Glance Backs in Primordial World

"We won't understand what he thinks!" Xiuping sighed.

In fact, Leng Wuhen himself has found this problem. The other party feels like playing with himself again, but it's not like Leng Wuhen can't figure out what is implied and what the other party means.

"Why don't you show your real strength and fight me?" Leng Wuchen finally asked.

After hearing this, Wu burst out laughing: "how do you know I didn't take it seriously?"

"Here it is Leng Wuhen was speechless

"in fact, I just want to know some answers. I see a lot of things I want to know from you, but I'm beginning to appreciate you. How about joining our soul clan?"

"Besides, I don't think it's possible for you to betray yourself."

"If you think about it, no one knows more about it than me. Don't you be moved?" He asked with a smile on his face.

"I said it's impossible. Do it! I don't have so much time and patience. Besides, I think you're procrastinating. Isn't your aura fast enough? " Cold no trace on the face of a pair of ironic expression laugh way.

Wu slightly shook his head and said: "naive!"

"Boom!" The smoke and earth filled the air, cold and traceless, and it flew out of the air in an instant without a fist. It fell on the uneven ground, and the blood in the body was churning. It felt like syncope.

"So fast!" Cough! Is this guy serious? How is that possible? Cold no trace of the mind of countless questions, really as they think, this guy has been playing with himself.

When he thought about it again, Leng Wuhen looked up and saw a large shadow covering him. The scope of the attack made him unable to dodge in a moment, so he had to fight back. His right hand was wrapped by the ember gas, Leng Wuhen waved his arm to meet him, and fell on Wu's fist that was fast attacking him.

"Boom!"

The shock made the surrounding sand and stone fragments flying all over the sky. The collision between the shaking forces of the earth forced the cold and traceless ankle into the soil on the ground, and the surrounding land cracked layers of fine lines.

It's not over yet. I see Wu's hands protruding, two black shadows appearing, and the illusory dragon opens its mouth and faces the air, Shua! A huge blade fell out of thin air, and the sharp light swept towards Lengwu trace quickly.

The long dragon bites the falling blade. The blade is in front of Leng Wuhen's eyes. No matter how hard it is, it can't fall any more. The sweat on Leng Wuhen's forehead can't stop falling.

Flash back to jump, barely stabilized the body, gasping heavily, bang! Bang! A series of rapid air breaking sounds, without fists and feet, are extremely powerful, just like the roaring shells, full of breathtaking explosive power. Each time you punch, it is enough to make the air around you sharp, harsh and full of fist marks. Toward the cold no trace whistling away.

"You're not as fit as me!" No cold way, the speed of the shot is faster and faster, more and more fierce.

Leng Wuhen sticks to his head and uses his body and soul to chant hard. Then, every fight makes Leng Wuhen tremble, and the abnormal pain surges all over his body. While dodging the attack, Leng Wuhen sweats like rain, but his mind is thinking about how to change the current passive situation and get rid of this distressed situation. If it goes on like this, he will definitely be killed I'm dead.

There's no doubt about it. Leng Wuhen is sure. Boom! Wu's fist fell on the ground, creating a huge hole, and around the hole there were countless lines of different lengths, which looked very frightening. It seemed that I underestimated the man in front of me, cold traceless heart secret way.

Use the terrain spirit skill, or you will be dragged to death. Leng Wuhen analyzes it in his mind and says to the spirit who controls his body.

"That's the only way!"

"Phantom, phantom

In an instant, dozens of layers of purple light cover slowly fell over the battlefield, and the surrounding area was full of purple fog. It was hard for people outside to see the situation inside, as if they were separated by another space.

The six people in the dark have been deeply shocked at this time. The boy actually uses the terrain spirit skill at this time, and it's still magic spirit, and the purple fog is more and more evil.

At the moment, the expression on Wu's face has lost the indifferent color just now, and the expression seems to be a little dignified.

"How can he use magic terrain? Who taught this boy?"

At the same time, dozens of red light blades had attacked him. Rootless could not think at this moment, and the ember gas at his feet suddenly came out of the fast rotating block.

No trace saw a smile on the corner of his mouth and jumped up. Extremely fast speed toward no rush and go, from the crystal space out of the ghost nightmare, ghost nightmare rapid change, from the sickle shape evolved into a blood red long blade.

This is the second level nightmare form. The weapon spirit is divided into nine levels. Each weapon with weapon spirit has its own name. It takes a huge spiritual foundation to transform into the next form. In the process of transformation, there are only a few mutated weapon spiritsAt this time, Wu trace has come to Wu's back. Lingyan smashes out in an instant with a layer of purple ember gas. At the same time, Wu turns over and jumps. The two black awn blades on his hand meet Leng Wu trace's Lingyan.

The sharp light of the knife instantly reflected on Wu's slightly discolored face. The next second, the blade with the great power of chopping fiercely towards Wu's body. Wu knew that he couldn't escape the knife, because the falling speed of the blade was too fast, and the distance between the blade and his body was gradually shortened. It was impossible to escape completely.

But to ensure that they will not be too much hurt, or can do! So, in the moment of the lightning flint, the center of gravity of the uncontrollable tiptoe moves sideways. With the inertia of the side body, the key part of the chest is out of the way. At this time, Lingyan has penetrated the black double blades in Wushou's hands. The second level spirit has penetrating ability, but each characteristic is different, and the cold traceless Lingyan has such a function!

"Hiss!"

Lingyan cut it down and cut it directly on Wu's shoulder. The blood splashed everywhere like a fountain.

"Hurt? No injuries? "

At the moment, he can only see what's going on inside his forehead by using his fixed eyes.

"I didn't expect you to hurt me?"

Wu Lengleng said: "it seems that you have the function of slowing down the speed

Cold no trace smile: "but not as simple as you think!"