Heavenly Sword Evil Sovereign

A large number of slaves, surrounded by the edge of the pit, shivering, because it seems that only death is waiting for them.

The more than 70 monks forced them very tightly. They also surrounded the square wood and Zifeng in a large open space.

Qingchen stood in the field, with his hands on his back, looking at the sky in the west, as if waiting, and his eyes showed the color of hope. With the dust, almost everyone looked to the West. For many people, it's like the sun will rise from there in the dark.

Finally, a piece of black gas appeared in the public's sight, getting closer and closer, and finally turned into a surging black cloud.

In the dark clouds, there is a bright and Dark Jade lotus platform, on which stands a young man with a cold face.

A breath, fluttering to the face, set off a strong dust wind, so that the sand roll back, the world color.

Come on, it's Nie Chen!

In a long distance, he had already discovered the bad things in this place, as well as a strange smell in the pit, which was different from the evil spirit and aura. This breath is the same as that of the pure dust.

This breath makes Ling Nie dust set off turbulent waves and irresolvable hatred in his heart, so that he can start all his cultivation and magic power, set off the overwhelming demonic Qi, and rush to come as fast as possible.

"Are you waiting for me?" Nie dust saw the purple wind two people with their back to back in the field, relaxed, and then looked at Qingchen with cold eyes.

Qingchen was the first person to see Nie Chen appear. He was also shocked by the fact that the jade lotus platform under Nie Chen's feet represented, and for his black breath!

"It seems that Qinglian is still defeated by you. It's amazing!" Qingchen still kept smiling and said faintly, "come on, you need a hard fight to fight!"

Nie Chen didn't say much. He jumped down from the jade lotus platform and landed on the ground like a javelin, hitting half a Zhang of dust. This scene made those monks who were holding slaves and Zifeng look scared.

In their eyes, Nie Chen's strength is enough to easily destroy all of them. Even compared with him, Nie Chen is not as good as him!

Nie dust toward purple wind two people walk, several friars body trembling, very consciously retreat to a far place. Nie Chen pressed his hands on Zifeng's shoulders and quietly sucked out the strange red Qi from Qingchen.

The red and strange smell remained in Zifeng's wounds and bodies, which disturbed their aura and eroded their wounds, making their injuries almost impossible to recover.

"War!" Nie dust for Zifeng two people, left two of the best spirit stone, toward the distant dust, cold voice mouth.

"Hum!" Qingchen smile, a light hum, it is like a shadow, quickly toward Nie dust.

Nie Chen is not willing to be outdone. He rushes toward Qingchen. They collide with each other in an instant, and a burst of roar breaks out. The billowing air waves, like sound waves, raise the dust on the ground and sweep around.

In Nie Chen's body, the evil Qi converged and finally disappeared. His body was strong and strong. Qingchen had a penetrating meaning, and there was no fluctuation of breath from top to bottom.

Their right fists, smashed together, their feet, sunk deep into the earth and gravel on the ground. Two people stand there, looking light floating, but there is a strong wave that suppresses everything around them, which directly shakes the soul!

After one punch, the two hands again. It is Qingchen who starts to move first. He grabs Nie Chen's right fist. His left hand is pinched into a fist and floats gently toward the back joint under Nie Chen's right elbow.

It seems to be light and casual, but it is absolutely powerful. Moreover, its aiming position is the weak part of human joints, which is a simple but practical anti joint fighting skill.

"Hum!" Nie Chen gave a cold hum. His arm bent slightly toward the inside, but Qingchen's fist hit him on the hardest bone at his elbow joint.

The fighting skill of Qingchen's anti joint is so lightly broken by Nie Chen.

At the moment when Nie Chen bent his elbow, he would not be willing to defend passively. His left leg made a force, and with a very strong foot, he swept to Qingchen's waist and abdomen accurately and quickly.

Bang!

Qingchen smiles, but also very cleverly raises the right foot, uses his leg bone directly, the grid blocks Nie dust to sweep out, just fierce left leg.

There was another burst of crashing sound, which broke out. Both of them didn't step back and tremble. They collided with each other physically, fierce and domineering.

After Qingchen blocked Nie Chen's right foot on his left leg, Qingchen kicked out a foot straight forward, kicking to Nie Chen's chest, but he just met Nie Chen's left hand.

Nie Chen's fist hit Qingchen's feet with a roar. Under the strong rebound force, both of them retreated two feet backward.

"Nie Chen, he has a strong body!" Just now, the defeated Fang Mu opens his mouth to remind Nie Chen.

"How can Qingchen's body be so powerful? His breath, it looks like a man Purple wind sit on the ground, slowly open his mouth, the road out of the color of memory.Zifeng and Zifeng both know how powerful Nie Chen's body is. However, they are good at refining tools and magic arts. The generation of such a strong body is enough to compete with Nie Chen, which makes people feel palpable.

"Mr. Qingchen is mighty!" In the distance, those monks who watched the battle began to speak one after another, because although Nannie Chen's momentum was amazing, Qingchen did not fall behind at all. It seemed that he was still so indifferent, with a smile on his face, and seemed to be at ease.

"The battle of Lord Qingchen is just like a warrior, but far more powerful than a warrior!"

"Yes, I have seen him fight Zeng shaozong for half a day without using any magic and magic tools. In the end, they were all equal!"

