Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 600 Killing Yuan Ying!

The middle-aged monk was holding on to Junjun Yu and getting closer to Gu Suqi and Tianchen Zhenjun.

In a blink of an eye, it was not enough.

Unlike the depressed excitement in the eyes of Gu Suqi and Tianchen Zhenjun, the middle-aged monk seemed calm, his eyes were deep, and there was no ripple.

When he came near, the middle-aged monk seemed to randomly throw Xun Junyu to the opposite Tianchen Zhenjun.

Tianchen Zhenjun's eyes were full of light, and he quickly reached out to pick it up.

On the other side, Gu Suqi couldn't help laughing.

"Haha ..."

suddenly!

Gu Suqi's laughter came to an abrupt end!

In the corner of his eyes, a glimpse of the figure, followed behind Junjun Yu, suddenly rushed forward, a pair of children's eyes swelled with fierce light, just like the ancient demon to eat people!

hiss!

Gu Suqi took a breath.

This middle-aged monk turned out to kill Yuan Ying Zhenjun!

How dare he!

A monk in Jin Danjing, how dare he do anything to Yuan Ying Zhenjun!

"Come to come!"

The middle-aged monk opened his mouth blankly like a spring thunder tongue, sending out a suffocating killing all over him, probing out a huge thick palm, covering the sky and agitating the storm.

Gu Suqi only felt that the eyes were dark, and a large shadow over his head came over, as if the dark clouds over the city!

"you wanna die!"

Gu Suqi held the sword backhand and slashed in front of him!

They are too close.

Before Zi Jian fully unfolded, Su Zimo's left hand had already grasped Gu Suqi's wrist first.

Even the clever swordsmanship is useless at this time.

This distance is the power of melee and physical power!

Gu Suqi's expression changed greatly, and finally a flash of confusion flashed in his eyes.

His wrists were locked tightly by middle-aged monks and he couldn't break free.

Only then did he realize that the middle-aged monk's body was terrible!

The melee power of this middle-aged monk is enough to threaten his life!

Gu Suqi is a real infant.

If they fight normally and use mana to mobilize mana, they will not give middle-aged monks a chance to get close.

In today's situation, being approached by a middle-aged monk is equivalent to being approached by a pure blood fierce beast.

The vast majority of practitioners are weak in body, far less than demons.

Therefore, the spiritual master will use spiritual skills, spells, and magical means to continuously open the distance to prevent the monster from approaching.

But as soon as the monster is approached, the true person is dangerous!

Tianchen Zhenjun just caught the Xun Junyu who was thrown over, and couldn't help it at all.

In this moment, everything can only depend on Gu Suqi himself!

The timing of the middle-aged monk's shot was too subtle.

One point faster and one point slower will not cause such a situation.

Click!

The middle-aged monk did not give Gu Suqi any reaction time at all, and directly crushed the latter's wrist!

"what!"

Gu Suqi let out a cry, and the cold sweat flowed out instantly.

call!

At the same time, the middle-aged monk's big hands came to the sky, and a tragic atmosphere to suppress everything broke out.

Gu Suqi's wrist was crushed, and her head suddenly stopped. By the time the reaction came, the middle-aged monk's palm had fallen above her head.

In a hurry, he could only raise his arms to block.

Click! Click!

It was just a short collision. Gu Suqi's arm was crushed instantly under the palm of the middle-aged monk!

The palms kept declining, and they were patted on Gu Suqi's Tianling cover!

boom!

Brain cracked!

Gu Suqi stared at his eyes, and cracks appeared on his face.

His skull was almost crushed by the palm of a middle-aged monk!

Yuan Shen was shattered directly, and the dead could not die anymore!

Yuan Ying Zhenjun falls!

Gu Suqi, who was in the center of the battlefield, couldn't react, and the others were still on the spot.

No matter whether it was Ji Yaoxue or Junjun Yu, no one expected that the situation on the battlefield changed suddenly, and with less than one breath, Yuanying Zhenjun fell unexpectedly!

