Chapter 147: Starry Night Attack

After picking up the ghosts and removing the Shura field, the next moment, Wang Chen breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked around and the sky was already deep.
"Warrior, Fujia."
The corner of his mouth showed a sneer. The next moment, Wang Chen’s body shape flashed and disappeared into the night, and the direction in which he disappeared was the valley where the warriors and the Fuji family were stationed.
When I didn't do it, Wang Chen decided to kill the valley overnight.
At this moment, the demise of the warrior's ancestors has left the valley with no existence that can threaten Wang Chen. At this time, it will not die, but when.
Under the night, the cold wind whistling, the wolf whistling the wilderness, killing the machine, under this night, will never be missing, but today, it seems to be extraordinarily strong.
......
"What, the ancestors of the warriors..."
"How is this possible..."
"How can my ancestors fail?"
When Wang Chen was rushing toward the valley, he did not know that at this moment, within the valley where the warriors and Fujisawa were stationed, it was already overturned.
At the moment, among the valleys, the fire flickered. Within the battalion commander, the four warriors and the family members who were born in the squad were sitting in an unbelievable exclamation.
Twelve individuals, the warriors and rattans stationed in this valley, originally had 12 people, including five Shenwu martial artists, one warrior ancestor, and... six quasi-shenwu By.
Even if they lost a Fujieda a few days ago, they still have eleven people, four of them, one warrior ancestor, and six quasi-sacred warriors.
But today, in just one day, they are almost lost.
Now, there are only four people left. Among the four, except the two martial artists, the remaining two are the quasi-sacred warriors, and even the comrades of the squadron’s ancestors. It was all broken.
This represents what they are, but they are clear.
But at this time, no one is willing to accept this result.
The ancestors of the warriors, this is the ancestor of the warriors, and the strength of the tyrannical existence.
However, now, he actually...has fallen down, how can this be accepted.
Whether the strength of Wang Chen is so strong that it is so strong.
The atmosphere inside the house is dull and almost solidified into ice.
The people were silent, their faces were gray, but no one could say a word. The rest was only a gasping voice.
"Now, how is this good?"
Finally, after a long time, a sacred warrior of the Fuji family asked with a voice of fear.
The demise of the ancestors of the warriors seems to have broken their hearts and minds. Without any thoughts, the rest is only panic and fear.
They realized that perhaps at the moment they were faced with a man who was more terrifying than the devil.
"Bastard, Wang Chen, my warrior is not wearing the sky with you." The last remaining Shenwu of the warrior's eyes was red and angry.
He is full of hate and murder, but he is also full of powerlessness and fear.
Anger, how can they, they have no way.
Unconsciously, three of the people present at the scene focused their eyes on the sacred warriors of the Fuji family.
He is the last strongman. It is second only to the existence of the ancestors of the warriors. Now, the ancestors of the warriors are obviously dying. Then, it is only this person who can rely on them.
Feeling the eyes of everyone, the vines of the vines are condensed, but they are roaring in their hearts.
This ancestor of the warrior is really not a big man. In the afternoon, how did he say it? He dissuaded himself and intercepted it. However, he did not listen to it. He rushed out to chase Wang Chen.
Now, he is in a dead end, and in the end he is even more depraved. This is not self-confidence. What is it?
Thinking of this, the vines of the vines are even more angry.
He bit his teeth: "My ancestor, I have already informed that tomorrow, he will rush back here. In addition, more ancestral strongmen of you and me have already started from Tianxuan mainland. Once you enter the crack of the Death Valley, you will be able to enter the Devil's Backbone."
Looking at the three people, the vines of the vines said.
The brow is locked and he seems to be worried about something.
"As for now...we...you must go, leave here."
After a table, the Rattan man quickly decided.
He gritted his teeth and said to everyone: "Go, now you have to go, quickly pick up the objects, we are leaving this place."
"But...the night falls, the sky is dark, the inside of the wilderness backbone, under the night, the crisis is everywhere, where can we go."
The warrior's brows are slightly wrinkled, and they are worried.
"I don't care much, I have to leave. After Wang Chen, after killing your ancestors, you must rush to the stars and night, all the way to this place, he will not let me wait, with his current strength, I It’s not his opponent, it’s time...

The face is dignified, but the vines of the vines are arrogant.
He guessed the purpose of Wang Chen. Now, even Wang Chen has already come to this side. If he does not leave at this time, when Wang Chen arrives, it is their death.
"This is the only way."
Under the helpless warrior, the warrior can only agree with the opinions of the vines, and he is not a fool. He knows how terrible the danger is coming.
If Wang Chen kills, they will die.
If this is the case, then you must leave, and your tone is waiting to die. It is better to take refuge in the crisis of the wilderness, which is better than waiting for death.
The voice fell, and the four people quickly split their heads, and with their own objects, they quickly moved away from the valley.