"I heard that he refused the invitation of tianhanzong and gave up his identity as a disciple of tianhanzong. No matter whether it's true or not, it seems that Lord Qingchen really has this strength and can be selected by tianhanzong. "

"Mr. Qingchen, your thoughts are different from others. And his background, it seems, is not simple! The emissary who is stationed in our clan seems to have something to do with Lord Qingchen! "

"Yes, I heard that they all came from a family, and this family, in tianhanzong, there are elder level figures..."

"No wonder, they have the courage and posture to refuse the invitation of tianhanzong..."

Speaking of this, all the monks, looking at the indifferent dust on their faces, looked envious and awed!

"You must win

"Please, you must win..." Those slaves, listening to the monks' words, were more frightened. At the moment, their only hope was gathered in Nie Chen's body.

"Win? How can you win with the slave The friars, coming close, threatened and mocked the slaves.

"Be quiet, or I will kill you first!" A monk said coldly with his axe.

"If anyone dares to kill another person, he will die in my hands first, before our decisive battle is decided." Nie Chen looks at the dust on the opposite side, the obscure voice appears to be a little cold.

In the distance, Nie Chen's jade lotus platform was surrounded by demons, and floated slowly towards this side. He immediately stunned those domineering friars and made them shut their mouths!

"You will win, Nie Chen!" This voice, a little familiar, Nie dust residual light swept away, but saw a fellow figure.

"Purple Palace!" Purple wind face excited, looking at a figure from behind the crowd to squeeze out, this figure.

Excited toward the purple wind and square wood rushed, the last one to seize the right hand of purple wind.

"Nie Chen, don't be distracted!" Fang Mu was afraid that Nie Chen was distracted by his classmates and said in a loud voice.

"Don't worry!" Nie dust's quiet voice, faint return.

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In the battlefield, smoke and dust rose everywhere, covering the figures of Nie Chen and Qingchen. It is difficult to see the specific situation. We can only imagine the fierce battle in the field according to the chaotic scene.

Two shadows, moving fast, almost beyond the level of the naked eye can capture, one appears in the air three feet high, the fist and foot add together, and then cross the ground, sweeping the dust.

Their battle gradually spread to the edge of the woods, only those grass and trees, have withered, in his momentum and vibration, shivering.

"Click!" Nie Chen ducked his head and avoided Qingchen's palm knife. However, a big tree behind him broke directly and was cut off by Shengsheng.

Qingchen suddenly kicked out, Nie Chen's arms crossed, his whole person, then flew back, until a battle, Nie Chen just fixed his figure.

"Mr. Qingchen is so strong!"

"Ah, the slave has been defeated Those friars were very excited for a moment. They were excited when they saw that Qingchen had the upper hand.

"Can't even the strength of this man defeat the dust?" Some slaves, in the end, were practitioners. Although their accomplishments were granted, they could still see the situation of the war.

"Hold on, you can't lose!"

"Lose, we all have to die, fight on, don't give up, you are very strong!" The slaves, anxious, cheered for Nie Chen.

"Elder martial brother Nie Chen, can you win?" Beside the Purple Palace, beside the knee and the purple wind, the eyes are confused.

"Don't worry, Nie Chen retreated because of their fight, and it won't affect many slaves who are defenseless." Zifeng comforts zique.

"He won't lose!" The voice of square wood is always firm and sonorous.

He and Nie dust walk to now, often for Nie dust action surprised, in the heart has been very convinced Nie dust.

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"Well, I still want to protect them. I can't protect myself!" Qingchen smiles, leaps forward, rushes toward Nie dust, the figure is quick and sharp, but also has a kind of ethereal meaning.

"Is it?" Nie Chen's eyes were always cold and full of killing intention.

The trees and plants were flying and the trees were broken. The woods on the edge of the valley, the birds were startled, and the animals ran away. They didn't want to be affected by the battle.A quarter of an hour later, in addition to a few giant trees rustling in the vigorous wind, there was no vegetation in the battlefield, all turned into dust. On the ground, mixed with the original loess gravel, they piled up layer by layer.

Bang!

With a loud noise, a figure originally stopped in the air, but it was kicked out of the chaotic place by another figure, and flew back from the gap between the tree tops of those big trees.

Nie Chen landed on his feet and retreated in succession. He drew two long gullies on the ground. After three Zhang, he settled down.

His mouth, a little red, but some blood overflow!

Nie Chen frowned, and was very surprised in his heart. The flesh of Qingchen was really powerful, far beyond his expectation!

He had thought that, after defeating Qinglian, he would save all the slaves and leave here, and there would be no more obstacles. However, the power of the dust was born in his plan track, and drew a strong and conspicuous cut-off line!

Although he knows, this dust, very strong, far better than Qingfeng and others. But I didn't expect that he would be so strong that he could almost fight with Qinglian unarmed, which is very unreasonable!

"His physical hardness is above me!" Nie Chen's heart, no fear, but still very surprised.

After all, it's really unexpected that there is such a friar who practices the body in a horizontal way!

If he still has magic and magic weapons that are still used as hidden means and follow-up combat power, the result of Nie Chen's battle will be unpredictable!

"Ah, Ziyang has a strong body. Five years ago, I felt inferior to you, so I gave up!" Qingchen flew out of the tree and landed on the ground. She said with a natural and elegant smile: "but now, I'm still a little successful in my practice. Although I feel sorry for fighting with you who have been in prison for three years and have not made any progress in practice, I feel sorry, but I can't help it. I have to stop here! "

Witnessing the defeat of Nie Chen, all the slaves showed a look of despair. Their results seemed to have been doomed, and there was no hope!

On the contrary, the more than 70 monks, however, roared with excitement and gave out the voice of worship and awe to the indifferent dust!