Glance Backs in Primordial World

"Boom!" The huge roar gradually sounded in the purple fog. It was difficult for the outside world to see the situation, but it was easy for those with higher strength to see the situation inside.

With the roar gradually left, but the spirit did not relax because of it. His eyes kept drifting in the purple fog, and his eyes were full of cold light. His right hand did not know when it had been raised, and he saw another hurricane coming.

A light green glow suddenly lit up and condensed on the surface of the palm. Compared with Zhuo Zixuan's arrogance, the glow on his hand was almost negligible.

However, he stopped before the spirit raised his palm. No matter how Zhuo Zixuan urged him, the hurricane could not move any further. Based on the palm of the spirit, the hurricane energy was gradually dissipated.

"It's impossible. It's absolutely impossible."

At this time, zhuozixuan's heart has produced a sense of despair, he does not believe that the strength of the guy in front of this magic group can be promoted to such a terrible level in an instant.

"You have no chance of winning!" The spirit's eyes show a trace of killing intention, and his body floats in the air. Now he is like a god of killing, because the source of this power comes from famine!

Zhuo Zixuan's face was gloomy. He felt such fear at first. Even if he did, he had no chance to win. Why? Where does his power come from?

"You can leave at ease!" A thick voice from the spirit of the mouth carelessly revealed, the tone of cold terrible. Zhuo Zixuan looked at the ground in amazement. The look in his eyes changed greatly. He was wrapped in a green shadow.

Zhuozixuan found that he was like an object to be slaughtered. He didn't know when the shadow of death had covered hundreds of meters. In other words, the other side controlled all the life and death within hundreds of meters of him, including zhuozixuan.

Then the spirit closed his eyes, and his momentum gradually disappeared. At the moment, the spirit also returned to the sea of cold and traceless knowledge. Now the nature who controls the body is cold and traceless himself.

Cold traceless mind is that lingering battle picture, mouth slightly twitch, cold to zhuozixuan said: "now you know the gap between you and me, even if you are strong, also won't be my opponent, and Beichen, I didn't think you can live to leave from the beginning!"

"It's true that I can't defeat you, but like you, I can borrow other people's power, even far more than you, and do a good job in the awareness of death. There's only the magic group, and there's no dark area of the future!"

"What I can guarantee is that there will be more people going down to accompany you in the dark of your future. My name is Leng Wuchen! The abandoned children of lingtianleng's family, you will never know what I have suffered. Now I will return the pain to you, so that you can accompany me to deeply experience the fear of helplessness. "

Zhuozixuan is about to say something, see cold traceless figure disappeared in place, when he appeared again, he had come to zhuozixuan less than half a meter away.

What followed was a fist wrapped in black ember gas, shining with dazzling brilliance. In a roar full of boundless domineering, the fist had pounded heavily on Zhuo Zixuan's right shoulder.

"This blow is a memorial to my painful past!" Roaring, because in the shadow, life is threatened, don't want to die like this zhuozixuan there is no stop.

His right shoulder was completely smashed by the fierce fist, his standing body flew upside down, and his mouth was full of blood, which had been severely damaged.

There is no one can't bear it at all. Leng Wuhen's cold eyes look at zhuozixuan. With a flash of body shape, he presses zhuozixuan, and his whole body strength comes out. With the help of the spirit, Leng Wuhen has raised his strength to the limit.

The fist suddenly falls on zhuozixuan's body, and the whole space seems to be distorted with its coming. This is beyond anyone's imagination.

"This fist is dedicated to Li Qianyou. I will kill all the people in the dark area for her!"

"This fist is dedicated to Jiang Jiaqi, because you don't deserve her!"

"It's only because of your arrogance and ignorance!"

"This fist is for the North Chen, feel unworthy for him, this kind of mean means you can use out!"

"This punch..." one punch after another, waving his fist almost like a madman, and the cold and hysterical roar reverberated in the air.

In the bombardment after bombardment, zhuozixuan's body hit heavily on the outer barrier. This time, the damage is more intense than last time. His body was completely imprinted into the incomparably solid barrier, and his blood gushed in succession.

"Li Qianyou, do you see that I will bury more people in the dark area of Wei because of you." Leng Wuchen murmured, looking at zhuozixuan who could not fall from the barrier, his white face had no pity, no expression, his pupils shrank slightly, and the shadow on the ground trembled violently.

When a cold wind blows, Zhuo Zixuan stops breathing and looks up at the sky with a calm smile on his face and tears in his eyes"You think you won!"

When Leng Wuhen relaxed his mood, a golden figure stood behind Leng Wuhen dozens of meters away. Leng Wuhen didn't turn around, but chuckled: "as I expected, you didn't die!"

Beichen also said with a faint smile: "such an ending is something I never thought of. Unfortunately, we are antagonistic, and we can't change this situation. If we have a choice, I will still be like this, and I never regret it. Send me away. I'm a little tired. If I die in zhuozixuan's hands, it will affect the reputation of the dark field."

Leng Wuhen said faintly: "at this time, you are still thinking about the influence you are in. It seems that you are indeed a good organizer, but you are not a qualified partner or a good family member. At least, what you care more about is influence."

"Maybe!" Beichen suddenly looked up at the sky, then slowly closed his eyes, and then said: "when I was a child, my dream was to become a person that everyone respects, but later I learned that it would be more long-term to be afraid than to respect..."

Leng Wuhen was silent after listening, and then a dark green dagger flew out of his hand and crossed Beichen's neck. Beichen didn't know it There was no resistance, or he gave up resistance.

There is always a faint smile on his face. Maybe it's a sad smile, maybe it's a slightly sad smile, maybe it's a bitter smile, maybe....

left some thought-provoking words in the end.

"You think you've won, but you've lost..."

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