The Strongest Soldier in the City

6130-Puppet

All of this is expected. In such a battle, no one can guarantee to retreat with his whole body, and so is he.

In the heavy rain, he faced a huge wave and slowly straightened his body.

His waist is still straight, and his burly body is as tall as a mountain.

His eyes were piercing and sharp, he glanced around and saw the black robe old man who was also awake in the distance and was struggling to get up.

He didn't see the gray-robed old man, presumably, he also sank into the sea, with many ills and bad luck.

In such a tragic battle, no one can be spared.

Shura firmly believes that the injury of the other two must not be less than his own, and even heavier. Shura is very confident in his own strength!

Shura did not hesitate, facing the torrential rain, stepped towards the black robe old man.

The black-robed old man had a painful look on his face, and there was still blood that hadn't been washed away by the rain at the corner of his mouth.

His face was pale, his eyebrows were twitching, and his eyes were full of fright and weakness. Obviously, he suffered serious injuries in this battle, and his current situation is very bad.

More importantly, the impact on his heart was too great, and Shura's extreme intrepidity and dominance had already defeated all of his confidence.

"Sura, what do you want to do? Are you murderous to me? You are drifting away on an absolute road." The black-robed old man said hurriedly, ignoring the severe pain from his body, slowly Go back and keep a safe distance from the terrifying man in front of you.

Shura had no words, the expression on his face was indifferent and resolute, and the murderous intent appeared in his eyes. The piercing mind was extremely frightening.

Taking a big step, Shura's speed rose in vain, and his body rushed out like an ape.

The glow on his body was like a galaxy hanging upside down, extremely dazzling, and contained an aura of destruction.

Even with one enemy and two, even if the battle has reached such a tragic level, Shura still maintains a strong air cover, he obviously still has the power to fight.

It can only be said that his strength is too strong, and his body is too strong, like a **** of war who will not fall.

In an instant, Shura rushed to the black-robed old man and slammed his fist at the black-robed old man.

The black-robed old man paled in horror, his eyes flashed with horror.

At this critical moment, he was naturally unwilling to fall like this.

With a low growl, the black-robed old man charged with brilliance and used his last remaining energy to resist, and fought with Shura again.

In the fierce fight, the intensity of the light is intertwined, and the constant collision and crushing makes the air burst into waves, and the airflow reverses, like a wave surging.

However, the black-robed old man was clearly at a disadvantage.

Just now he and the gray-robed old man joined forces, and they couldn't suppress Shura alone. Now he is the only one left, so naturally it is not enough.

Although the difference in strength between the two sides is not very obvious, there is a difference after all.

Especially in the psychology of the two sides, there is a big gap. One is brave, but the other is cowardly.

Not long after the confrontation, the black-robed old man was bombarded by Shura on his chest, and his whole body flew upside down like a cannonball, smashing a huge rock, and smashing the ground into a deep pit.

"Cough cough~" The black robe old man coughed one after another, blood gushing out of his mouth, and was quickly washed away by the drifting rain, making the whole person look desolate and embarrassed.

"Xura, you can't kill me. I'm from the Xuanyuan family. I am the core elder of the Xuanyuan family. If I die by your hands, you will definitely suffer the most cruel revenge from the Xuanyuan family. The anger of the Xuanyuan family will burn you. Ashes." The black-robed old man was terrified. He lay on the ground, clutching his chest, and yelled.

Shura expressionlessly, stepped forward, approaching the black-robed old man: "Xuanyuan Family? What is Xuanyuan Family? It was more than 20 years ago, and he didn't even have the qualifications to lift my shoes."

Hearing this, the black-robed old man looked terrified, his pupils contracted, and he was shocked: "Who are you? Who are you?"

"Remember, my name is Chen Pingsheng." Shura walked up to the black robe old man, stood there, condescending, and domineering.

The black-robed old man's eyes were as wide as Tongling. He was astonished: "Chen Pingsheng? Who are you?"

Shura was indifferent, without explaining too much. He protruded a palm, shaking in the air, his palms became claws, and a surging intensity gleamed.

At the same time, the neck of the black robe old man was surrounded by a cloud of white mist that was transformed into a powerful glow.

The black-robed old man seemed to have his throat choked, and a painful color appeared on his face. He struggled hard, his silver gleaming violently, trying to break free of this deadly restraint and restraint.

But under Shura's belief in killing him, he lacked the ability to return to the sky, and no matter how hard he ran the energy in his body, he couldn't get rid of this breath of death.

Slowly, the black-robed old man's body slowly rose into the air, as if being dragged by something.

Afterwards, the black robe old man fell into Shura's palm, and was pinched by the neck of Shura's palm.

The two were close to each other. On the edge of the black-robed old man who was about to suffocate, Shura coldly spit out a few words: "The last thing you should do is to chase Chen Liuhe in the black prison. Anyone who tries to want him to die , All have to die."

As soon as the sound of this sentence fell, there was a sudden "click" sound.

The neck of the black-robed old man was crushed to pieces like this, and the black-robed old man's head was tilted, and there was no more struggle or anger.

Until this moment of breathlessness, the black-robed old man stared with a pair of eyes, and his eyes were filled with endless fear and horror.

A strong man in the palace realm fell like this, and fell so simply and uselessly.

The palm of his hand was loosened, and the corpse of the black-robed old man fell to the ground, and Shura couldn't help it finally, a mouthful of blood emerged from the corner of his mouth, slowly overflowing.

This battle was very tragic, and he paid a great price.

With his strength, fighting the two strongest men in the same realm still seemed a bit difficult.

Of course, this is what he thinks. If the results of tonight's battle reach the ears of others, it will be beyond shock.

This is bound to be a fierce battle that shocked the world!

In the palace realm, with one enemy and two, you can still win, this is unheard of, this is enough to shock the world!

Standing by the coast, Shura stared at the rough sea that was constantly hit by the rain.

He has been standing here for a long time, his gaze is like a pillar, constantly looking around.

After a while, after he was sure that there was nothing left, he turned around and left.

On the coast, under the night sky, heavy rain poured down, thunder and lightning flashed, and the waves roared and soared, like the last day, the scene was vast and surging.

Asura's figure drifted away, he didn't have any nostalgia for this place.

Here, back to silence.