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Chapter 1623: Kill (4)


To the 121 affinity of selling soy sauce, thank you Under the collapsed gladiatorial arena, dozens of black-clothed monks suddenly rushed out, and then, there was a terrible scream, surrounded by black-clothed monks, it was the black-clothed old man who hurriedly glanced at it with the help of the gold-devouring ants, and his divine sense probed around, and the ruins of the inner city of the city lord of Rock City were full of dead corpses, and he couldn't help but open his beard and his eyes were wide with anger.

"Zhang Xiaohan, you" Just opened his mouth, suddenly felt the danger in the dark, opened his mouth and scolded angrily, slapped his right hand, and the overwhelming force hit Zhang Xiaohan from afar, this shot The old man in black was hateful, and almost half of the spiritual power of the early stage of Mahayana cultivation was stimulated, and the spiritual power rolled, and the evil aura was overwhelming, turning into a murderous killing machine.

Zhang Xiaohan stared at the old man in black with her eyes, her beautiful face suddenly rose upside down, her footsteps had not stopped, and when she was advancing, the purple qi in her whole body was already boiling in the meridians.

The purple light flashed in his eyes, and just before the murderous machine came to his face, his right palm suddenly poked out of his sleeve, and the surging purple qi vented out of his right palm in an instant.

At the same time, her footsteps took another step forward, and the momentum on her body suddenly let go, and the person instantly floated into the air, and the air under her feet suddenly swung out a circle of ripples, the ripples were not like flowing water, but a sharp sword momentum.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaohan no longer suppressed her cultivation, and what was suddenly released in her body was the power that overwhelmed all impossible existence.

Before the purple qi collided with the evil qi of the old man in black, there was a muffled snort from the old man in black, and then, the purple qi and the evil qi collided fiercely, and a purple-black storm appeared in mid-air in an instant, and this storm and the sword momentum in mid-air swept towards dozens of black-clothed people.

The roar echoed, and the second impact of spiritual power came, and the space seemed to collapse in the impact, and the huge sound covered up the screams in it, but it couldn't hide the bloody blood that was once again thickened.

As soon as the left hand was raised, black claws suddenly flew out of the cuffs, black light roared, and spiritual power flew sideways, and these indestructible claws obtained in the extremely cold land of the Nether were brutally pierced into the raging storm.

This was not the end, the thunder and lightning vines also slipped out of the cuffs, like a long dragon flying out, and the arcs on it were stimulated one by one, refining into a thin white line, and at the other end of the thin line was the brutally indestructible black claws.

In the midst of the storm, the old man in black covered his left waist, there were extremely small penetrating scars, spiritual power flowed, this scar was rapidly improving, and his head was dripping with cold sweat, if it weren't for the sensitivity to danger, he shifted his body in time, and the thin needle would be impartially pierced on his dantian, penetrating his Yuan Ying.

He no longer underestimated his opponent's thoughts, and in the purple-black storm that rolled wildly, there was an unconcealed and undisguised arrogant roar, it was the screams and gasps of the black-clothed monks around him who hurriedly resisted the invincible, and it was the spiritual power that hurt each other in the increasingly thick blood and panic, he let out a long roar, and a wooden sword rushed out of his mouth.

The wooden sword circled around him several times very quickly, colliding with the black claws inside, and the purple-black storm was suddenly forced to the side by the sword momentum, but this sword momentum also made the black-clothed monk beside him scream miserably.

The wooden sword does not transmit electricity, and in the howling of the sword wind, the purple-black storm shattered and cracked, revealing the broken bodies of dozens of black-clothed people around them, they swirled in the torn storm, like torn ragdolls, their limbs were broken, and they suddenly lost their support and fell to the ground.

"Zhang Xiaohan" almost forcibly squeezed out of his throat with a roar, the wooden sword shook, flew out directly from the storm of collapse, passed through the black claws that were still rampage, and stabbed straight towards Zhang Xiaohan with an unstoppable momentum.

Zhang Xiaohan's eyes narrowed, a touch of persistent murderous intent poured out, and the index finger of his right hand pointed at the wooden sword, and a series of purple lights connected into a purple chain of light, facing the blade of the wooden sword.

Zhang Xiaohan stimulated with all her strength, how could her strength be resisted by a monk in the early stage of Mahayana, and the purple light was unstoppable, shooting into the blade of the wooden sword.

The old man in black's face changed greatly, and when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the natal treasure weapon that had been warmed for ten thousand years had already been connected to his heart, and the natal treasure weapon was damaged, and he was seriously injured immediately.

The blood sprayed wildly, and he saw the natal treasure weapon shattered into pieces of wood under the purple light attack, and a desperate killing intent suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Zhang Xiaohan" blood gushed out, making his voice even more poignant, and his eyes suddenly widened with anger.

This is the roar before death, the sound of wanting to drag the enemy to die together, the roar of a Mahayana monk who wants to destroy everything Everyone couldn't help but look at the source of the sound, even the dying people.

Destroy, destroy, only Mahayana monks can destroy these killings, and even in this destruction, they will perish "You don't have a chance" A cold, emotionless voice suddenly appeared, not only in the ears of the old man in black, but also in the entire Rock City Lord Inner City, and all the monks in the inner city heard this cold sound.

What a cold voice, this is the voice of death, no, this is the voice that makes the god of death tremble, it is the voice that can keep the god of death out The killing is still there, but the dead are those who want to live, and the butcher's knives of those who kill are still raised high and slashed down.

The old man in black's snow-white beard was covered with blood, making his face hideous and terrifying, and the stinging pain in the dantian came, and he laughed wildly.

But the terrifying laughter was only half, and it stopped abruptly, he lowered his head in surprise, and the stinging pain from the Yuan Ying in the dantian was still there, and it hurt so much that he could barely stand in the air.

The self-detonation of Yuanying turned out to be so painful, but why didn't Yuanying self-destruct He can also see his dantian, and he can also see his own Yuanying in the dantian, just the last glimpse of his sight, what he saw was the black needle on the head of Yuanying, so heavy.

Under the gladiatorial arena, Xiaobao sneaked briskly under the cover of the mask, this is the only place in the inner city of the Iwaki City Lord that they don't know, and it is also a place where there must be no mistakes.

No matter how fierce the battle on the ground is, he doesn't take it to heart, he believes in Zhang Xiaohan and Zhang Xiaohan's vision.

Soon he stood down, and in front of him was an open place, on the left, inside the fence, and in the small place were ragged monks with hateful eyes, who could only sit in a small space, not daring to make contact with the four walls and the forbidden places above their heads.

On the right, there are relatively spacious quiet rooms, each with a dozen small cages on the left, and there are only three fierce beasts in them, colliding with the cages in a rage.

Further on, there were demon beasts and spirit beasts, and their dwellings were even more spacious than these gladiators.

Thank you to the camel thorns, the 121 relatives who sell soy sauce for rewarding him again, thank you, and thank you for the monthly ticket and reward. t1706231537: