Chapter 463 (1/2)

I didn't expect that I haven't seen him in a year, but Bai Chen has developed a new move. The power of this move is obviously similar to that of the confession death bullet. The difference is that the confession death bullet takes a very long time to accumulate power. This move can be launched instantly in a short time!

”Double color wind fire cross cut!”

Bai Chen doesn't seem to have much patience. Just after taking off, he feels that his power is saturated, and then he can't help but chop the double swords down.

At that time, an extremely terrible two-color cross sword Qi splits down from the sky. I'm afraid that such power will blow away half of the whole Castle Peak town in an instant!

”This guy, is he crazy? He doesn't care about people's life or death!” Just when the people on the street were scared by the momentum of this move, Yang Qiuyu also sighed helplessly. As soon as he wanted to stop it, a light blue barrier rose around.

The barrier is not big. It just covers Bai Chen and Mo Ying. However, the barrier completely insulates Bai Chen from the pressure fluctuation of cross sword Qi, which makes the onlookers feel relieved.

Looking at the cage barrier in front of them in surprise, people's eyes didn't feel that they were looking at the person who made the move. There was a look of fear in their eyes.

”Elder martial brother, your move to Xuantian water prison is really unusual.” Nangong Liucheng approaches Wang Jun and deliberately lowers his voice.

Hearing this, Wang Junmei's head wrinkled. Xuantian water prison was a move that xuanlao only passed on to his disciples. How could he know?

Just inside the barrier, Mo Ying burst into thunder. With the most authentic three unique swordsmanship, Nangong Liucheng ignored Wang Jun's doubts and closed the folding fan in his hand and walked towards the two people in the water prison.

”Ladies and gentlemen, if you continue to fight like this, some people will be happy.”

After being reminded by Nangong Liucheng, Mo Ying and Bai Chen look in the direction of Hades and others. Sure enough, the ghost king comes with a smile in his mouth.

Seeing the deep eyes of the ghost king, Mo Ying can't help but feel a little confused: we are here to capture the rare treasure of the tomb of heaven and sea. If we entangle with Bai Chen for too long, it is bound to give the underworld sect the first chance. What's more, Bai Chen is smart and needs him to open the tomb of heaven and sea

After weighing the pros and cons, Mo Ying gradually took back the sword and said indifferently, ”I'll let you go today because of the friendship I once had, but I'm sure I'll get back the hatred of Mr. Shu for the college, so you...”

Mo shadow hasn't finished speaking, see white Chen again burst to come, helpless palm a lift, again collide with it.

”Bang!”

It's another two palms boom, a figure was suddenly flustered by the shock fly, along the way broke the water prison, fly out of the posture, unbearable.

”What

People were surprised to see that the person who was shocked was mo Ying of Yunxiao sword sect. At the moment, they were all stunned. Many people even rubbed their eyes. They couldn't believe what they saw.

Seeing that Mo Ying was shocked to fly out, Qin Lang moved quickly and caught him.

With the help of Qin Lang, Mo Ying finally stands firm, stumbles back to Wang Jun and others, immediately looks down at a wisp of black smoke left in his palm, and then looks into Bai Chen's eyes, full of Horror: ”what was that just now?”

Bai Chen takes advantage of the chaos holy flame hidden in the palm of his hand. At the moment of fighting back Mo Ying, he takes it back to the palm of his hand. The speed is so fast that he doesn't leave any trace. Let alone the generation of Tang Qin and Bai Zhixue, even the ghost king, elder Duan and Wang Jun can't see the truth clearly.

If there were not too many people here, Bai Chen would have used chaos Saint Yan to fight against Mo Ying.

A palm shakes back Mo Ying, but Bai Chen doesn't have the slightest move, his drooping eyes, unexpectedly gradually drop out tears.