Chapter 342 (2/2)
In Jianying Valley, the atmosphere becomes very depressing. Many murderous intentions are gathered together, which is almost substantive and makes people's scalp numb.
Zichen stood in the valley, glancing at the crowd, without fear, as if not aware of this killing intention.
”Boy, I hate your expression. I'm so arrogant when I'm dying.” A Yukong mouth, voice cold, at the same time, he stepped on the air, space produced ripples, toward Zichen point out a finger.
”Shua!”
The sword Qi attacked, very sharp, like a light, but Zichen's body shape flashed, thunder and lightning nine died out, easily escaped.
”How dare you hide, how dare you?” Imperial air rage, torrent of energy surging, terrifying pressure down, impact of Zichen retrogression.
”Well, that's right.” Yukong sneers and is very satisfied with his masterpiece.
In Zichen's eyes, the cold light flickered, but she held back.
He wants to take a long line and catch big fish. Even if he can't catch big fish, he has to catch more small fish. But in front of the imperial air, obviously just stepped into this realm soon, the purple Chen killed too many imperial air, such person, already did not put in the heart.
He wanted to catch big fish and catch big fish like Wang Zhenwei. Only by killing some of those who have the hope of breaking through to the patriarchal level, can the big forces really feel sorry.
Zichen was surrounded by the British Valley, this news, instantly passed out, spread throughout the southern region, causing an uproar.
This is what Tiansha Pavilion deliberately did to draw Su long.
Surrounded by dozens of imperial air, Zichen is in danger.
People in the world who pay attention to Zichen's event are worried about Zichen. One by one sighs in their hearts, and a demon is going to fall like this.
Obviously, they don't think there is a miracle.
”Boom
Yukong doesn't dare to attack the assassin, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't dare to attack. At this moment, several Yukong's hands attack each other, and Zichen's body twinkles like a phantom, but he is still hit by an energy and coughs up blood.
He turned pale and stepped back again.
”Ha ha, aren't you very strong, the evil spirit with incomparable fighting power? Now how are you counselling me? How can you do it?”
”What evil spirit, is a rubbish.”
”Such people dare to shout in front of us. In front of the imperial air, they are not farts.”
Many imperial air hands, is very fierce, they do not kill Zichen, but can hurt him. But not far away, it is the mockery of a group of true Yuan state friars. How strong Zichen was at the beginning, how shocked and frightened they were, how mean and humiliated they would be today.
”Poof!”
Zichen coughs up blood again, his face is pale, but his eyes are calm. But such a look in the eyes of others is despair and helplessness.
”Terrible, terrible!”
”Zichen really wants to play a big game. Does he want to kill all the people of the big power?”
”There are more than 60 Yukong. He has to wait for the arrival of the suzerain.”
Zichen is humiliated, but has been tolerating, let Wu Mo and others color change, secretly call Zichen terrible, swear in the heart, will not be the enemy of Zichen.
There are more and more Yukong monks gathered in chienying Valley, and there are more than 60 monks in zhenyuanjing.
It is absolutely terrible for each side to send out more than a dozen Yukong troops. Even among the big forces, the number of Yukong is not very large.
It's very good for each faction to have dozens of people. The number of people who appear this time, together with those who have fallen before, has nearly reached half.
This is a very terrible number. If half of the number of the imperial air is lost here, it is equivalent to reducing the strength of the big forces by 50%.
”Have you enough?”
People come almost, among them with Wang Zhenwei of the same level, have come a lot, Zichen wipe off the blood of the corner of the mouth, eyes glance at the air.
”What?” A Yu Kong sneers, the whole body surging strong breath.
This is a strong man of the same level as Wang Zhenwei, who is about to break through the patriarchal level. Just now I saw Wang Zhenwei snort coldly. Before that, he hurt Zichen with one blow.
”I say you are enough. Isn't it shameless for so many people to deal with me?” Purple Chen cold voice asks a way.
”Hum, shameless, you are just a mole ant. How can you talk about shamelessness in front of us?” Another Yukong sneers.
”Ants?” Purple Chen corner of the mouth had a touch of ridicule, ”I am mole ant, that you are what, high God?””For people like you who can be crushed to death with one finger, I am a God, and you are a mole ant.” Yukong is very proud.
”Yes, you're such a local chicken. I can beat you to death with one blow and crush to death with one foot. What are we not gods?” There is also the imperial way.
Purple Chen sneer, in the eye kill machine explodes flash, way: ”God, that is very good, today I let you see, who is the real God.”
”Boom
As the words fell, the whole Jianying valley became furious, and a staff array flag appeared, emitting a terrible smell. There were 80 poles, covering the whole valley.