Chapter 1218: Kill Jiang Shuihan

"Feng Ying!"
A strong anxiety surged to the river, and my heart was panic.
"call out!"
Feng Wuchen's figure appeared in the enchantment out of thin air, just tens of meters away from the river.
"I haven't recovered much in an hour's time." Feng Wuchen looked at Jiang Shuihan with a playful expression.
When Jiang Shuihan saw Feng Wuchen, his eyeballs instantly enlarged to the extreme, extremely shocked, his expression stiff, and he couldn't say a word.
"Tell you a good news, I have killed all the subordinates you brought." Feng Wuchen sneered and looked at Jiang Shuihan with a playful look.
Jiang Shuihan looked dazed, his body motionless.
"What? Are you surprised? Don't you dare to believe that my injury has recovered?" Feng Wuchen asked with a sneer looking at Jiang Shuihan, who was full of shock.
"How could your injury..." Jiang Shuihan was shocked.
Feng Wuchen's injury has recovered 80%, if he wants to, the regeneration magic can instantly heal him.
In an hour's time, with the help of the pill, Jiang Shuihan only recovered 20%, but Feng Wuchen almost recovered. How could he believe this?
"Jiang Shuihan, your time to die is here." Feng Wuchen said fiercely. The dagger in his hand was turned over, and he exploded without hesitation.
Jiang Shuihan was terrified and immediately got up and retreated.
Jiang Shui Fever is serious, and he is not a clean opponent at all.
"What the is going on with this kid? How could his injury recover so quickly?" Jiang Shuihan panicked and angered, and he couldn't understand how he thought.
An hour's time, even if it is swallowing the miraculous medicine, it will take time to absorb the power of the medicine, right?
"You can't run." Feng Wuchen sneered, his mind moved, and his figure disappeared in a blink of an eye.
"Not good!" Jiang Shuihan's expression changed drastically, and he wanted to avoid it.
It is a pity that the speed of Jiang Shuihan is no longer as terrible as it was at the peak.
"boom!"
"puff!"
When Feng Wuchen reappeared, before Jiang Shuihan had any reaction, there was a sudden explosion, and the overbearing force shook Jiang Shuihan's mouth with blood, and his newly recovered injury deteriorated again.
"Killing you, there are thirty-six heavenly monarchs, enough to damage the strength of the Moon God Palace, if Chi Qingshan knows, I don't know if he will be angry." Feng Wuchen sneered.
"What the is going on? His strength has actually recovered." Jiang Shuihan was puzzled.
Even if Feng Wuchen's injury recovers, the strength that can be consumed by the battle has now recovered.
Unimaginable, this is beyond Jiang Shuihan's cognitive scope.
"call out!"
"boom!"
Jiang Shuihan just stabilized, and suddenly there was another loud noise. Jiang Shuihan vomited blood again, and his figure flew out.
With two heavy blows, Jiang Shuihan's injury worsened and his body was shaking.
"What are the last words? Say it!" Feng Wuchen's figure appeared behind Jiang Shuihan like a ghost.
Jiang Shuihan was startled, and quickly drew back.
"Huh! Want to kill Bendutong? Delusion! Don't forget that Bendutong didn't sacrifice any magic weapon from beginning to end. Do you really think that Bendutong is just that capable?" Jiang Shuihan said fiercely, looking fiercely from the corner of his eyes. The wind behind is clean.
"Oh? Really?" Feng Wuchen has no fear on his face, even if the river is cold and great, Feng Wuchen is not afraid at all.
Jiang Shuihan was seriously injured and consumed a huge amount of strength, and now offering a magic weapon is of no avail.
A powerful force erupted from Jiang Shuihan's body, cyan light flashed, but the aura was much weaker than before.
As soon as his mind moved, Jiang Shuihan offered a blue light bead, which was a heavenly artifact, quickly helping Jiang Shuihan to breathe.
"Jiang Shuihan, you are already at the end of the crossbow, resisting is useless at all." Feng Wuchen sneered, and didn't take Jiang Shuihan's fairy tools seriously.
After the words fell, Feng Wuchen's figure appeared on the left side of Jiang Shuihan.
Jiang Shuihan suddenly looked to the left, but Feng Wuchen's figure disappeared again.
"You are stupid, or you are too conceited, and even if you are seriously injured, you dare to stay. It seems that God is going to stop you." Feng Wuchen's voice sounded strangely from Jiang Shuihan's right.
Jiang Shuihan couldn't figure out where Feng Wuchen was, and the skin on his face twitched violently.
"There is a kind of get out!" Jiang Shuihan whispered.
"Am I not here?" Feng Wuchen's figure appeared strangely in front of Jiang Shuihan.
"Go to hell!" Jiang Shuihan was startled, then roared and slammed into Feng Wuchen with his palm.
"boom!"
The moment Jiang Shuihan attacked, Feng Wuchen once again disappeared out of thin air, and this punch blasted into the air.
"Ah! Get out! Get out!" Jiang Shuihan roared repeatedly.
"laugh!"
At that moment, a dagger pierced Jiang Shuihan's heart abruptly, and Jiang Shuihan's body shook violently.
"Asshole!" Jiang Shuihan looked at his chest in horror, blood pouring out wildly.
"When people roar, they are venting their anger, but this is often the most deadly flaw." Feng Wuchen's cold voice came from behind him.
"It's all... actually died in your hands..." Jiang Shuihan said angrily. At this moment, I don't know if there is any regret in Jiang Shuihan's heart, regret coming to kill Fengwu. dust.
"Frankly speaking, you are the strongest opponent I have encountered. It's a pity that you are too arrogant and stupid. This is often a fatal existence." Feng Wuchen sneered and slowly pulled out the dagger.
Feng Wuchen knows the truth of letting a tiger go back to the mountain.
Therefore, once there is a chance, Jiang Shuihan will never be allowed to escape.
"How did your injury and strength recover? It can't be so fast." Jiang Shuihan asked, trying to figure it out before he died.
"Since you are a formidable opponent, and in order to let you die, I will not tell you that even if you become a ghost after death, you will be to death. In this way, I will feel at ease. Your storage The ring is mine." Feng Wuchen grinned and took off Jiang Shuihan's storage ring.
"You..." Jiang Shui's internal organs were shaking with cold anger.
It is a pity that the coldness of the river is exhausted, and the breath is slowly dissipating, and he is no longer saved.
Even if you haven't died, I'm afraid that Feng Wuchen's words will be alive to death!
"You could have been alive, but unfortunately you didn't take it well, I'll give you another ride." Seeing the cold river falling down, Feng Wuchen waved his hand, and a ray of black fire flew out.
"Peng!"
Jiang Shuihan's body ignited a black flame and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Most of the Moon God Palace, the strongest heavenly monarch in the spiritual realm, fell.
"From then on, I am the strongest heavenly monarch in the spirit realm, haha!" Feng Wuchen laughed and flew away.
Jiang Shuihan and thirty-six Heavenly Monarchs were killed. Once the Moon God Palace was disturbed, Chi Qingshan would inevitably be furious, and there would be even greater troubles.