Zhanxian

Unfortunately, too many elders expect only the beginning, but not the end. In his imagination, the scene of Yang Chen's weak-looking ghost knife being bounced off did not appear.

Well, this kid is powerful, he has a tight grip, and he can withstand a massive peak level of attack without moving, and he's got two brushes. It's normal for a ghost knife not to be bounced off, but it's impossible for a master who wants to destroy his four Immortals to quench the treasure for thousands of years.

The impossible is possible, the blade and wrist guard touch the moment, too elder instinct feels dangerous. This is an intuition that comes from countless life-and-death exercises and almost never goes wrong.

Almost unconscious, too superior elder's body wanted to retreat. He had already seen that Yang Chen's power was great and his body was huge. If he didn't run especially fast on a legendary shuttle, he wouldn't be fast. With this alone, as long as too many elders can get out of Yang Chen's range of attacks, Yang Chen will basically never attack his elders again.

However, when the blade had cut off the wrist, the thought moved, obviously too late. Cutting the blade of the fairy knife under the support of asthma, cut off the wrist like tofu and cut into the small arm of the elder too.

For a moment, a frightening aura rushed directly from the blade into the body of the elder too, accompanied by that aura, and a feeling of evil doors to the pole, as if suddenly the body had lost control, and he was forced to make some extraordinary moves. With countless memories flashing through my mind, all sorts of unpleasant experiences springing to my mind, I almost started a riot.

Most frightening, Yang Chen's ghost knife also sent a strong suction, and the whole body of blood poured uncontrollably toward the blade. At the same time, two burning hotlines burned fast along their arms all over their bodies, and too many elders could even perceive the boiling of their own blood.

Under all the pain feeling, two strong and unmatched spiritual forces carry an unstoppable momentum directly into the full body meridian, where the spiritual power of the elder too seems to encounter an indestructible army, only symbolic resistance, broken by the separation of those two spiritual forces, can no longer stop the spiritual power from advancing.

The reverse phage brought about by the destruction of the zodiac treasure caused the cultivation of the elders of Tai Shang to suddenly descend into a small realm. A bite of red blood had just poured into the larynx, but it was attracted by the suction of the blade, and the raw pressure returned to the belly. At this point, I almost let the elder pass out.

At the onset of a thousand shots, the elder too barely took control of his divine mind and did not fall into disorientation, but all kinds of hallucinations had begun to appear insane, eroding his only sober consciousness. At this time, he dared to have any thoughts of hiding, and tried his best to free himself from that powerful suction, resisting those complex pains and enduring the struggle.

At this moment, there is only one word left in the Elder's head. Back off! Even if you don't want a pair of small arms, you have to retreat. Only by retreating can life remain, and as long as life remains, there is a chance of turning the plate.

The elder of Tai Shang, who is experienced in battle, is well aware of his current situation. Yang Chen's knife is truly evil, and he can't even bear a single knife. But it's not like there's no chance at all, so long as you can escape this blow and give yourself more than a dozen breaths, there's still hope.

The clouds in the sky are almost over, and the two of them are in a dark place. The elders of Tai Shang are gambling the arrival of the heavenly robbery, Yang Chen is Fabao's stronger, but he is only a descendant of the peak of Yuan Baby. In the face of the horrible storm robbery, there is no way to leave his life behind.

At this time, even if Yang Chen escaped at the fastest possible speed, he could not escape the scope of the storm. The\ 36177; storm robbery triggered by the power of the Immortal Four Pints, even the master of the Grand Multiplier Peak dare not easily observe the gift, let alone almost stand in the center of the sky robbery. Everything can be put back on track as long as Yang Chen can withdraw from the attack range.

The ideals are full, the reality is very boney. When the elder wants to retreat, he suddenly finds out that his body doesn't know when it has lost control. He can't command a piece of muscle, his whole body is paralyzed, but he can't think of anything. When did this happen?

The elder too can only watch his arms turn black when he chops only half of the fairy knife, then chops the fairy knife like a broken bamboo, no stopping at all, directly when his arms are cut into several segments with two natural treasure wrists. Next, the knife remained intact, flashing with a cold sword blade, and reached between his eyebrows.

All this, like slow motion, occurs clearly in front of the elders of the Tai. Yang Chen moved quickly, but every step was too clear for the elders to see, or feel.

Yang Chen's knife cut the elders apart two pieces before the elders' luxurious wind storm came several breaths.

Without the expert control of the Four Immortals, the blood inside the Elder Tai was sucked clean in a flash, and the two pieces of debris had not yet fallen and turned into dry corpses.

The clouds in the sky suddenly lost their target, stopped gathering and began to dissipate slowly. Come and go fast and disappear without a trace. There are only two dry bodies of too many elders left on the ground and traces of fighting left by the two men.

Yang Chen did not take another look at the dead body on the ground, but just raised his hand and put the knife in front of him. Drinking too much of the blood of the elders to chop the fairy knife seems a little different than before.

“Very good pioneer.” Yang Chen's eyes finally stopped on the mutilated body for a moment. Then, after a stroke, the too good Kun Kun bag arrived in his hand. The two mutilated bodies were sent by Yang Chen's wave to the burning innocence and innocence of the bear, and his eyes turned to the ashes to extinguish the smoke, leaving no trace.

“Ling, entertain the experts and ask them about the recent developments at Taitianmen.” Shouting into the void, Yang Chen stood up his knife and began to look at the bag in his hand.

Gong Sun Ling's figure appeared next to Yang Chen empty-handed. Sweet and sweet replied. As Yang Chen ordered, the torture was very wide open to them. Poor guys, we don't know what's going on in the mountain river geographic map, and we'll never get to the beginning. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)