Doomsday superpowers

At this moment, the faces of the people below became very ugly, how could this big Buddha be accommodated in an already small place!

"Situ Sheng!"

Leng Qiqiao looked up, at first surprised, then delighted, and then a look of fear appeared on his face.

Obviously, Situ Sheng came for her, as if a stone statue was about to press over.

"Bastard!"

Leng Qiqiao shouted, and then hugged the sister next to her.

Seeing this, the rest of the people were stunned and defeated several icicles in an instant, making room for Situ Sheng.

Hearing a bang, Situ Sheng fell heavily to the ground.

I thought that Leng Qiqiao, the aunt, would catch her, but who thought about the critical moment, there was no one who was angry.

Fortunately, with Taishan Jue's protective body, Situ Sheng got up from the ground unharmed, and without waiting for Leng Qiqiao to get angry, he blessed Taishan Jue to everyone as soon as possible.

Then, as if they had met an iron bump, the icicles were stunned and could not go any further.

"It's finally stopped..."Xiao

Cun couldn't help but complain with the unconscious dog.

If it weren't for Situ Sheng's time, at the moment of crisis, he would probably have sacrificed the oil bottle of Inuda.

When Situ Sheng saw Inuda in the team, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly focused on fighting against the group of icicles in front of him.

"Break out with me, you can't hold on anymore!"

I saw Situ Sheng gritting his teeth, and the appearance of green muscles bursting out did not look like a fraud, it was the first time he blessed Taishan Jue to someone other than himself, which was a bit unbearable for him.

When everyone heard this, they all signaled, but Leng Qilan swallowed back the words that had just reached his mouth.

With the blessing of Situ Sheng's Taishan Jue, everyone was suddenly surrounded by a golden light, like a protective shield, unstoppable.

As soon as the sword rushed to the front of the team, only he knew Leng Yang Zhen's previous position, since he was there, then the exit was also very likely to be over there.

At this moment, in the huge group of icicles, the sword light and sword shadows flickered, and everyone broke through to the outermost periphery of the icicles as if no one was there.

"Old ghost!"

Situ Sheng suddenly saw a familiar figure, rubbed his eyes and repeatedly confirmed the identity of this person, and a killing intent came out of himself.

"Luo Fan, he was really Leng Yang Zhen..."

At this time, Leng Qilan suddenly spoke.

Situ Sheng was silent for a long time, nodded and said, "I'll put him in a safe position, let's prepare for a burial afterwards..."

"It's... I hurt him..."

Leng Qilan looked blank and muttered to himself.

Everyone showed a look of sympathy when they saw this, but the current situation really did not allow everyone to think, Leng Qiqiao comforted her sister by the side, and almost let her recover some fighting spirit.

"Don't blame yourself, it's my fault."

Situ Sheng also had a lonely look on his face, he felt that he was the direct cause of Luo Fan's murder.

"Things have come to this point, Brother Luo Fan can't come back to life, I want to avenge him!"

Situ Sheng's gaze turned to Leng Yang Zhen in the distance, and monstrous hatred emanated from his body.

Hearing this, Leng Qilan also perked up.

That's right, the revenge has not been avenged. The top priority is to eradicate Leng Yang Zhen, a thief!

"The old ghost is gone!"

Situ Sheng gasped, as if he had just used the Taishan Technique to expend a lot of energy.

Fortunately, he still has a killer feature!

I remember buying a century-old ginseng from someone before, and Luo Fan complained that it was a fake, but Situ Sheng's eyes were like a torch, and he could see at a glance that this ginseng was not only not a fake, but also had been around for hundreds of years.

The value of 100,000 yuan for this ginseng plant is simply a drop in the bucket.

Such a natural treasure is a good medicine for those with abilities to restore their abilities.

At this moment, Situ Sheng was about to exert the power of the ginseng that had been stored in his body before.

Attentive people can see that he has lost a lot of weight than before.

This is the consequence of the excessive use of Taishan Jue, and as for this secret, only Situ Sheng himself knows.

Now, a force suddenly rose in his body, and there was a faint feeling that it was about to overflow.

"Old ghost, suffer death!"

With the support of this extremely fast climbing and very powerful energy, Situ Sheng felt that the ability in his body had recovered instantly, and he was about to find a place to vent!

He stared at Leng Yang Zhen directly, and didn't take Leng Jun on the side in his eyes at all.

After saying that, he jumped and ran towards the father and son with invincible momentum.

"I'm coming!"

Leng Jun paced in front of his father, and then jumped forward and took a look at Situ Sheng.

The two of them slapped their palms almost at the same time, and Situ Sheng suddenly felt a cold feeling coming from his hand, but he did not show weakness at all.

What's more, how could he, who had just stimulated the power of that hundred-year-old ginseng, put Leng Jun in his eyes.

In an instant, with the force in his hand, a fiery momentum instantly melted the frost around him.

At the same time, a hot breath swept towards Leng Jun.

"Hmm!"

Leng Jun, who was hit by the heat, suddenly fell down like a kite that had lost its string.

Not far away, Leng Yangzhen looked puzzled.

People who watched the battle on the competition platform before were convinced that Situ Sheng was the Fanyin clan who had disappeared for a long time, and Leng Yangzhen also thought so.

If you want to talk about the Sanskrit race, it is a self-proclaimed noble race, and a few incomprehensible spells can cast a terrifying power like a disaster.

It is precisely because they think that they have a certain noble blood in their bones, and they never disdain hand-to-hand combat, for them, that kind of behavior is the behavior of beasts, and it is not elegant at all.

As a result, the Sanskrit people are basically unused for melee combat.

"What a freak!"

Leng Yangzhen was ignited by Situ Sheng's interest.

Seeing that his son Leng Jun was repulsed, he finally made a move!

Immediately "teleported" to Situ Sheng, seeing this situation, everyone exclaimed, and the picture of Feiyu having suffered a heavy blow flashed in their minds.

"Scythe!"

Sure enough, Leng Yang Zhen had a wind under his feet, and slashed through Situ Sheng's face door with one foot, thinking that this was a decapitating blow, but he didn't expect the ice blade that hit Situ Sheng's body to shatter in an instant.

"Huh?"

Leng Yangzhen's face was solemn.

Taking a closer look, it turned out that Situ Sheng cast Taishan Jue in advance and blocked this blow.

"Old ghost, do you know what a melee mage is?"

A strange word came out of Situ Sheng's mouth.

In the next second, his palms hung over, and his two big hands instantly pulled apart a slender net of fire.

It's simply a miniature version of his specialty stunt "Tianluo Fire Net".

Zilala~

There was a scorching sound from the fire net.

Immediately, it followed the sliding trajectory of Situ Sheng's arm and pounced on Leng Yangzhen.

Call!

A gust of wind instantly drove Leng Yangzhen's body to press downward.

I saw that he was wrapped around a slender fire net around his waist, Situ Sheng said that he didn't let go of anything, and when he was half a meter from the ground, Situ Sheng let go of his hands in vain.

The fire net fell with Leng Yang Zhen, and then, there were several crackling sounds.

The fire net exploded!

However, this was not the end of the story, and everyone suddenly focused on the rooftop. At the same time, a spell slowly came out of Situ Sheng's mouth: "Brahma Shengzhongyuan, the technique of Bailin, the great Wuxiang Tianluo, dry fire, Tianluo fire net!"

After chanting, the Tianluo Fire Net had already increased its power to the extreme, and this blow gathered most of the abilities in Situ Sheng's body, even if the hundred-year-old ginseng in his body exerted all the remaining energy, it no longer supported him to cast this technique for the second time.

When the fire net fell, Leng Yangzhen's open space was like a mess, and the smoke was dense.

"Father... Father!

Leng Jun hurriedly rushed to the gunsmoke to check on his father's condition.

At the same time, all eyes were on the place, all waiting for the outcome of the blow.

"Ahem... Ahem..."

A violent cough resounded throughout the audience, and everyone froze in place.