咻咻...
The figure is flashing, and when a few people turn their eyes, they come to the mouth of the valley.
"Not good."
However, before they completely walked out of the valley, suddenly, the head of the Fujishen warrior was a big change and exclaimed.
Because, in this night, in the darkness, at the exit of the valley, I don’t know when there is more than one figure.
I saw this figure of the knife at the moment, such as a horizontal knife, immediately blocked directly above the exit.
"Wang Chen."
When you see clearly, when you stop the person who is on the way, the Fujiwara martial artist is pale and brushed up and exclaimed.
"What, Wang Chen."
"It is Wang Chen, he is Wang Chen."
Not only the Rattan martial arts, the other three people, this moment is also pale, shouting in horror.
They recognized them. They stopped the figure of their way to the road under the night. It wasn’t Wang Chen. I didn’t expect him to be...so... so fast has been intercepted here.
Seeing this scene, the look of several people is panicked.
"Go, oh...you have no way to go today."
In the face of the exclamation and fear of everyone, the figure slowly looked up and looked at the four corners of the emperor's mouth and showed a sneer.
He is Wang Chen.
Scrapping the ancestors of the warriors, running all the way, Wang Chen finally rushed to the valley, and he saw a few people fleeing.
"Wang Chen, what do you want."
"Wang Chen, you are going to deceive too much."
"Wang Chen, how are you going to my ancestors?"
Looking at Wang Chen, after the panic, these four people couldn’t help but scream.
"The ancestors of the warriors, hehe...has become a soul."
In the face of the anger of several people, Wang Chen faintly said: "As for you... today, you must die."
Looking at the eyes and watching four people, Wang Chen said.
"Nine-day Church."
The voice fell, and Wang Chen directly displayed the nine-day church.
The space is distorted, the robes are roaring, and suddenly, when the four figures are not able to escape, they are shrouded in them.
The sacred surging, the Sanskrit burst into the nine-day sanctuary, the face of the four people, at this moment has suddenly changed dramatically.
"Rohan, the world."
The face is cold, watching a few people, Wang Chen's hand prints out, not much to talk, it is directly recruited several Luohan.
With the appearance of Lohan, within the nine-day sanctuary, the momentum is even more fascinating.
Several arhats have shown a strong momentum.
"Go."
When I saw this, Wang Chen waved his hand and shouted coldly.
咻咻...
Under Wang Chen’s instructions, Luo Han began his junior level.
Among them, bear the brunt of it, naturally it is the giant elephant Luohan and the Luohan who was recently incarcerated by the mid-level powerhouse who was conquered in recent days. These two Luohan are powerful and bear the brunt of the killing.
Booming...
The golden light flashes, and the rohan kills.
The giant elephant has a long nose and a weapon of the gods.
At this moment, within the nine-day sacred church, I don’t know how much sacredness has been mobilized. These arhats do not know how powerful the momentum is.
In the face of such a situation, the four warriors and the vines of the Fuji family are pale and have a desperate color.
The breath of these Luohans makes them feel suffocated, and the strong breath makes them even uninformed.
"No, Wang Chen, you thief, I don't think about it."
In the midst of fear, finally, in the inevitable circumstances, the four people in the desperate roar can only start to counterattack.
But they are a few rohan opponents.
These four people, two martial artists, two quasi-sacred warriors.
Among them, among the two people who stepped into the level of the Shenwu, the strength of the warrior is more than the third level of the stars, while the strength of the Fujishen warrior is slightly stronger, but it is only the eighth grade.
How can it be so powerful?
The giant elephant Luohan, now, there is already the second-class strength of Xuanyue. The Luohan who received the service today has the strength of Xuanyue five. Although the strength is slightly reduced after purification, it also reaches the level of Xuanyue. Even the strength of the fourth level of Xuanyue, the two Luohan, is able to sweep a few people.
Not to mention, there are many arhats such as the Tigers and the Lohan.
Under the storm, the blood is floating.
But in a twinkling of an eye, the Warriors and Fujito are all killed.
"Wang Chen, you must not die, you must not die, my Fuji family will not let you go, my family will not let you go."
The Fujishen warrior finally died, and before the temporary, it was a miserable martyrdom.
However, his words are here to stop.
The sound is over and life is dying.
With the fall of this warrior, the dead, exhausted, Wang Chen, did not even take much effort.
"Your ancestor, hey, I am waiting."
Until all four people were killed, Wang Chen took up Lohan, and before he reached the bodies of four people, he sneered.
The ancestor of the Fuji family, Wang Chen is very much looking forward to it, he will have what kind of strength.
As for these four people...
"You, even the qualifications to become Luohan are not. In this case, the ancestor of the family, the position of Luohan, have you a seat."
The cold light in the eyes shimmered, and Wang Chen muttered to himself.
This rohan's position, he has reserved a place for the so-called Fuji family ancestors.