Chapter 2107: Knife out

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Seeing Luo Chen standing in the sky, looking at the smug smile on the other's face, the sound of sighing immediately came out.
"It is the morning of Luo Chen!"
"The final confrontation is that Luo Chensheng won?"
"Look at the expression and know that Luo Chensheng has already won! And that guy is a natural world, how could it be the opponent of the Holy One?"
"I don't know what is high and thick, but I also want to challenge the majesty of the saints!"
All around, the people praised the morning of the morning, as for the Luo family monks, one face is even more excited.
"Luo Chen Sheng!"
"The morning of Luo Chen, the world is invincible!"
They are shouting and expressing their excitement.
At the same time, their eyes, when looking at the slaves, the eyes are showing the cold murder.
"Are you defeated?" Guangyao looked up at the sky, and the look became very complicated.
In the distance, those homeowners, each face became difficult to look at, they thought that the other party can kill Luo Chen, but did not expect to be killed.
At the same time, their faces are ugly, and they are also angry with their hearts. If it is not that guy who is reluctant, if you use those slaves as cannon fodder, this kind of combat power can also kill Luo Chen.
"It is impossible to fail! It is impossible to die!"
The star spirit read four sweeps, and did not notice the breath of the purple, he stayed with the purple for several years, naturally clear the strength of the purple.
As the anti-celestine from the Star of Life, as the most likely to exist against the sky, even if it is not a pseudo-Holy, it is absolutely impossible to die so easily, not to mention the absence of bones.
Luo Chen looked down on the audience, and the line of sight passed, all the faces on his face showed awe, and finally his sight fell on the slaves.
Those slaves, the look is still cold. The purple scorpion is dead, they are still alive, and the battle is not over.
"If you go to me, I can give you a way to live." Looking at the slaves, Luo Chen said coldly.
When he came to the battlefield, he saw the bodies on the ground. He had a certain understanding of the combat power of these slaves. Once they were conquered, he would have the equivalent of a strong team.
"Don't dream! We will only die!" said Yan Kai, who had won nine consecutive victories.
"Yes! We will only die and will not be your servant!" Xin Yu stared at Na Luochen. He was a slave to Luo Wei. He used to be a slave to Luo Chen.
Others did not speak, but the murderous murder around them showed their attitude.
"Very good, since you want to die, then I will fulfill you! Come and kill me..."
Luo Chen’s words were cold, but before he finished, there was a faint voice.
I said, are you too anxious? Is the battle here not over yet?

Listening to this voice, everyone's look is a glimpse, and then his face is unbelievable.
The slaves who are ready to fight and fight, after hearing this familiar voice, are also showing excitement on their faces.
I saw the void break open, and the purple figure walked out of it. His body was equally scarred, but the breath and state were very good.
Luo Chen’s blow is indeed powerful, but as the stars said, it is obviously not realistic to kill him with such an attack.
"You..." When the purple cicada appeared, Luo Chen’s face suddenly changed. Just the violent energy, even he felt the danger. With some unique means, this was avoided.
I thought that the other party was dead, and there was no bones. I didn't expect the other party to be alive, and it didn't seem to have been seriously injured.
The expression of the family, who was extremely disappointed and annoyed before, became excited again.
As for the cheering monks of Luojia, the sound is abruptly stopped, and his face is unbelievable.
Zichen looked at Luo Chen in front and said faintly: "This is your strongest strength. It is just that. In the realm of my understanding, just the trick, can block no less than ten people. Holy, but that's it!"
Not less than ten people?
The voice of the purple cicada came out, it was very shocking and very shocking.
Among the stars, the pseudo-saint is a powerful existence that is above the semi-holy. It can be spiked on the heavens. Just the morning has used the strongest means. At least, among the people who know the purple, at least ten heavens can block. His trick.
"Let's talk a lot here! Don't think I can't see it, you have been seriously injured!" Luo Chen said coldly.
Shaking his head, Zi Yan looked sarcastically: "My words have not finished, can block you from this attack, the number of people exceeds ten. There are ten people who can kill you! You let me see the stars The strength of the pseudo-saint in the road. Not so much the weakest saint, it is better to say that it is on the road to the road. Too weak... too weak! Now, the battle is over."
As soon as you enter the false holy, the sentient beings have no hope of the Holy Land.
This is the whole star road, the accepted truth, but who can hold back the temptation of pseudo-sanctification?
In the hands of the purple scorpion, a scabbard appeared.
Since he returned to Tianwu Continent, the broken knife in this scabbard has not been sheathed once in a real sense. Today, in the face of pseudo-holy, the broken knife is about to be unsheathed.
