Supreme Pill Saint

At this moment, Feng prisoner is going crazy!!!

He had never felt the agony of time.

Why don't you hear about the moon?

It's really too late!

At the same time.

Su Chen, too.

He is not a man to be caught with his hands on.

While his body shape fluctuates, so does the ancient dust sword.

At this moment, Su Chen's blood is also boiling.

Because, felt extremely dangerous, the Ancient Soul ancestor vein has the fluctuation.

The spirit has reached the extreme. Su Chen has never been so calm.

He even has sweat pores.

He must be calm enough, or he will die.

It's bound to die.

He admitted that Zhuo Ming's continuous cutting made him feel the threat of death and the strong threat of death.

Under the extreme operation of the spirit, he managed to capture all the strange, sudden and hidden directions of Zhuo Ming's Sabre and knife attacking back and forth.

His figure, like a wisp of smoke, seems unhappy in the fluctuation, but in fact, the shadow moves together, more than a billion

It seems unhappy, but every time, it's lucky and dangerous to avoid Zhuo Ming's sword.

Limit avoidance.

Su Chen has turned his body and method over 100%.

This is the only way to avoid.

He has blood on him.

It was cut by Zhuo Ming's blade.

Zhuo Ming's blade is too strong!

Even if you don't get hit directly, you will touch the edge of the blade every time you dodge.

In the blink of an eye, Su Chen was covered in blood.

But his heart beat faster and more calm.

His control of body shape is growing clearly.

Between life and death, Su Chen seems to have put out all the potential and is forced to be stronger.

Su Chen feels that his control over his body and blood is more and more pure.

People, only to be forced to a certain extent, to know their limits.

It's like Su Chen at the moment.

Every moment, we are making progress. If we don't make progress, we will be smashed into powder by the blade.

"It's impossible!!!" Zhuo Ming, finally moved.

Don't look down on these three or four breaths, but in fact, the blade he made has attacked Su Chen no less than ten thousand times in the roundabout.

And Su Chen, one by one.

If we dodge twice, it's luck, but ten thousand times, it's not luck, it's strength.

Zhuo Ming can't believe it.

He said for sure that he didn't keep his hand.

So far, he has never failed in his attack way of constantly cutting.

Even Zhuo Ming felt that his constant attack could threaten the real Wuji cultivator.

Moreover, Zhuo Ming thinks that if someone can break his own attack, the only way is to crush it with absolute strength, rather than avoid it.

Because no one can do such a subtle calculation, let alone such an exaggerated response speed.

But now

Su Chen did it.

It did.

The mythical reaction speed, the escape speed beyond the limit of thinking

Outside the small space.

Whether the ancestors of the Li family, Zhao Lingxi's Taoist protector or Feng prisoner, they almost bite their own tongue.

This This How is this possible?

Don't speak of a young man in the supreme realm.

Even if they are old monsters who want to become the emperor, they can't do it if they don't have to crush them with absolute strength, just like Su Chen.

No one can have such an exaggerated reaction speed, dodge speed, and no one can have such an accurate calculation speed that makes the scalp numb.

But

Speed is done!!!

It's amazing!

It's like an ordinary person doing a series of numerical calculations, whose speed is faster than that of a computer. Moreover, it's absolutely accurate. This This is bullshit at all!

"Incredible." In the sky, the old man with hunchback has already moved very much. The eyes of the old man are twinkling. Before, he thought that the limit of the evils in the world is nothing more than the little Lord. Unexpectedly

No.

Not at all.

At present, this 800 year old young man is only talking about talent and fighting talent. He's the best!

At this moment, Zhuo Ming is not only interested in killing Su Chen, but also in killing him.Such evils are not Zhuo's family or his own. They must die. They will not die. In the future, they will be a disaster, especially now they will not die with the young Lord.

At the same time.

The bright red color on Su Chen's body is slowly disappearing.

Why?

Because, he adapted to the rhythm.

Almost every time he dodges a knife attack, his purity of control over his body will rise a little.

Generally speaking, being forced by extreme life and death, Su Chen's strength is rapidly improving

So, he's getting used to it more and more, more and more relaxed.

As a result, the scars on his body that were swept by the sharp edge of the blade were less and less, and he had time to recover.

In addition, time, chaos, ancient spirit and ancestral vein bring absolutely exaggerated scar resilience, so his scar is recovering.

This is a normal thing for Su Chen, but Zhuo Ming can see it in his eyes, and his eyes almost explode.

How is it possible? How is that possible? How is that possible?

He kept asking himself.

First, how can su Chen quickly adapt to his blade attack? Is there room for progress under the limit of avoidance? This is no longer a man!

Second, how can su Chen recover rapidly from the wounds caused by the sharp edge of his sword? You know, it was attacked by your own dark sword! The attack of this life emperor's soldiers, plus forty thousand years of pregnancy, drinking a lot of evil blood and so on, this dark Sabre has evolved its own dark poison. Basically, as long as it's hurt by the dark sabre, even if it's a little bit, it will take a long time to recover the wound. It's still a case of having a lot of vital treasures, but Su Chen has been injured all over and has no use He's treasure, just Just So you're back on your own? It's not a ghost. What is it?

"I want you dead!" Finally, Zhuo Ming can't control it. His fluctuating figure suddenly stops, and his killing intention finally accumulates to the peak.

Now, I just want to kill Su Chen.

That's the idea.

All the other pride and so on are gone.

Originally, according to his reputation, status, strength, realm and so on, he did not want to use the card.

In that case, it's hard to hear.

It's a disservice to his reputation.

But now.

He couldn't care.

The figure just stopped.

Zhuo Ming's body surged black torrents.

A flood of liquid.

Zhuo Ming seems to have disappeared and turned black.

The black rolled and tumbled.

That black, full of an introverted to the extreme magic power.

The magic power fluctuates. All the people outside the small space, who are around, just feel suffocated.

Too pure magic power.