The arrogance of the city

Chapter 1866 Chaos (6)

The strength of the killer lies in the silent attack and killing.

This kind of head-to-head combat is by no means an assassin's forte, not to mention that Emperor Zhun's strength has to stabilize Yu Luocha's line!
Yu Luocha paid a painful price for her 'recklessness', the sharp sword tip pierced her body, passed through her back, and blood dripped down the knife tip like out of control.

As if frozen in place, Yu Luosha's body was stiff at this time, and she could no longer feel any pain. Instead, she felt a heavy sense of weakness and exhaustion, as well as an unprecedented...coldness.

The surrounding temperature seemed to drop sharply suddenly, and there was no sign of stopping.

At this moment, all the memories of the past flooded into his mind crazily. Faces, dead and alive, flickered in his mind, unprecedentedly clear, but the world in front of him gradually began to blur.

What followed was an irresistible drowsiness, as if countless hands were pulling him down, Yu Luocha, who was bleeding all over his body, couldn't even keep standing, and finally fell to his knees on the ground, his hands subconsciously wanting to He supported the ground, but in the end, he was still weak and limp, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

"bass……"

The scimitar was pulled out following Yu Luocha's fall, and the blood sprayed again like an arrow.

The scene is bleak, yet with a breathless tragedy.

The soldiers who witnessed this scene were all stunned.

The king of killers, the unrivaled powerhouse standing at the top of the world, unexpectedly fell like this.

They have an incredible sense of absurdity, but the scene in front of them tells them that this is reality.

It turns out that there is really no 'god' in this world.

No matter how powerful a god is, it will fall.

The Emperor Zhun, who defeated Yu Luocha by himself, stood with a saber in his hand, and his figure appeared incomparably terrifying and tall in the eyes of the soldiers around him. However, his face did not show the ostentation and complacency after victory. Instead, he frowned, Looking in one direction, his eyes reveal... dignified.

The strong have a certain sense of crisis, especially a crisis that is strong enough to threaten them.

Just now, when he stabbed that knife, his heart tightened suddenly, and he realized that it was unusual, so when his mind was shaken, the knife did not hit the vital heart, but deviated half an inch.

That is to say, the strong man of the human race who fell in front of him was not actually dead, but fell into a coma due to loss of strength and excessive blood loss.

of course.

At this time, if he wanted to make up for it and completely kill a high-end human race, it would be easy, but at this time, he had no time to be distracted.

"Who is coming?"

He spoke in a deep voice, the voice was not loud, but it was extremely penetrating. Through the vibration of the air, it quickly spread outward.

His eyes fixed on the spot, and a figure slowly appeared in the wind and sand in vain.

Holy crown on head.

Holding a scepter.

"Human Race, Temple, Holy King."

The gentle and thin voice broke through the wind and sand, covering the entire battlefield.

Like thunder!

The hearts of the human soldiers who were stunned by the fall of Jade Raksha suddenly stirred!
Holy King? ! ! !
In the Holy Alliance Army, many soldiers were believers of the holy religion. Looking at the old man who was walking slowly, his face was excited and excited.

If the Killer King is the master of the dark world, then the Holy King is the myth of the entire human society!
Looking at the kneeling human soldiers, the Emperor Zhun frowned with suspicion. These kneeling people were like stones hanging from his heart, which inexplicably made his heart heavier.

"Old man, one of them has already fallen here. Could it be that you are also planning to come to die?"

He sneered, forcibly suppressing the uneasiness in his heart.

"Please enlighten me."

20 meters away, the holy king stood still with his stick down, obviously without any momentum, but he gave the other party a pressure from the crowding of heaven and earth.

"Since you want to die, then I will do what you want!"

With a stern voice, Emperor Zhun was not in a hurry to deal with Yu Luocha, who had been reduced to fish meat on the chopping board. He chopped the ground and ejected. After a great battle, his body was still castrated like a rainbow. There was a gap in the top.

The Holy King did not dodge or evade, flipping the scepter in his hand.

"Chong!"

The two phases collided, and Zhundi's chest felt tight, and he suppressed the blood that was almost gushing out, bloodshot eyes appeared in his eye sockets, his wrist shook, and he used the powerful spring of the scimitar to change the attack trajectory.

But at this time, a thin and skinny palm was already pressed towards his chest. The speed was not fast, but it was impossible to resist!
"boom!"

It seemed that it was just a slight push, but Zhundi's color suddenly changed, and the blood that had just been swallowed rushed out with a more violent tendency. Not only his mouth, but even his nose and ears, bloodstains of scarlet appeared at the same time.

In mid-air, Zhundi's body bent like a prawn, and after a short period of stagnation, he flew out at a terrifying speed, fell to the ground like a shell, and then slid tens of meters away.

Even the scimitar could no longer be held, fell out of his hand, and inserted into the soil as if abandoned by someone.

Emperor Zhun clutched his chest, his face full of horror, and wanted to stand up, but he couldn't do it at all.

It turned out that at this time his sternum had already been completely shattered. If he could see through it, he could see that his chest had been hit countless times with a heavy hammer. He didn't die suddenly on the spot.

"impossible……"

As a strong man in the Emperor Realm, he couldn't accept the fact that he was defeated by a single move. Even if he had already experienced a big battle before and was not in his prime, but in the Lost Realm, defeat is defeat, and no one would fight for himself. Make excuses for failure.

His face twitched, and he lay prone on the ground for a while, even though the pain was unbearable, but the quasi-emperor still stood up slowly with amazing perseverance.

A strong man at the quasi-emperor level, but at this time, he just stood up simply, and he seemed trembling, and as he stood up, the blood flowing from his five sense organs became thicker and thicker.

The Holy King's eyes were slightly closed, his expression indifferent.

"Your fate stops here."

"Just you?"

The Emperor Zhun grinned, the gap between his teeth was full of blood, and a burst of yell suddenly exploded in his throat.

With his injuries, if he just retreated, he might still have a chance to save his life, but if he continued to fight, he would definitely die.

But even so, he still had no hesitation and rushed forward with an indomitable attitude.

In this battle between the two worlds, countless human races showed admirable bravery, but they lost the world, and there are no cowards!
In the wind and sand, a figure was seen soaring into the sky, the eyes of the old man with the holy crown on his head raised slightly, and then he raised his scepter.

next second.

Golden light and red light burst forth!
"clang!"

Like ice meets scorching sun.

From the head to the whole body, above the sky, Emperor Zhun turned into a brilliant and hazy blood mist in an instant!
(End of this chapter)