Chapter 163: The Wrathful Son

The black ball of light came out and hit Yue Chen's big axe, slapped Yue Chen away from the stand.
"Kill you, I will kill you!"
The holy son roared and roared, the humiliation in his heart overflowing like the water of a big river.
He taught Yue Chen the technique and accepted Yue Chen as a subordinate, and now he was hit by Yue Chen.
This incident will become a huge joke in the Soul Refining Sect. In the future, when other people see the Saint Son, who will think that the Saint Son is wise and superb?
This is a humiliation to him, an insult.
As long as Yue Chen does not die, this humiliation will always exist, and he will always be the laughing stock of countless people.
Even if others don't laugh, even if others' behavior has been normal, Saint Child will feel that others laugh at him behind his back.
Yue Chen must die.
Shengzi's body suddenly turned into a black smoke and exploded, and then reappeared behind Yue Chen to condense and form, and the black ball of light shot towards Yue Chen's back.
Yue Chen felt a little bit, and suddenly the big axe in his hand was put away, and the Sifang Sword appeared in Yue Chen's hand and slashed fiercely.
The sword collided with the black ball of light, and the power of thunder and the power of darkness crazily annihilated.
"dead!"
Shengzi grinned grinningly, clenched his fists, slammed it out again, and shouted, "Battered the fist."
The black light fist seemed to swallow all the darkness.
Yue Chen subconsciously felt the threat.
The dark temple where the saint son cultivated is indeed very advanced, making himself not easy under the challenge of leapfrogging, but it is full of pressure.
The violent thunder poured into Yue Chen's left index finger, and then fiercely pointed out.
Countless rays of thunder light shot out from Yue Chen's hand like an electric snake, collided with the black light, and the horrible destructive power of thunder and lightning swallowed the power of darkness crazily.
The power exploded, and the two were shocked and flew out.
Shengzi grinned grimly, his body turned into smoke and exploded again, appearing above Yue Chen's head the next moment, and his right foot stomped heavily.
"Devil's feet!"
Shengzi shouted.
The void seemed to be shaken by an earthquake, and the black circular aperture suddenly spread, crushing Yue Chen below.
"Thunder flashes!"
Yue Chen stepped on the light of thunder and flew out like thunder and lightning, avoiding the blow of the Saint Child dangerously.
"Hehehe, see where you go!"
Shengzi sneered, his body was wrapped in black light, and he shot towards Yue Chen like a cannonball, grabbed it with his right hand, turned into a palm print, and slapped Yue Chen fiercely.
"Soul Seal!"
This martial skill was extremely powerful, and Yue Chen subconsciously felt the threat.
"What's the matter, how come this Saint Child has so many martial arts!"
Yue Chen said angrily in his heart, "System, look at you..." System: "As long as the host raises the system to the top level, he can purchase the top martial arts."
"Thunder flashes!"
Yue Chen shouted, his body appeared 100 meters away.
The palm print was pressed down in front of Yue Chen, and a huge palm print pit was photographed on the ground below.
Shengzi stood in the void, looked up at Yue Chen sorrowfully, gritted his teeth and said: "Boy, will you run away?"
"No way, I am the war spirit!"
Yue Chen smiled, his smile was bright and proud.
Seeing this scene in the eyes of Shengzi, it made him think of Yue Chen's destruction of him. In Shengzi's eyes, even if Yue Chen ran away now, he could laugh at himself for the rest of his life.
"War spirit! Since it is a war spirit, then die obediently!"
The holy child roared again, his hands moved upwards, and the dark power of the palms of both hands burst out.
"No, this kid needs a big move!"
Yue Chen said in shock.
For a while, Yue Chen felt that his aura was blocked by the Saint Child, and his power was flooded in all directions.
His strongest trick is only a Level 5 Thousand Thunder Finger.
Can you compete?
"go to hell!"
The black light in both hands of Saint Son burst into a huge lightsaber, sweeping towards Yue Chen, very fast.
"Boom!"
The yellow light bloomed on Yue Chen's body.
Upgraded! Reached the realm of the eighth-order war spirit.
The strength in Yue Chen's body instantly increased by 30%.
"Thousand Thunder Fingers!"
Yue Chen burst into tears, and performed his trick again. Hundreds of thunder lights burst into his own hands. Crazy electric snakes raged across the sky and slammed into the black lightsaber crazily.
The forces of the two sides collided crazily and vanished.
Shengzi's face was particularly hideous.
"what!"
Shengzi roared.
The power of the lightning was finally shredded, and the remaining black lightsaber was cut on Yue Chen's body.
On Yue Chen, the thunder violent again, wrapping his body.
The black sword light cut on the thunder, and then slowly faded.
"Huh, blocked it!"
Yue Chen grinned and said, just now the thousand thunder fingers had consumed 90% of the opponent's strength, and the last 10% naturally couldn't shake his own bodyguard thunder and lightning.
"call!"
Yue Chen took a long breath, grinned and said, "Is this your strength, Saint Son?
It doesn't seem to be great, now, it's my turn. "
Yue Chen flew forward, carrying a ball of thunder and lightning in his fist, severely cut out.
The fists of both sides collided, Yue Chen retreated 30 meters, and Shengzi retreated 50 meters.
"Ok?"
Shengzi was shocked and looked at all this in disbelief.
I was slightly better just now, but now I'm behind.
"Hey, Saint Son is nothing but that!"
Yue Chen sneered, Pedal Lei Guang stepped forward again, and the Sifang Sword smashed down fiercely.
"court death!"
Yue Chen's words were a great humiliation to Saint Son, and he was extremely angry.
The square sword posed a huge threat to the son.
Shengzi opened his mouth, and suddenly a sword light spit out from his mouth, colliding with Yue Chen's square sword.
The next moment, Yue Chen's body was overturned and rolled in the sky. After being knocked off for hundreds of meters, he could stop in the air.
Yue Chen raised his head, a smear of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, looked forward in surprise, and then a thick heat flashed in his eyes.
A black sword hovered in front of the holy child, blooming sharp and deep luster.
The sword is long and narrow, with a black and mysterious atmosphere, as if it has its own life.
Compared with this sword, Yue Chen felt that the square sword in his hand was trash that could be thrown away at any time.
Worthy of being a holy son, his background is thick, I'm afraid even this sword is just the tip of the iceberg.
Who knows how many good treasures there are in his storage ring.
I must blow you up! Yue Chen's heart is extremely hot, these treasures are all good things that even the system does not have.
In the sky, there was a sudden roar: "Holy Son, the old slave is late."
Taoist protector Lao Huang came and appeared above Yue Chen's head.
Upon seeing this, Shengzi said with great joy: "Good place, kill Yue Chen, I want to draw out his soul, so that he will never live beyond life."
"Yes!"
With a roar, Lao Huang suddenly descended in front of Yue Chen and took a picture of Yue Chen.
"Do not!"
Zhao Yun and others who saw this scene roared... But they were all too far away.
"Is the battle emperor mid-level... terrifying!"
Yue Chen found that under this force, even running away had become a luxury.