Sky War Soul

In the hunting ground.

In the deep mountains and forests, Fang Zhiwang looks at the slowly fallen beast in front of him, with a smile on his lips.

In sum, this is the fifth life and death peak monster he killed.

The beast fell to the ground, then turned into a wisp of spirit and quickly dissipated.

"It's the fourth day. I haven't met any other scholars. It seems that the hunting ground is really big!"

The local chronicles put away the spirit of martial arts and continued to find other monsters.

Because these monsters are not intelligent, even the top monsters in life and death are not so difficult to deal with.

As long as your body method is fast enough, you can do a good job in involving and suppressing. If you are not hit by monsters, you can easily win.

Although he was born in the royal family, he never came to this hunting ground for the simple reason that he was not interested.

It was because he had never been here that he ran like a headless fly in the hunting ground, no matter where he went.

"Local chronicles?"

Just then, an unexpected voice rang out in the jungle not far away.

The local chronicle turned his head and looked at the visitor.

The visitor was dressed as a Confucian scholar. His white robe was spotless, his hair was tied and his face was very handsome.

"Qian Yan, why don't you come to me to hunt monsters?"

The corner of Fang Zhi's mouth provoked a sneer. He and Qian Yan did not deal with each other. Naturally, they could not have a good face.

"I just want to see you. How are you doing?"

Qian Yan went to the local chronicles and raised his eyebrows slightly, saying, "you can win me if you and I don't have any restrictions, who will be stronger?"

"You want to try?"

The local chronicles expression gradually became cold, and Qian Yan was obviously looking for trouble.

Although the ambition is not afraid, fighting him is obviously a waste of time.

In the hunting ground, there is not much time for rest. If you want to achieve good results, you should seize every minute and second.

It's unwise to waste on fighting.

Moreover, Qian Yan's strength is not much different from his own. Once fighting, it will take a long time to distinguish the winner from the loser.

After the war, we should have enough time to recover. We should waste a lot of time going in.

"Let me see, how powerful you are!"

Qian Yan sneered, reached out to grasp in the void, and suddenly a bloody red armor appeared on his body, which was very ferocious.

On this bloody red armor, there are gorgeous carvings everywhere, and a wolf head is inlaid on the chest, making a hissing roar.

Heaven level eight, blood wolf and armor.

For the old rival Qian Yan, the local chronicles are naturally well understood.

The blood wolf battle armor has strong defense, can attack and defend. In addition, Qian Yan is a strong body builder, which is really difficult to deal with.

"You and I have never really won. Since you want to try, I will accompany you."

Fang Zhishen takes a deep breath, and suddenly eight golden lights shine behind him, which is very brilliant.

His soul is a war gun, full of pure silver. There are countless small lightning around, crackling.

It's a heaven level eight grade, soul breaking cold gun.

At the moment when the soul breaking cold gun was sacrificed, Fang Zhi's pupil was cold with a flash of cold, and his hand was fast as lightning, and he suddenly stabbed forward.

A straight line derived from the void stabbed Qian Yan's eyebrow with incredible speed.

The sky is broken and cracks are born.

A move is a kill.

"Oh."

Qian Yan raised his hand and grabbed the hand wrapped in gloves. He suddenly grasped the tip of the broken soul cold gun in his hand.

"Crackle!"

The lightning hit Qian Yan's palm wantonly, but he was completely blocked by his blood wolf and armor.

"Squeak."

The voice of toothache sounded. Under the vigorous assassination of local will, the glove in Qian Yan's palm cracked.

The soul breaking cold spear is extremely sharp. Qian Yan can only block the moves by relying on the blood wolf and the armor.

Otherwise, Rao, as a strong body builder, can only avoid the sharp.

Qian Yan grabs the palm of the gun tip and pulls it. He wants to pull the center of gravity of Fangzhi's body. Then he clenches his other hand into a fist and smashes it in front of him without hesitation.

"Boom!"

The void is a little bleak, only the power of this fist.

Such a close-up prestige, coupled with the fast and fast boxing, is impossible for local ambition to avoid!

However, the local chronicles didn't panic. They released the soul breaking cold gun with their hands, and met them face to face in a posture of four or two thousand jin.

"Click!"

Qian Yan's fists hit the palms of the local chronicles, smashing the void into pieces, splashing out huge waves of air and rushing to the four sides.

If you put it in the normal time, the local chronicles will definitely lose both arms.

You are not a strong exerciser. Who gives you courage when you meet with a strong exerciser?

But now, Qian Yan finds that his fist can't stand it and smashes it aside.

He stumbled and smashed his fist to one side.

"Boom!"

The terrible wave of body and soul broke out completely, and the whole sky was hit with a deep ditch, overflowing around.

Countless trees, rolled down by the storm, turned into powder.

Even the green mountains are broken, forming a large hole hundreds of meters around.

