Vol 7 Chapter 691: next

Cheng Cheng sits on the side of the causeway platform, wearing a veil to cover the view of the surrounding monks. At this moment his brow could not help but wrinkle slightly, saying: "Since it is not an adversary, don't continue on the stage to avoid unnecessary injuries."
She was not attentive to the provocation of the Rongguo mission. Although the blue and white world is good, if the maid of the Huns likes it, let her be. As for the so-called honor and shame, sincerity is not at heart.
"Ma'am, my Rongguo mission has not been defeated." Daoxian slowly spoke, his body flashed a little, and his figure appeared directly on the causeway.
when!
As soon as the gong sounded, a layer of invisible restraint suddenly appeared, which could stop the aftermath of the magical powers caused by the monk's assassination on the causeway, but it would not prevent the monk from withdrawing. If you feel you are out of luck, you can choose to retreat, as long as you leave the causeway, you will be defeated.
Sincerely wanted to speak, but looking at the firmness on his face, he didn't say anything. I couldn't help showing a little anxiety in my eyes, and glanced around, secretly: "Where are you, why haven't you arrived yet?"
Wu Yasi's eyes fell on Daoxian, and a moment of coldness passed across his bright eyes. "Bazat, teach me a good lesson, and let this monk know that he dares to offend the price of the saint of the Huns!" "
Bazat should be, the corner of his mouth gave birth to the color, without any delay, stepped forward, and punched straight to Daoxian.
This man is physically strong, and he is in the body with a perfect body. At this moment, his shot seems to be just a punch, but he has already aroused all his strength, and he has never left.
Dao Xian gritted his teeth, and in the face of Bazat's blow, he also stepped out and yelled, "Fight!"
The word outlet, his breath suddenly soared with an amazing degree, especially that Ling Ran's mighty warfare was even more amazing!
With the roaring exit, Daoxian punched out!
With this punch, he shot with all his strength, integrated his own spiritual will, and the horrific warfare tempered by countless years, all in this punch!
A monk from the War God Palace, born of war, will not step back in the face of strong enemies, and will definitely fight to the end!
boom!
The collision of punches and punches produced an extremely breathtaking breath fluctuation in an instant, the loud noise suddenly burst, and a layer of visible afterglow of power was centered on the two fighting, swept to the surroundings, and annihilated in the cause of defense of the causeway.
Buzzat snorted, his body suddenly stunned, his eyes suddenly burst into shock.
Daoxian, however, took a few steps back, his face suddenly pale, blood flowing from his mouth and nose, his eyes darkened. Based on his creations, even if there is a secret art of War God Palace, and at any cost into his own warfare, it is not the opponent of Bazat, only one punch has been seriously injured. But at this moment, instead of dissipating his external warfare, he seemed to be stimulated by blood and became boiling.
"war!"
Forcibly stopped, Dao Xian didn't pause, rushed forward without retreating, and punched out again!
There was a roar in Bazat's mouth, and an angry flame appeared in his eyes. Based on his cultivation, he couldn't beat this monk with a punch, especially in front of the saint lady, which was a shame to him!
During the roar, the muscles of his arms were as tight as steel, the blue tendons bulged high, and his fists met.
boom!
The second punch,
Daoxian stepped back three steps, the blood of Qiqiao bleeding, his face as white paper, but the warfare grew more and more boiling, exuding a terrifying horror.
Bazat stubbornly resisted the terrifying force transmitted from the opponent, but he still could not completely stop it. He was forced to take a step back from his feet, his heart was angry, and his eyes were burning with a fierce flame!
The two roared at the same time, rushing towards each other frantically.
The loud roar continued to sound, and the area around the causeway gradually became quieter.
Ji Du watched the smiles on the monks' faces gradually converge, showing a hint of admiration in their eyes. Seeing that the injury on the stage was getting worse and worse, the monks who became fiercer and fiercer and fiercely died, they also admired them.
But then, when can you hold on?
Even the monks of the Hun State, now their faces have changed into indifference, moving for Daoxian's tenacity.
Chengcheng is anxious, but at this moment the ban on the causeway is in place. Unless the battle is over, no one can step in.
Bazat kept angering and roaring. He was clearly stronger than his opponents, and his injuries were getting heavier. Every time he thought he could defeat Daoxian, but he insisted on it again and again. Imperious power. At this point, he was suppressed in the downwind!
Undead!
The inheritance of Daoxian War God Palace was not even known to Daomo, until he created the magical power when he created the realm.
At the time of the killing, he was wounded, which could stimulate the potential in the body and burst out an incredible power. The heavier the damage, the stronger the force is.
However, this mystic technique is not without its defects. When the injury suffered exceeds the limit of mystic technique, Daoxian will be directly killed. Even if you barely survive the fight, after the battle is not dead, the price you need to pay is double the injury!
Daoxian became more violent in his external warfare, and even some confusion appeared. His thoughts gradually blurred, and a sigh sighed in his heart, "Master, Dao Xian has done his best." Turning his thoughts in his heart, he punched him in a punch, and flew out through that level of restraint.
A lot of blood spilled from his mouth and nose, and his robe was soaked with blood.
But at this moment Daoxian never landed on the ground, a big hand took him down.
Xiao Chen played a mana to detect his injury, his pupils contracted slightly, and his face became extremely ugly. The mana in his body rolled out, melted into his flesh and closed everything! Such a serious injury, Xiao Chen also had no treatment at the moment, and could only rely on forced repair to temporarily suppress the injury in his body, so as not to explode immediately.
After doing this, he walked silently to the Rongguo ambassador, lowered Daoxian, and slowly said, "Take care of him."
The words fell, Xiao Chen didn't pause for a moment, stepped out, and the figure appeared directly on the causeway.
Bazat's body froze slightly. Although the breathable monk in front of him didn't show his breath, it gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, which actually gave him a chill that he couldn't compete with!
"Who are you?"
Xiao Chen lifted his eyes and fell on the man, and said lightly, "Monk of the Rong State Mission." He dropped his words and shot forward with a blank expression.
boom!
Void trembled, a dark palm suddenly appeared, and it was photographed forward with a thunderbolt.
Bazat's complexion suddenly changed, and there was a look of anger in his eyes. He wanted to withdraw from the causeway during the retreat, but it was too late at this moment.
Click!
This is the crisp sound of the black palm shooting and the bones in the body cracking.
Bazat's mouth and nose swelled with blood and water, and his entire body was photographed in a strange shape. There is even a trace of the power of Yin's roots to penetrate into his flesh, madly corroding all vitality and destroying his flesh.
Just one palm, although this Bazat's life was not required, but this person's cultivation is mostly above the flesh, after this, the cultivation has been mostly abandoned!
Huh!
Bazat fell to the embassy of the Huns and passed out.
Xiao Chen was expressionless. It seemed that only the flies and mosquitoes were filmed casually. He looked coldly at the Hun State Mission, slowly speaking, "Next."
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[Today ’s update is complete. Goodbye everyone, tomorrow. 】