Vol 5 Chapter 291: Cold cliff V inflammation

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Seven figures hit the Yanzheng at the same time, six of them disappeared in an instant, only one in front of him, his right fist, the right bombardment on the chest of Yan Zheng... The strange thing is that the body of Yanzheng It just slammed back a bit, and Wu Sansi’s fist was like being sucked, and the action stagnated there.
drink! !
After a second, Yan was suddenly angry and screaming, and a thunder-like drink, the red light around the body, such as finding a venting mouth, rushed from the place where Wu Sansi’s fist hit, Wu Sansi suddenly He was hit by a heavy hammer and flew straight out in a painful snoring sound. When the body was fast on the ground, it was slowed down, the body twisted, and the feet were firmly attracted to the ground like magnets, without falling. However, his face was filled with a clear and recognizable red tide.
"'Thousands of illusions' are unpredictable, and it is hard to defend, but your skill is not as good as me. When you release the illusion, you must disperse your strength, and the blood of the Northern Emperor is not only released by your hands. Strength, every part of the whole body can be said, it can be said that you are a natural star of the 'Thousands of Magical Body'. These fancy things are still not used. If you want to beat the old man, you will use your degree and honestly. Strength." Yan is backing his hands, said coldly, just like an elder who preached to the younger generation.
Wu Sansi had a heavy breathing. Under the impact of the previous attack, he had suffered internal injuries. Without the explanation of Yan Zheng, he has already known about it in the previous attack. His punch hits his chest and abdomen, and while he creates the illusion, Yan Zheng has begun to accumulate power in the dark. After he hits, the power that is waiting for it is also In an instant, he counterattacked him... As he said, the release of the power of the soul is not only through the hands and feet, but every part of the body can be freely received.
A cold voice, Wu Sansi slightly adjusted, immediately before him, this time, he really did not use thousands of magical illusions, but rushed up without fancy, with his own degree to deal with it.
Wu Sansi can't be said to be weak, and now it is already the first stage of the heavenly level, but there is no small gap between it and Yan Zheng. The skill of the illusion is heavy in the assassin's general blow, and it is not good at fighting. In addition, he has already suffered a lot of internal injuries, and after a dozen or so faces, he has begun to show a lack of support. His movements were incomparably light, but there was still a significant block in the suppression of the gas field outside Yan Zheng, which made his advantage lost. Finally, he sighed, avoiding the slamming and then bouncing back and sighing, sighing: "Under the skill is not as good as people, and then you will lose if you fight."
Yan Zheng took back his hands and said coldly: "There was a saying in the magical world that the world is martial arts, but it is not broken. This is really ridiculous. In the old man's view, in the face of absolute power, the degree is just fancy. One kind, it is not very useful. If you have the power to compare with the old man today, you will be able to win the old man."
Wu Sansi heard a frown and said: "You are wrong, I am not as good as you, can only blame me for not being good at learning, and never dare to say that power is not as good as power..."
Oh...
If a hurricane suddenly blows through, a thin figure is standing in front of Wu Sansi, so that his face has a flash of misunderstanding, the heart is subconsciously shocked... this person, how fast.
Thin face, stiff face, indifferent eyes, not tall or short, slightly slim figure, this person, is suddenly a cold cliff that suddenly burst out. In the hand, holding the broken wind blade that I don’t know when to take it out, pointing to Zheng Zheng.
The appearance of the cold cliff immediately attracted everyone's attention. The eyes of all kinds of eyes locked the man who had only two decades of Chinese, but stood in front of Yan with a strong sense of war and amazing killing. This boy was originally ignored by them, but at this time, the invisible momentum that he suddenly burst out made these people who could stand in the hearts of the Tianwu mainland's magical peaks unable to turmoil.
Yan looked at him carefully, his eyes finally fell on the broken wind blade in his hand, and his heart remembered the information about this person. His face was slightly moved and nodded. "I didn't expect that the old man saw it so soon. A brilliant wizard who will travel the world in his day, today is a worthwhile trip."
I was so impressed by the elders of the Northern Emperor's precepts, but no one felt that they were overstated, because it is easy to see from the momentum alone that the young man of this double-year-old China has already set foot on the heavens!
It’s not that they have been able to embark on the heavens at this age, and they will be legends that will make the world turbulent after decades and decades. In the previous hundred years, in the twenties, when you set foot on the heavens, there is only one person known to all... the of war is rising.
The appearance of this boy makes them not surprised. And this person's expression at this time and his icy and murderous murderous murder is clearly a destined disaster star. They seem to have seen the whole day of the day and the shuddering day. This day is already close at hand.