"Oh, there is a big word, and there is an insurmountable gap between heaven and falsehood!"
Luo Chen Zhou body, the breath is released again, the Holy Flame is burning, forming a fist in the face of death.
Zi Yan held the scabbard in his left hand and looked at each other quietly.
"go to hell!"
The fist of the world, destroying the space, going straight to the purple, and wherever it passes, the space is broken.
It seems that because of the rhythm of Ziyan, Luo Chen has stimulated the potential, and this blow is just a lot stronger.
Looking at the coming fist, Zi Yan holds the left hand of the scabbard, slightly exerting force, and the right hand slowly rests on the handle.
Looking at the purple scorpion does not evade, everyone's heart is tense to the extreme, the scene is quiet, and even the sound of breathing can not be heard.
When the fists come, they will fall on the purple scorpion, and some people have already seen the scene in which the sable is swallowed by the fists.
"Hey!"
At this time, the purple knives pulled the knife and the bright knife light flashed.
As usual, the knife is very bright, but it is not glaring, even with a soft meaning.
Among the bright knives, there is no scent of destruction, no special power, just pure brightness.
But it is such a bright knife light. After the appearance, the fist of the world before it is divided into two.
At the same time, the brightness of the knife is not reduced, and it flies directly toward the front until Luo Chen’s face.
"Hey!"
The knife passed over Luo Chen’s body and then passed away.
The radiance disappeared, and the purple enamel was still standing in the same place. It didn't move in one step. In front of him, the horrible fist of the world was dissipated.
The space that collapsed because of the punching light re-healed.
Between heaven and earth, all visions disappeared and the Qingming was restored.
The two stood against each other, and the purple eyes were still calm. In the eyes of Luo Chen, it was an incredible color.
In the distance, no one else knows what happened, and looks at the field with a stunned expression.
In their sight, they only saw a bright light, and even the body of the broken knife had never been seen.
Luo Chen slowly raised his right hand and looked very difficult. He pointed at Zi Yan and said, "You..."
His eyebrows, a blood mark, extended to the abdomen, only to have a word, his body power is dissipated, the soul is annihilated, the body is falling towards the earth.
In the sea of ​​knowledge, the vitality of Luo Chen disappeared. After the silence of the whole world, the exclamation of the earthquake broke out.
"Luo Chen is not alive."
"It was incredible to be killed by a heaven."
"I am not a monk from the Star of Life, I can kill Luo Chen!"
"No wonder I dare to come to Luo Chenxing to challenge, it has such a strong strength."
"Na Luochen is also damn, Luo Jia is really deceiving too much on weekdays!"
In the cheers, the words are completely one-sided. When everyone looks at the purple eyes above the sky, there is a strong fear in their eyes.
After the servants of the servants, they also cheered and cheered, and Luo Chen died. They were free.
There was a lot of cheers, and many monks who had previously killed the aliens and did not blink were even more tearful at this moment.
Free, they are finally free.
"Great! It's amazing!" A homeowner couldn't help but admire.
"Happy, it is really happy!"
"Haha, there is no Luo Chen, and there is no need to fear Luo family. It belongs to our planet, and finally it is the original owner."
On the face of a family owner, the color of excitement can't be concealed.
"You, the good play is over, everyone as a spectator, should you pay for the cost of watching the game?"
Just as the various screams undulating, the voice of the purple singer suddenly sounded from heaven and earth.
"Uh?"
When I heard the voice of the purple sable, those cheers came to an abrupt end. Everyone turned back and stared at the purple.
Just overstepped the killing of Luo Chen’s master, what is the cost of watching them at this moment?
"You are responsible for the charges!" Zi Yan looked at the slaves below.
Obviously, Zi Yan is not joking, but serious.
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"This battle is very exciting, and the cost is also appropriate. On behalf of Wei, I am willing to pay 50,000 yuan for non-attribute spar."
A strong man, coming out of the crowd, looked at Zi Yan.
Looked at the other side, Zi Yan said: "Received!"
The first person soon has a second person. Of course, it is the existence of the family level. Their so-called 50,000 non-attribute spar is not only for the tickets for this battle, but also for a change of direction. court.
The thoughts of these power owners, Zi Yan is very clear, so did not refuse, directly received.
It’s true that he didn’t bring these three hundred servants to eat all of them.
In one hand, in the thick sand below, the Suzaku print appeared and fell into the hands of Zi Yan.
When he played against Luo Chen, the two had already won the game. The soul of Teng Snake was swallowed by the Suzaku, and Suzaku fell into a deep sleep.