Chapter 1402 (1/2)

Zhan Ling's eyes congealed, as if to hear the best joke in the world, ”I can't kill you?”

Zichen weak dim figure, looking at the war spirit, calm way: ”of course!”

Zhan Ling was furious: ”joke, I don't want to kill you because I think you are good. If you want to control you and work for me, don't forget my identity!”

Purple Chen light smile, the face has the meaning of sarcasm, that expression seems to say, you can't kill me.

”Good, good, good! Since you want to die on your own initiative, I will show you my real means. But I'm not going to kill you, because it's good for me to keep you Zhan Ling was very angry and laughed.

This time, Zichen did not answer, he answered with facts.

A sword appeared in his hand. The sword was pale gold, slender and had some barbs on it.

Seeing the strange sword, Zhan Ling disdained to say with a smile: ”just that knife didn't kill me. Can you kill people with this broken sword? And if you look at the color of the sword, it's almost impossible to show its substance

Purple Chen still did not speak, this is not he does not want to speak, it is already had no redundant strength.

The other side is too strong to imagine.

Now, Zichen is afraid that if he talks again, his body will not condense, and it will dissipate directly!

Zichen did not speak, even her eyes were closed.

”Arrogant!”

The fighting spirit was angry and his body turned into a sword again. Although the power of this sword was weaker than that just now, it was enough to kill the present Zichen.

When the light of the sword came, Zichen didn't open his eyes. He just stabbed the slender sword in his hand towards the front.

In the light of sword, Zhan Ling saw the stab, and the sarcasm on his face was more intense.

With such a little power, trying to block him is just a dream!

This stab did not block the sword light.

But the significance of this stab itself is not to block, but to kill.

With this stab, the void ahead seems to be pierced, and a circular space black hole appears, which seems to extend to another direction.

The stab ignored the sword, so it went through the black hole near the sword and stabbed it in.

With such a stab, the sword not far away suddenly began to tremble, and then a frightened voice rang out: ”how can this be possible?”

After roaring, the sword light explodes directly in front of Zichen, and the figure of the fighting spirit becomes apparent.

At the moment, in the heart of Zhan Ling, there is a slender sword, and this sword is just Zichen's sword.

Of course, Zichen will not admit that this is a sword.

Because it's a thorn. It's called Dragon sting!

The origin of noumenon is alien dragon!

”You...” Zhan Ling looks at the heart part, that gradually dissipates the Dragon thorn, and then looks up at the purple Chen in disbelief.

He was stabbed by a humble sword.

At this moment, with the disappearance of the long sword in the chest, Zhan Ling also felt that his life was disappearing with the sword.

Zichen opened his eyes. He was tired and weak, but he was still calm: ”this is not a sword, it's a dragon sting! If you fully awaken the alien identity, you may recognize this kind of thing! This is a weapon held by a fellow alien like you. Today is my first time to use it. It seems that the effect is good! ”

Warling's body began to shake. I don't know whether it was Qi or the soul was on the verge of disappearing.

Zichen began to agglomerate the final strength in the body and said calmly: ”I said before, your destiny has been doomed, so you are doomed to end here! And that's what will end you! ”

Words fall, purple Chen raises golden scabbard, toward front battle spirit one chop.

It's just a random chop. There's no technique to speak of. The power contained in it is so weak that it can be ignored.

However, these forces were like the last straw that overcame the camel. After the light knife light touched the body of Zhan Ling, the strength used by Zhan Ling to maintain his body was scattered, and then his body disappeared like smoke.

Countless years ago, it was such a thing that destroyed his alien life.

After countless years, he became a war spirit and died under the scabbard.

This may really be fatalism.

……

Outside, looking at the motionless two people, people's faces are full of tension.

The result of the collision of minds will be revealed almost immediately.

But the victory or defeat between Zichen and Zhanling seems to be a little late.

Between heaven and earth, the oppressive feeling of spiritual suppression still exists, and no one rushes forward.

From their expressions, they could not see anything unusual. Just as they were waiting for something anxious, the pressure between heaven and earth suddenly disappeared.

When the prestige disappears, it means that the victory or defeat has been divided. People's expressions are more tense, and their eyes are still staring at the two people in front of them.

Two people Still motionless.”Why not move?”

”Who lives and who dies?”

Both of them have no breath of life at present, so people can't judge who lives or who dies.

Although we have lost patience, we can only wait now.

”Zichen It's not going to happen? ” Manshi looked ahead, worried.

There was no one to answer him because everyone wanted to know the answer and everyone was nervous.

A gust of strong wind blows, blowing the leaves in the forest, bringing up the clothes of the two people and making a sound, which also drives the figure of Zhan Ling.