Chapter 426 (1/2)
This is destined to be a unilateral massacre of the battle, with the world's fastest Zichen, not afraid of siege.
Even if there are more attacks in the sky, he can dodge quickly and contact with few attacks. I can't avoid it. Let's hit it again.
But every blow he made had a lot of weight.
”Peng!” With a loud noise, a spirit soldier was swept by the fist and broke into pieces.
The crowd turned pale and felt incredible. Why do you see two soldiers who can break the spirit with their bare hands. And many strong face, also have the color of doubt.
Next to him, the monk put his hands together and murmured to himself, as if chanting for the dead, with a solemn face.
”Shua!”
The void trembled, and a chill appeared from behind Zichen. A sharp sword light pointed to his back heart. This is a sneak attack. The timing is very accurate. Yukong is good at assassinating.
However, Zichen seemed to have expected it, and his body was like a ghost. He dodged the blow to the side, and at the same time, he made a brilliant fist.
”Peng!” Another spirit soldier was broken, and his fist was not scattered. He continued to move forward and hit the heart of the sneak attack against Yukong, shattering the other side's internal organs.
The powerful spirit soldiers are indestructible. But today, in the early days of the imperial air, it is like paper paste clay kneaded in general, one hit on the broken. And on weekdays, the powerful Yukong, today, is like a chicken, allowing people to slaughter.
In a short time, more than a dozen of Yukong have died. Zichen's expression was cold, and her hand was quick and decisive. When the other party died, she quickly took away the other party's spiritual ring, which made a lot of people feel extremely ashamed when they were frightened.
”Kill, do your best, kill him quickly!”
A loud and loud drink is still ringing out, eight late imperial air, have all hands, is bound to kill Zichen. Even at this moment, they have a little guess about the identity of Zichen.
More imperial air rushed to attack from all directions, almost forming a net of heaven and earth, but almost useless, and few attacks could fall on Zichen. And even if it falls, there are few who can break the defense.
Zichen is no longer hiding clumsy, showing a fierce killing machine, the whole body is bright, and the unparalleled combat power reappears.
”Boom
With a punch, the golden light flashed, and a later Yukong was beaten by Shengsheng.
All around, people were shocked, this is how familiar a scene, once brought them endless shock.
”Are you... Are you a Da de Sanren?” All the people turned pale. Many Yukong saw this scene, and they were scared to the extreme, and their hearts sprouted with retreat.
Who are Dade Sanren?
That can block the existence of Dan soldiers' attack, and kill a group of hundreds of Yukong to escape with their own strength.
”He's a Dashan. Run!”
”Run
At this moment, the panic in people's hearts was completely aroused. All of them lost the heart to fight and ran away. If you run slower, you will be killed.
”None of you can leave today.” Zichen opens his mouth, his voice is cold, and his eyes contain endless killing intention.
”Boom
Zichen points out, the sky trembles, and a golden fingerprint appears, emitting a bright golden light, and points to a Yukong.
”Ah... No!” The imperial air sends out the panic cry, props up a defense light shield, wants to block this blow.
But it is clearly impossible.
Thunder refers to exploding, destroying energy rippling, instantly engulfing each other. Another god of the sky is destroyed.
The purple Chen flies in the sky and stands, did not pursue other people. He made a seal in his hand, and a great road to Jane's seal appeared.
The long lost extreme Yin and extreme Yang show in turn, bloom endless light, and rush forward in front.
The golden light is sharp and powerful, where it passes, there is a tiny scratch in the space, which can erase everything.
Those fleeing figures, through the golden light, fell from the sky one by one, and their vitality dissipated.
The sound of panic and appeal for mercy reverberated in the sky.
”Dade Sanren, you are not a monk, you are a devil.”
”Ah... Devil... Help!”
”Dade Sanren, if you are so cruel and kill innocent people, you will not die well.”
The sound of cursing and angry swearing is also constantly ringing.
Zichen stood in the air, cursing and cursing on the opposite side, and his expression did not fluctuate. He is also as indifferent as before. His hand seal is constantly appearing, and all kinds of powerful fighting skills are displayed. The bright golden light flickers from time to time, killing a royal air.
”What a powerful fighting skill, each of which has caused a great disturbance.” The monk's face was solemn, as if detached from the ordinary. Only when Zichen uses war skills, will there be human color in his eyes.
Every combat skill of Zichen is extraordinary.