Even more frightening is that the killing has not stopped!

"Monk, dare!"

Just now Tianchen Zhenjun put down Junjun Yu, and saw this scene, under the shaking of his heart, he couldn't help anger.

"Why don't I dare!"

After the middle-aged monk slayed his aunt Su Qi, there was no slight pause in his actions. A big step had already reached the face of Tianchen Zhenjun, and he screamed, "You are the one who kills!"

Hearing this sentence, Mingze Zhenjun was shocked.

It is you who killed you. These five words mean that from the very beginning, the middle-aged monk has murdered these two Yuanying Zhenjun!

This monk's life captures the king, not to negotiate as a bargaining chip.

He was born to capture Jun Yu just for this moment!

From beginning to end, he did not intend to let go of these two Yuanying Zhenjun!

This person is really brave!

On the battlefield.

The long sword in Tianchen Zhenjun's hands turned, and the sword's edge aimed at the middle-aged monk's heart, poking hard, whispering, "I don't know if I live or die!"

The sword is bright and sharp, enough to cut everything!

This is the magic weapon of Yuanying Zhenjun.

Although the middle-aged monk's physical body is powerful, he can break the top spirit with one finger, but he cannot hold the sharp edge of the magic weapon.

Facing Jian Xiu's sharp edge, he could only retreat.

However, as long as he retreats and the distance between the two sides widens, he will never have the opportunity to fight Yuan Ying Zhenjun.

"Oh!"

The middle-aged monk flashed a determination in his eyes and vomited the Brahma.

Nether tremor.

Tianchen Zhenjun's sword appeared a momentary pause.

But this slight pause, little attention, had little effect.

The speed of the middle-aged monk did not decrease, but he leaned slightly sideways, and continued to kill the true dust in the sky.

Huh!

This sword, which was originally stabbed at his heart, shifted a little, but still poked hard into the middle-aged monk's chest!

Blood appeared.

The middle-aged monk was unaware, and his eyes were full of ferocity, letting his sword penetrate his body, he continued to rush forward!

Ming Zezhen clearly saw that a **** sword body emerged from the middle-aged monk's vest.

This sword, though, failed to pierce the heart of a middle-aged monk.

But the distance between Jian Feng and the heart is just a stone's throw away!

As long as Tianchen Zhenjun's wrist turns, Jianfeng will be enough to smash the heart of a middle-aged monk!

At this moment, the middle-aged monk came in through the body with a sword and came to Tianchen Zhenjun, waving his arms directly!

This amputated arm looks soft and crumbled, but it looks like the proboscis of the ancient idol. With a click, it makes a crisp sound in the air, rolling around Tianchen Zhenjun's head and throwing it fiercely!

Click! Click!

Tianchen Zhenjun's head turned several times around his neck before he stopped slowly, his eyes were raised, and his breathing had been cut off.

The winner has been divided.

Life and death are divided.

Under this kind of strength, Tianchen Zhenjun's neck bones have long shattered.

In his head, the shock has become a paste, and the Yuanshen is gone.

Before dying, the palms of his hands were firmly holding the hilt.

But after all, it was a little slower, unable to crush the heart of the middle-aged monk.

This is the near war front!

As long as you are one step slower, even if it is only a little bit, one is life and the other is death!

Life and death are here!

Mingze Zhenjun couldn't believe how the middle-aged monk in the battlefield felt.

Just an outsider, he has been nervously sweating!

This is really life-threatening!

As long as Tianchen Zhenjun stepped forward quickly, it was this middle-aged monk lying on the ground at this time.

But after thinking about it, it seems that there is only such a choice, and such a decision, is it possible to fight the true dust of King Tianchen!

"What a terrible monk, who is he?"

Ming Ze Zhenjun looked at the back of the middle-aged monk and felt that in addition to shock, he was more afraid!

(End of this chapter)