It's missed!

Under the influence of local chronicles, I actually lost my aim and missed it!

"Damn it!"

Qian Yan was very angry. He twisted his body and turned to kick the local ambition.

Who knows that the local ambition made a response ahead of time? The broken soul cold gun hit Qian Yan's leg and left him with a big flaw.

Then, Fang Zhi raised his hand lightly and stabbed the wolf head in Qian Yan's chest.

It's hard to move the broken soul cold spear when it enters one inch or so.

"What a fierce offensive."

Qian Yan was shocked at the bottom of his heart. Although he didn't get hurt by this attack, he was still afraid of the continuous display of oppression skills.

Although local chronicle is not a strong one, it was from Chu Yun who taught him basic fighting skills just now.

With this, he was able to defuse his offensive, which was really terrifying.

The eyes of the wolf head suddenly turned red in the chest, and Qian Yan's strength suddenly increased by a few points. He raised his hand and smashed the local ambition out.

The local will timely block the soul breaking cold gun in front of us, and then we can dissolve the power of this attack.

After a series of battles, the two men are still equally divided. Neither of them shows superior strength and skill.

"You haven't made much progress these years."

With a smile, Fang Zhi held a gun flower.

Qian Yan's expression was cold. He thought he could use the momentum of a strong body builder to crush him, but the other side was so difficult to deal with.

The three-month fighting skill that I practiced at the beginning has become the key.

"No matter how little progress I make, I can defeat you more than enough!"

Qian Yan burst out to drink and turned into a red and empty shadow. He raised his hand and called Qian Yan.

Before the fight arrived, it was the first one to break out the terror aftereffect. It was a red work, shining like a round of blood, and the endless force forced the empty space to rise and shake.

The local chronicles dare not underestimate anything. The spirit spirit rises crazily. The whole body exudes the spirit flame of essence, just like the God of war bathing in the brightness of God.

The soul breaking cold gun almost turned into a dragon. It wandered wildly. In a very short time, it broke out a sharp light curtain, which made the heaven and earth tremble.

Awe and awe the world.

Infinite brilliant energy light source is born, which adds some light to this dark jungle.

"Pooh!"

The broken soul cold gun stabbed into the red virtual shadow, but it stabbed an empty one.

Qian Yan got out of it in time, slapped it with a sneer and turned the earth upside down.

"Boom!"

Hundreds of meters of land turned up, and the local records were shaken back so far away that there was anger in their eyes.

In front of us, the land was overturned like a wave blocking the sun.

"Pluto power!"

There was a flash of silver in the pupils of local records, and then the void where the soul breaking cold gun was located, hissing and tearing out a black hole crack.

Countless lightning attached to it, crackling and ringing.

Face to face the land pressed in front of you, the local ambition will fight the gun in your hand and thrust it out!

The silver flash was dazzling.

The ground is easily penetrated, and it is riddled with holes by countless lightning, making a deafening hum.

"Crackle!"

Thousands of lightning, led by gun power, rushed to Qian Yan and sealed all the positions he could avoid. No matter how he struggled, he could not escape.

Qian Yan is obviously not the first time to face this move. He takes a deep breath and suddenly bursts out red light curtain around his body.

Then, his arms crossed in front of him, and the armor protecting the back of his hand suddenly protruded several scarlet sharp stabs, flashing a fierce cold light.

"Poof! Puff! Puff! "

Innumerable lightning strikes on the red light curtain, which is swallowed and assimilated in an instant, and can't make any waves at all.

Lightning strike, mixed with gun momentum, is like a storm, tearing the bloody light curtain.

Soon, the blood red light curtain was distorted.

Just about to bear the moment, the red curtain of blood suddenly split into two, from which a figure rushed out like lightning and rushed towards the local chronicles.

Fang Zhi's pupil contracted violently. He didn't expect that Qian Yan would give up the resistance of the red curtain of blood and bear the impact of lightning and kill here.

"Pa!"

The first lightning burst on Qian Yan's body, only leaving traces on his blood wolf and armor.

Next, the second, the third

But it's only a hundred meter journey. Qian Yan rushed all the way, bruised all over.

But his eyes are very firm, in any case to defeat the local will!

The sharp spikes protruding from the armor on his back were already ready to go.

Time is too short to deal with.

The brain of local chronicles flashed a variety of coping methods, all of which were denied by him one by one.

It's too fast, too fierce. I don't know how to deal with it.

All of a sudden, the local chronicles seem to think of something, and there is a clear and bright in the brain.

If you don't know how to deal with it, try the basic moves taught by the teacher.

"I believe in teachers."

The bottom of the local chronicles is hot. With a sudden release, the soul breaking cold gun "bang" falls to the ground.

This is the second time that we are in danger.

Coincidentally, the last opponent was Qian Yan.