Thunder Martial

No one knew how the boy appeared. Previously, everyone's attention was on the six mountain god-like beings in the sky.

But as the size and space merged into one, the boy appeared in front of Zi Chen.

Only one boy.

Everything seemed to be back to the original point, and the battle situation became one-on-one again.

The strong wind swept Yanjing's corpse and the broken weapon to both sides of the space. Except for the blood on the ground, there were only two people left here. The difference was that the former head of the realm, Kuma, became a Yanjing boy.

Another change is that Zi Chen was injured and consumed a lot.

No one knows who the young man is, and why he stands on the opposite side of Zi Chen, becoming the last resort in this circle.

Their understanding of the young man was limited to the fact that Zichen suddenly gave up attacking the leader Shen Xiaoyuan and chose to deal with the unknown young man.

But the old man who held a great right to speak unexpectedly gave up on the rescue of Shen Xiaoyuan and saved the young man from Zichen's attack.

It's just that the young man didn't participate in the battle back then, so he didn't pay much attention to it. Everyone thought the young man was just a well-loved junior in the old family.

Now it seems that the juvenile is the ultimate killer.

Some people realized it later and thought of the conversation between the old man and Zi Chen, 'How did you see it? '

Could it be that Zichen already knew that the young man was the trump card this time?

"Shameless! Really shameless!"

Seeing this scene, the white-haired mouse jumped angrily, "Beating one out of dozens is shameless enough. I didn't expect such a thing to happen again. You humans are too shameless!"

On the faces of the Demon Ape and the others, the confidence was also a little less, and it was obviously unusual for a teenager to be the last trump card.

"Sister, how are you?" Wang Xian'er asked in a low voice.

"I don't know." Su Mengyao shook her head slightly, the front was dark, and she couldn't deduce anything, "But Zichen shouldn't lose so easily."

"Hi Zichen, my name is Shenhao."

The young man looked at Zi Chen, and said sincerely and apologetically: "I am really sorry for appearing here at this time, and suspected of taking advantage of others."

"It's not suspected of taking advantage of others, this is taking advantage of others."

Zi Chen said: "However, a protoss like you who know how to be ashamed and still have face is considered a rare species."

Shenhao said shamelessly: "I'm really sorry, it's not my intention to stand here. But you are my god clan enemy, no matter how guilty I feel, I can't be soft-hearted and disregard righteousness, so today I must kill you! Or say , you kill me."

Zi Chen nodded and said: "The winner is the king and the loser, come here if you have the ability."

Now that he became an enemy, the boy naturally became serious.

Knowing that this situation was not easy to come by, he rushed towards Zi Chen without giving him time to adjust his breath.

The boy didn't use any powerful spells, he just charged like a bull.

But in Zichen's field of vision, there is a myriad of phenomena ahead, like a sacred mountain is moving, and it seems like ten thousand beasts are galloping.

He shouted, his voice was loud, and ripples spread out. He was worried that this was an illusion, after all, the momentum was too weird.

Not hallucinations.

Everything is still there.

Strong and suffocating breath,

Come on your back.

As the killer of the Protoss, the boy deserved it.

Zichen suddenly remembered what Dian Lingsu said, God, Demon, and Spirit have their own differences, the strongest of the Demons is the soul, and the strongest of the Gods is the body.

Could it be that this young man belongs to the kind of protoss with a tyrannical body?

Since the battle so far, Zi Chen has changed from attack to defense for the first time.

The large array under the feet lit up, and the light surged from the whole body, forming a defense.

In the eyes of everyone, Zi Chen's action meant to show weakness.

The old man smiled slightly, which was actually expected.

The young man charged straight up, and Zi Chen flew upside down in response, the viscera, which had been churning before, began to surge wildly.

puff!

Zi Chen coughed up blood, his face turned pale again.

The young man remained calm and calm, pointing his hands at his temples suddenly, a ray of divine light flew out from the sea of ​​consciousness and turned into a sword shape.

"Sword of Mind!"

A low shout sounded, and this sword, born from thoughts, sank into Zichen's sea of ​​consciousness.

As if being hit hard, Zi Chen staggered and took a few steps back.

The boy took a step forward, and the earth shook, and he put his hands together, just like a monk clasping his hands together, saluting when meeting people.

Then, a dazzling light appeared from the young man's palms, forming a real sword light, which shot out.

Jian Guang fell head-on, with the sound of piercing through the air.

A beam of sword energy sank into the ground, forming a trace of more than ten feet.

At the end of the sword qi, Zi Chen had a bloody mouth on his body.

There was silence outside the space, and everyone was looking at the young man, who showed his lightning skills in an instant.

Zi Chen, who was defending, retreated again and again, coughing up blood again and again.

The faces of many people changed, with such combat power, even Zi Chen in his heyday had room to fight.

Everyone finally understood why the boy was the last to make the move.

He came to reap Zichen's life.

Zi Chen stood up slowly, looked at the young man in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "You are very strong!"

The young man who started fighting lost the complex emotions he had before, and became extremely cold, "You too, if it was someone else, you would die if you hit me with three moves! You can still block me with three moves when you are seriously injured. I admire you very much. , so I will remember today, every year at this time, I will burn incense sticks for you, in the words of your spirit race, this is called remembering old friends."

"Fart your mother, I still miss it, it sounds nice, do you dare to let Zi Chen recover before hitting him?"

Outside the space, there was a dissatisfied voice, it was a monk.

They came as soon as they heard the news from Bumi, but they still missed the previous battle.

The monk scolded angrily: "A little poor boy who has never seen the world, he still imitates others to teach morality. Is morality spoken? It is done! If you let Zichen recover, I will dare to let Zichen give you a piece of paper." An arm and a leg."

The boy didn't look back, but looked at Zi Chen with an indifferent expression.

"As the last one to appear on the stage, you should be a strong man in the Protoss. Damn, where is your dignity? Let alone Zichen, even the Buddha can kill you. The Protoss is a big family anyway, why? So unworthy of the stage?"

The boy still didn't go to see the monk, but said: "This kind of delay is meaningless, and it will damage your image in my heart. I don't think you are such a person."

Zi Chen stretched out his palm and made a gesture of invitation, "It's still the same sentence, if you want to kill me, just let the horse come over."

Swish!

The body of the boy in place dissipated like light smoke.

Zi Chen's eyes immediately became sharper, he turned around and punched.

Lightning surged on the fist.

A fist appeared from the side and collided with Lei Guang.