Chapter 2213 (2/2)

On the other side, the knife light quickly swept down, cutting open the space, with the momentum of indomitable.

This time, Zichen did not resist, but with a tight right fist, toward the energy long knife to fight.

This punch, full of strength, instantly exploded the space and turned into a black hole.

The physical body collides with the energy weapon head-on, and the energy weapon explodes under Zichen's fist.

Under the expression of shock on the face of the saint, Zichen's fist did not decrease at all and fell on the other side's chest.

”Boom

The surging energy explodes and spreads out, and the defense of the opponent's body surface is instantly shattered by Zichen's fist. The powerful force infuses the other party's chest, and the sound of bone fragmentation is constantly ringing.

The holy man flew upside down. I don't know how many ribs were broken. The blood coughed up with a big mouth was accompanied by fragments of viscera that were broken.

He was defeated by one blow and stabilized his figure. Looking at Zichen's face, he was full of fright.

”You see the wrong place!”

A cold voice suddenly sounded from behind the frightened saint. The saint's face changed greatly. In an instant, he turned around and hit the rear.

Holy power like a big wave, crazy along the palm print forward.

In the awe of the saint's expression, a fist with the light of golden thunder broke his hasty palm, and then fell on his chest again with overwhelming power.

”Hum!”

His whole body trembled at this moment. The powerful fist light directly penetrated his chest and flew away towards the distance, leaving a punch hole in the void.

The holy man's body stopped in mid air and looked down at his empty chest in disbelief. His fist not only destroyed his chest and viscera, but also entered the sea of his knowledge and carried out comprehensive destruction.

His immortal soul, destroyed by this energy, could not be repaired quickly. In other words, the speed of destruction exceeds the speed of repair.

The last trace of soul was lost, the saint with the solidification of disbelief, fell to the earth, hit the thunder not far away.

”I am worthy of being against the heaven. I am really strong! Even in my heyday, I'm afraid I can't defeat him! Well, it's a good death this time. ” Thunder shook his head and sighed.

He didn't go to recover, so he looked at the battle between the fields.

After only two fists, one saint was killed, while the other Saint just stabilized his body and just locked in the direction of Zichen's real body.

Looking at his companion who was so easy to die, his face was also full of horror, and his heart had already sprouted the idea of retreat.

Instead of trying to escape, he was prepared to delay time and wait for the new saints to join him.

Among the crowd, the cold faced saints changed their faces, but without too much hesitation, they immediately stepped out and joined the battle.

Among them, two saints rushed to Zichen, and the remaining three saints stood in the distance to seal, ready to use the heavenly way.

Seeing the five saints coming out all of a sudden, and the former one was six people, the crowd was also constantly sending out the voice of exclamation.

Thunderstorm frowned discontentedly, and said, ”what's the matter? So soon, so many people are besieged. Did you despise me before

Thunder murmuring to himself, is the last time of self entertainment just, no one will respond to him. At the moment, everyone's eyes are staring at the sky, staring at Zichen.

Huan Kai and others were very anxious, and they also felt itchy and wanted to go forward.

”You don't have to fight this war for the time being!”

Zichen's voice rings in the public's awareness of the sea. This time, it is obviously not only the so-called treasure that no one knows, but more like a conspiracy.

If Guangyao and others rush out all at once, they are doomed to frighten the opponent away. Therefore, Zichen must face this battle by himself. He also wants to see where his limit is and how many saints can be killed.

At the foot of the light flash, in a voice of thunder family exclamation of speed, Zichen with a speed beyond imagination, rushed to the saint.”Die!”

The holy one burst a drink, a sword toward Zichen face door stab, sword light shining, reflecting each other's tense and ferocious expression.

This time purple Chen did not block, just side body dodges past.

In the eyes of the saints, his speed suddenly slowed down, and his actions could not catch up with his thinking. He watched Zichen easily avoid this blow, and then used the clenched left fist to hit him hard on his chest.

The saint's body, in an instant bending, like shrimp, and then follow the purple Chen oblique and upward fist to the sky.

”Poof!”

The Holy Blood sprinkles out like bloody raindrops all over the sky.