When the spirit of the Protoss man swept over, a weird smile crossed the corner of Su Chen's mouth.

Seeing an extra yellow giant sword in his hand, it slashed in the air.

Suddenly, a forbidden force spread.

Although the power of forbidden can not completely cut off the connection between the holy rank and the spiritual power, it can also exert a strong restraint ability.

The Protoss man quickly noticed something wrong, and the mental power he released not only weakened a bit, but also became a bit sluggish in his manipulation.

At the same time, the thunderstorm technique that the French man was about to take shape was also stagnating at this moment.

Su Chen took advantage of this opportunity to use his powerful physical body to shred the spirit power around him and kill him directly at the French man.

"Don't think about it!"

The Ye Mo clan man gritted his teeth, flew forward, and punched Su Chen.

"roll!"

Su Chen roared sharply.

The [Forbidden Sword] in my hand suddenly disappeared and was replaced by a hill of colorful streams.

Boom!

[Yuanhe Wuji Mountain] It turned into ten feet, and the men of the Yemo clan hit together.

The Ye Mo clan is known for being physically tough, and the strength is far beyond the same level, but in the face of the [Yuanhe Wuji Mountain] one hundred and eight thousand catties, it is not enough to see.

He was hit into the ground with a single blow, leaving only half of his head.

Overcoming the Yemozu people's obstruction, Su Chen flashed a purple light under his feet, as fast as a fright, but unexpectedly killed the gods man.

The French man was overjoyed, because his thunderstorm technique almost succeeded.

As long as the Protoss man blocks him for a while, he can give Su Chen a fatal blow.

Unexpectedly, he hadn't been happy for long, when Su Chen suddenly appeared in front of him.

And this Su Chen was holding a yellow giant sword, and facing him a little further away, that very uncomfortable forbidden force once again enveloped him.

"Why is there another Su Chen?"

The French man was completely stunned. He just gave birth to this idea, but there was a chuckle in his ear.

He looked down, but saw that his chest was pierced by the yellow giant sword.

Suddenly, an extreme sense of weakness surged into my heart, and my consciousness blurred.

The scene of the French man being killed fell in everyone's eyes, making them feel extremely strange.

Suddenly there were two Su Chens who were exactly the same, and they were both extremely powerful. Who can think of it?

"Su Chen still has this method?"

Qi Mufeng was surprised.

At the same time, the two Su Chen killed the Ye Mo tribe man and the Protoss man respectively.

"Can't pester him anymore!"

The protoss man was in a panic, gritted his teeth, and a soft white light appeared on his body.

Then he stretched his hand forward a little bit, and the white rays of light poured into the fingers, turning into a white silk thread and shooting towards Su Chen.

The power of faith!

Seeing this, Su Chen was not surprised and rejoiced, and a small golden city suddenly appeared on top of his head, with brilliant golden light exuding it, and a strange suction.

The silk thread turned into by the power of faith, under the action of this suction force, like a long whale absorbing water into the golden town.

It was swallowed in an instant.

"How could this be?"

A wave of extreme despair surged in the heart of the Protoss man.

The power of faith is gathered by him over countless years, and it can also be regarded as his strongest hole card.

But it was easily cracked by Su Chen.

In the face of Su Chen's endless and powerful existence, is there still a chance to survive?

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