Chapter 967: Stand and let you hit

At this moment, he has identified Qin Chen, because he knows very well that even at the top ten rookie level of Shen Mengchen, he can only compete with the ordinary early seventh-tier martial king. When he encounters himself, he should lose or lose, it. Still dead.
But the strength of the person in front of him was so strong that he didn't fall into the wind against him. Apart from Qin Chen who could kill Shen Mengchen, he couldn't think of a second person.
"Why? If you can't kill Ben Shao, you are ready to get involved?"
Qin Chen smiled indifferently, neither denying nor admitting.
"Damn it, Hugh is rampant in front of the old man, blood hand purgatory!"
The blood hand king had cold eyes, and he displayed his stronger tricks, oh oh, for a while, the ghost cried, and the flame enveloped everything, making Qin Chen as if he was in purgatory for an instant, except for the tremor of his flesh. , And there is a force covering the soul level, surging.
"Good job!"
Qin Chen wanted to verify his combat power, and naturally hoped that the other party would go all out. Before, it was easy to torture and kill others, and it hadn't been such a refreshing battle for a long time.
"Spirit storm!" With a long howl, a terrifying spiritual storm swept out, and at the same time the mysterious rust sword in Qin Chen's storage ring suddenly appeared in his hands, and the sword spirit soared to the sky, covering it with the sword intent that shattered everything. With the incomparable sword energy that kills all things, flying out, the power is more powerful than the real treasure of the golden bowl
, Even more terrifying.
Since his identity had been exposed, Qin Chen didn't bother to hide it.
boom!
Zhang Might and the mysterious Rust Sword finally collided, and the two different forces impacted each other, each occupying half of the sky. The killing intent of annihilating vitality and the sword intent condensed into substance were constantly clashing, and Qin Chen's spiritual storm was even more explosive. Into the other person's mind.
puff!
The blood hand king only felt dizzy in his mind, and the true essence in his body was immediately stagnant. It was such a stagnation. The mysterious rust sword instantly took the upper hand, and directly tore the blood flames displayed by the blood hand king. .
The fierce sword light cut everything off and fell on the surface of the blood hand king.
"Blood Demon!"
The blood hand king roared sharply.
A blood-colored halo quickly spread over his body, turning into a layer of blood-colored armor, covering his body.
Click!
Sword Qi slashed on the blood-colored armor, making a harsh rubbing sound. In the click sound, the blood-colored armor quickly shattered, but there was a black inner armor under the blood hand king's robe, which blocked the sword's edge.
"Puff!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the blood hand king flew out heavily, slamming his back heavily on the passage behind him, making a dull roar.
"Bloodlight finger!"
But at the same time, there was a sharp burst of light in his eyes, and while spitting out blood, he burned his essence and blood, and a finger shot out like lightning.
Hum!
A blood-colored finger, like a finger of a or devil, pierced through the void, as if it could travel through the space, and instantly hit Qin Chen's chest.
"not good!"
A cold light flashed in Qin Chen's eyes, and the Immortal Saint Body was urged to the extreme, and at the same time, a sword was cut out like lightning.
Boom!
Scarlet fingers were blocked for a moment, but there was still a terrifying force of blood rushing into Qin Chen's body.
puff!
With a spout of blood, Qin Chen was shaken out by the remaining finger power, but he was only injured and the vitality in his body was not affected.
The only trouble is that there is a terrifying blood in that finger force, which rushes in Qin Chen's body.
"Exit!"
The operation of the Nine Star God Emperor Jue and the Immortal Eucharist, coupled with the powerful seventh-order spiritual power, instantly strangled this blood energy and returned it to nothingness.
The two stood on both sides of the passage, with blood on the corners of each other's mouth, but they were not seriously affected.
"how is this possible?!"
Bloodhand King's eyes widened, he was about to vomit blood in shock, and his eyes were about to burst.
His unique technique of burning the essence and blood still failed to kill the kid, but only wounded him, and it seemed that the injury was not serious, which made him unable to keep calm.
"Is this guy a pervert?"
Depressed, almost vomiting blood.
His fingers were so powerful that they were beyond the ordinary. In the early stage of the seventh rank, the Martial King would be exploded by one finger. With this move, he killed an unknown number of Martial Kings.
But now facing a sixth-order martial artist, it didn't work.
No matter how you think about it, it feels like a fantasy.
The Bloodhand King was shocked, and Qin Chen felt a little depressed.
"This Bloodhand King's defense is not weak. It should be known for its defense and strength. It seems that I want to kill him with my current cultivation base, and it is still a bit troublesome."
When he settled down, Qin Chen was speechless.
If it was a peak Martial King in the early stage of the seventh stage who was good at speed or tricks, it would not be impossible for Qin Chen to kill the opponent with his powerful mental power.
But what happened was the Blood Hand King.
The Blood Hand King is known for his defense and strength, and the power of the bloodline is also terrifying. Combined, there is almost no shortcoming, and Qin Chen is now only a sixth-order martial arts, and the true power in his body has not been transformed into the true essence. In terms of power, it is not enough to crush Press the opponent.
The seventh-order martial king has an endless source of true essence in his body. If he does not have the power to crush the opponent, he really wants to continue fighting, wanting to kill the opponent, the difficulty is more than killing the ordinary seventh-stage early peak martial king.
For Qin Chen, such a battle has no technical content at all.
"With this blood hand king's defense, even if the general seventh-tier mid-level martial king wants to kill him, it is probably not easy to kill him. In this case, there is no need to spend a lot of time."
Thinking of this, Qin Chen shook his body and turned and flew toward the depths of the passage.
In fact, Qin Chen's guess was correct. Although the Bloodhand King was only the peak Martial King at the beginning of the seventh stage, he was quite amazing in terms of defense.
There used to be a seventh-tier middle-term Wu Wang who chased him for three months, but finally returned without success. Instead, he was ambushed by the Blood Hand King, severely injured, and almost fell.
"Boy, want to escape, where to go!"
The Blood Hand King was originally shocked, but when he saw Qin Chen turned and left, he hurriedly pursued and killed him.
"Escape?" Stopping his figure, Qin Chen looked at the Blood Hand King indifferently, "Do you think you can kill Ben Shao?"
Qin Chen's expression was calm and he made an understatement, as if to say something extremely simple.
But these words fell into the ears of the Blood Hand King, but they were particularly harsh, and his hair was standing up with anger.
"Smelly boy, don't be rampant, do you think the king can't kill you?"
The Bloodhand King jumped into thunder, his complexion flushed.
"Since you can kill me, then I will stand here and let you fight, as long as you can hurt me, even if you win."
Qin Chen stood there proudly, with a calm expression, as if the master had taught his disciple and asked his disciple to act at will.
That gesture deeply hurt the blood hand king's heart.
"Ahhh," he roared, the blood hand king trembling with anger, he slapped it out, and roared, "Smelly boy, you dare to insult me, I want you to die!"
boom! The terrifying palm power, like a vast ocean, swept out in an instant and blasted towards Qin Chen. What made the Blood Hand King unbelievable was that Qin Chen actually stood there, motionless, as if he was allowed to attack.