Vol 3 Chapter 618: Earthquake force

Zi Yan actually avoided the attack of Sheng Lun, although the cost is still broken by the energy shield, but this has surprised many people.
St. Lun did not care at all, and said with a sardonic look: "I forgot, you have a pulse of surgery, but also good at running away. But today I am sitting here, but I have to look at you to escape a few times, run to where?"
Zi Yan said indifferently: "There is something to do, although you make it out."
His body surface has a stir, and he has already inspired the power of the shock.
St. Lun once again moved forward, and the power of the outbreak of the holy spell made his speed like a light, with a sword.
In front of the purple scorpion, the shield stick reappears.
A loud bang, the shield stick broke.
The purple scorpion retreats again, and the explosive power of this sacred lord once again caused some damage to him.
Can be the same as the shock, I have to say that the holy art is indeed a powerful technique.
The purple scorpion continues to retreat regardless of the blood of the mouth.
St. Lun came forward again.
The purple scorpion recedes.
One step back.
Retreat!
The city is already cheering, and many people want to see the purple scorpion lose.
The faces of the younger brothers of Lushan and others are incomparably pale.
Even the elder brother of Lushan, who is full of confidence in Ziyan, has a worry in his eyes at the moment.
Instead, it is Ouli, not so nervous, but it is a relief.
Wu Youde was a little surprised and asked: "Don't the young master worry about the defeat of the purple?"
Ou Li smiled slightly. This is the first time that Xiao Zi met with a smile after he met Shenglun. "How is it possible? The shock will never be lost to the holy fight!"
Wu Youde’s eyes became strange.
You must know that in the first battle of the year, the stakes were great, and it was precisely because of the defeat of the young masters that the sacred gambling house was easy to master.
Ou Li knew that Wu Youde didn't believe it, but he didn't care. He continued: "You look at Zi Yan now and see what changes he has."
Wu Youde once again looked at the purple eyes in the picture, but now the purple eyes are constantly retreating, and it seems that there is no slight power.
However, Wu Youde can become the youngest manager of the holy mountain gambling house. Of course, it will not be an ordinary person. He soon discovered the difference of the purple sable.
"Eyes, his eyes are still calm, calm eyes often represent calm, he has not lost his mind, like a cheetah who has been observing prey and waiting for an opportunity to attack!"
Wu Youde said, this is the conclusion he made through the expression of Zi Yan.
Ou Li smiled and said: "The understanding of this kid is really good. The troubles encountered on the road seem to have played a role in tempering him. With this look, he has proved that he has mastered the essence of the shock, and then It’s not a problem at all.
Wu Youde naturally believes that if the holy art is so defeated, the young master of that year will not be defeated.
Just looking at the expression of the young master at the moment, very relaxed and confident, can you say that there is something hidden in the past?


Looking at the purple scorpion that retreats again and again, Sheng Lun said with a sneer: "This is your resilience, and it is also worthy of my holy work. I think you will let the earthquake be lost, so as not to be corrupted." The reputation of our holy work."
Zi Yan stood outside the ten feet and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He said faintly: "Okay, the temptation is over, let's win."
Not surprisingly, his words attracted the sneer and laughter of St. Lun, and also attracted the buzz in the city.
Only the brother of Lushan, his eyes lit up, as if he saw hope.
"Tentative? A big tone, you are dying, and dare to say temptation to me in a big way?" St. Lun disdainfully mocked.
Zi Yan did not respond to each other, and the senseless tongue fight did not make any sense.
He poses a fighting stance.
The doctrine is indeed powerful, but the shock is also extraordinary.
"Looking for death!"
St. Lun took this action of the purple scorpion as a provocation, so it was a fast forward and a powerful blow.
This time, Zi Yan did not use the shield stick.
Instead, standing in the same place, watching the sacred front.
After many personal experiences, he already knew where the power of the holy spell came from.
The explosive power of the doctrine is only for the things that come into contact. Once it is not in contact, the power of the explosion is of no use.
St. Lun's approaching, the swaying force of the purple scorpion began to flow rapidly, forming numerous ripples appearing around, and at the foot.
A strong breath came on the way, like a huge wave, picking up the sables and hair of the purple.
St. Lun arrived near, and a sword fell.
Ou Li held his breath, and Zi Yan could not turn defeat into victory. See if he could seize this opportunity.
I saw the feet of the purple scorpion, and stirred up more shackles. These shackles and the coming waves seemed to form some kind of resonance. At the moment when the long sword was about to fall, his body changed direction.
It seems that the purple cicada is just a move, a flash, it is extremely easy to avoid the sword of St. Lun.
"This is the power of the earthquake, he really realized it!"
The nervous European force shouted excitedly.
Under the turbulent turmoil, Zi Yan came to the side of Sheng Lun, gently shot a palm, countless turbulence waves flowing in his palm.
St. Lun stood there, and there was nothing in the body, as if it were a painless attack.
He immediately held the sword and crossed a sword mark from the side.
The shape of the purple cicada has disappeared, and on the other side of St. Lun, it is another palm.
As before, the understatement does not seem to have any power, and then the figure disappears again.
The sword of St. Lun arrived again, and still did not reach the purple.
The purple scorpion appeared on the side of St. Lun for the third time, and the light attack reappeared.
This scene seems to be like the sacred swords chasing the purple scorpion, which makes the sables have a good chance, but it can not make an effective fatal blow to the sacred.
The shape of the sable is moving again and again, every shot is powerless, but even so, the face of the sable ~EbookFREE.me~ is also pale at a very fast speed, It seems to use a powerful technique that causes too much consumption.
No one knows this reason.
Only Europe.
At this moment, in addition to his excitement, his heart is still more shocked, because the purple cicada has been shot six times.
In the six attacks that seem to have not much power, each hit contains an infinite amount of shock, and these forces are hidden and cannot be erupted immediately.
This requires difficulty, but it is great.
And with the superposition of the number of times, the difficulty will become larger and larger.
Of course, the power is getting stronger and stronger.
A full eight strokes!
The scent of sable is very weak and the speed is greatly reduced.
Jianguang arrived, crossed the purple chest and tore his black robes.
He stepped back and his face was pale as paper.
But his eyes are very bright and his expression is uplifting.
Because of his resurgence, he reached another height.
He mastered the power of the earthquake.
"Hey, see how long you can hold!"
Sheng Lun holds a long sword and indifferently points to the purple scorpion. He has suffered eight attacks at the moment, but it is unscathed.
And Zi Yan just said a word, "Shock!"
The power hidden in the body of St. Lun broke out completely.