up, covering a radius of hundreds of meters.

Yang qianhuan was unable to Dodge in time. He stomped his foot in a hurry, and a series of spell formations lit up to form a barrier before shattering in the next moment.

The act tough King felt as if someone had smacked the back of his head with a stick and his back had been hit by the carriage. He was in so much pain that he almost cried out, but he held it in because it was not befitting of his status.

Bang Bang …

After that, he threw two more punches. The bloody glow on the surface of the dream wizard’s body dissipated and the black smoke above his head exploded. He was sent flying like a cannonball.

Jiang Luzhong’s rationality had been crushed by his anger. Now, he was in perfect harmony with a martial artist’s mental state. He was fearless and willing to fight against the heavens and earth.

All of a sudden, Jiang Luzhong felt as if his brain had been pierced by a steel nail and his heart had been cut in half by a knife. He spat out a mouthful of blood. The sudden change made him unable to continue his pursuit.

Killing Curse!

In that instant, the dream wizard had stolen a piece of his clothes and used it to cast a Killing Curse.

If it had been a low-ranked martial artist, he would have died on the spot.

In a battle between high-ranked powerhouses, this kind of interference could almost determine the outcome. The chance of victory was at that moment, but the dream wizard decisively gave up this opportunity because the opponent was a martial artist.

Copper skin and iron bones.

All the major systems hated martial artists and felt that they were crude. Other than the fact that the martial artists had monotonous methods and only knew how to use violence, they were also very weak. There was another reason-martial artists were hard to kill.

They could make mistakes ten, twenty, or even more times. If you couldn’t kill them, you could only slowly grind them down.

And if you made a single mistake, they would beat your brains out.

It might even lift the top of your head to take a look at your brain, and then walk away in disappointment.

‘Pfft, vulgar martial artist.’

After the killing Curse took effect, the dream wizard quickly retreated and fled into the distance.

“Bang!” He then crashed into an invisible wall.

yang qianhuan!! The dream sorcerer roared in anger.

among the formations I’m proficient in, six of them are trapping techniques. Hurry up and break the formation. There are still five more formations waiting. Yang qianhuan reappeared not far away with his back facing the dream witch.

At this moment, just looking at his back, anyone would sigh, “An expert beyond the world!

The dream sorcerer did not have the chance to break the formation anymore. He was not a martial artist and the margin for error was too low. Jiang Luzhong had arrived. His fighting soul had been destroyed by the three punches just now. The dream witch was no longer a ” martial artist “.

As everyone knew, in terms of close combat, the various major systems were like little brothers in front of martial artists.

“Pfft!”

Jiang Luzhong’s fist landed on the dream Sorcerer’s face, causing his head to explode. The red and white parts of his head scattered in all directions.

The headless corpse suddenly stiffened, then slowly wilted.