Chu Jingtian just wants to subconsciously yell at the exit, but he is smashed by the smack of the clothes, whispering: "Don't interfere with him."
Chu Jingtian only retracted the voice that almost broke, and the expression was excited and expectant, and there was no small worry. He and the cold cliff three years of progress with the same, almost every day in the blade of swords, familiar with each other's everything. Nowadays, it is less than a month for Cold Cliff to step into the lower level of the heavens. Does he really have a chance of winning in the face of this passionate and inflamed?
"Little brother, be careful." Wu Sansi paused for a while, remembered the look of the cold cliff, said with a very small voice, then turned and left. Today, he has already looked away. Involuntarily, he looked at the young people who had been with the cold cliffs... If they were all like this boy, then... it was too shocking, and Jane was unbelievable.
"You should be called Leng Lai? You don't need to be surprised. Three years ago, you used the sharp weapon of the God of War to appear in the Tianlong country. Let us have a lot of interest in you. Originally, you were the son of the wind and sun... In just three years, you have gone from the unintentional child to the present day... The blood of the of war is really amazing. Your father is dead, but can have You are not lost to his descendants, although he died without regrets." Yan Zheng said without exclamation.
The atmosphere is once again a condensed, like a well-organized script, after the son of the illusion, the son of the of war immediately followed the front of the inflammatory front, attracting everyone's attention. No one has ever heard of the war of the gods, but in the name of Yan Zheng, he will not confess. Inadvertently, they got a message of extraordinary significance.
It’s no wonder that the son of God of War has such an imposing manner! They began to look forward to his performance.
Even though this inflammation is his words in a few words, the cold cliff is still calm and waveless, and the breath has quietly locked in Yan Zheng, ready to attack.
"God attack and defense are all in the realm of Shinto, and you, but rely on the temperament, it seems that you appear to be dissatisfied with what I said before, then use your strength to prove it." In front of the cliff, the inflammation is not big, the two hands are light red light, and the face is slightly dignified.
However, he whispered in his heart: the foundation is too shallow, not afraid. But if he shows it again...
Zi
If a thick piece of cardboard is severely cracked by a knife that is not very sharp, the body of the cold cliff has already screamed like a gust of wind, and who would believe that it was the sound of the broken wind blade in his hand when cutting the air. .
With the thundering general movement of the cold cliff, most of the masters in the field were subconsciously frowning, thinking about the probability of avoiding this attack with and without precaution. The attack of the cold cliff is like a sharp arrow that is shot out of the bow of the full moon. The process of adding is negligible, and the explosive force of that moment is terrible. People can't think of it without fear: not to mention the other strength of this person. If he is hidden in the dark, attacking the target, the world can escape his sneak attack, how many people can there be?
After ten years, twenty years later, there are several people who can escape! ?
hiss……
Yan Zheng’s palms are out, like a pair of iron tongs, holding the hands of the cold cliffs, and the broken wind blade in the cold cliff has pierced the clothes on his chest and touched his skin, as long as A trace of forward is enough to make him see blood.
The decades of experience and the sense of crisis that has almost become instinctive in these decades have caused him to lift his hands between the electric and the flint, and took the blast of the cold cliff when his hand will be cold. When the hand was clamped, the heart slammed a little, and it was not easy, but the fear of instinct.
"Amazing degree!" Yan bowuo could not help but whisper.
"Yeah, yeah, even my grandfather said that his talent in that ‘quick 狠’ is hard to compare with him.
Chu Jingtian nodded and responded, but his heart was still nervous. Because Chu Yu also said that the talent of Leng Ya will make him become a demon in the dark and accomplish the nightmare of countless people, but he is not suitable for possessing the power of tactics and tyranny, and it is not suitable for positive fighting... At the time, the right hand of the cold cliff to break the wind blade was actually a coincidence or a sensitive imprisonment in the palm of the hand. This is a very bad situation for the cold cliff.
"Your degree is amazing, but ... no power, once you are locked, there is no threat!" Yan Zheng said, his hands are getting tighter and tighter. The muscles on the cold cliff began to twitch slightly, perfusing all the power into the right arm, but they couldn’t get rid of the positive palm. Instead, he was getting tighter and tighter... He didn’t try to use his left hand, because it would lead to strength. The dispersion makes him even more unable to break free.
On the cold cliff, he is like a sharp blade. When he shoots out, he can die in the future when he can't avoid the enemy. But once the handle is caught by others, he will not be able to break free, but he will be like a lamb. He has no tyrannical power, and it is hard to match before the positive front of the heavenly strength.
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