Chapter 419 (1/2)

The more the rain, the more it hit the area where Bai Chen and Mo Zhan were facing each other, splashing a layer of water mist.

At the moment, the sky roared, a flash of lightning cut across the sky, and then there was a huge thunder, which seemed to tear the sky, reflecting Bai Chen's determined face.

She didn't care that her clothes were wet at the moment. Yang Chaoyue looked at the thin figure in front of her eyes, and her eyes were almost dull.

Bai Chen quoted xuanlao's words, but it happened to touch Yang Chaoyue's heart again.

”Boom!”

A loud noise once again cut across the sky, and the lightning was extremely bright. The corner of Bai Chen's mouth, gradually evoked a smile.

Being able to fight one-on-one with tianlingwalker is a wonderful thing for him. Therefore, in the face of the fierce pressure of the spirit, Bai Chen is more excited.

The rain fell on the hard wind sword and gave off bursts of subtle trembling sounds, which seemed incredible.

Keeping the posture of holding the sword horizontally, Bai Chen gradually sticks the finger of the other hand from the tip of the sword to the body of the sword. At that time, the whole sword will tremble violently, and the voice of sadness will be more harsh.

”Come on, Mo - Chop!”

There was a roar of excitement from the deep of his throat. Bai Chen held the wind sword and cut it. An invisible sword cut countless water drops in front of him and cut away in the direction of the ink chopping.

Inexplicably, the speed of the sword was amazing. Mo Zhan didn't dare to neglect it at all. He held the sword in his hand and tried to block it.

”Bang!”

A crisp sound, in the air burst, ink cut was shocked again all the way back.

Seize his flaw, white Chen body suddenly move, at the same time, his hands quickly seal, and a loud drink: ”drunk eight immortals third style, tie God Ling!”

Words fall, from the palm of his hand to fly out of a gold line, the speed of strange fast toward the ink cut winding away.

Feeling the extraordinary fluctuation of the golden thread, Mo Zhan squinted his eyes and stepped on his feet. His body rose up to the sky.

However, this tie God Ling is like a long snake with spirituality, and even looks up to catch up.

”With that, you want to beat me too!”

Looking down at the gold thread flying under him, the long sword in mocha's hand whirled rapidly, and a whirlwind cut turned the gold thread into a golden awn.

However, in this short gap, Bai Chen's long sword has stabbed his vest.

Unexpectedly, Bai Chen spared his back. Mo Zhan immediately gave a cold hum, raised his backhand and just kicked the long sword back.

”Heaven splitting palm!”

The long sword was bounced back, and Bai Chen didn't panic at all. He raised the palm of his other hand and patted the top of his head from top to bottom.

”Hunyuan Tianying palm!”

Ink cut a burst to drink, accompanied by a black spirit break out of the body, he is also instant palm high, meet up.

”Bang!”

The two palms collided with each other, and the terrible spirit wave broke out, blowing a crack in the ground under them.

This time the collision, two people almost equal, ink cut feet suddenly fell to the ground, shake up the water mist, and white Chen, is to follow the trend, fell to a tree.

Four eyes opposite, in this thunder and lightning rain night, burst out the sparks.

Just a moment's fight, Yang Chaoyue almost lost her chin. They are similar in age, but their strength is far superior to that of the barbaric country Qi Ye!