"Open your eyes."

Opening Zhang Ruochen's brows, a bright white eye opened, looking around, peeking into the illusion.

In the line of sight, there was a perplexity around, and I still couldn't see the figures of Zhu Qingyi and faint, but they could only faintly capture their existence.

"Your mental strength is still far from mine. Even if you use sky eyes, it won't do much." The faint laughter sounded in the void, as if uploaded from the nine days, she couldn't capture her position.

She can become the goddess of the immortal temple, and Yinghuo also stands out from the arrogant daughter of countless days. She has the strength and means to match her identity, which is strange and unpredictable.

"Zhang Ruochen, today is your death."

I wish Qingyi's voice came out with a strong resentment.

The next moment, sword sounds were heard from a total of sixteen directions from the sky and the ground, and they attacked Zhang Ruochen at the same time. In a fantasy world, Zhang Ruochen couldn't determine which position was the real attack.

Zhang Ruochen did not panic. While studying the illusion, he exhibited the time swordsmanship to form a special field with a diameter of ten feet.

特殊 That special field is the product of the combination of the time field and the sword art field. In the field, the flow of time has become extremely slow.

"唰 唰."

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen exhibited sixteen sword moves in a row, as if he were sixteen people, cracked the attack in sixteen directions, and captured Zhu Qingyi's true body.

This time, Zhang Ruochen chased up and took the initiative to launch an attack, so as not to wish Qingyi once again enter the illusion and disappeared.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this, and why does the flow of time slow down?"

I wish the light clothing is quite surprised, while resisting, backing away, leaving a beautiful illusion in the air.

"Noon sword."

Zhang Ruochen and Shen Yuan's ancient sword are combined into one, like a scorching sun at noon, blooming with dazzling glory.

I wish Qingyi's eyes could not be opened, and the eyelids just blinked slightly. The next moment, Shen Yuan's ancient sword had pierced her collarbone, forcing her to keep going backwards.

"A sword that is so fast that it is integrated into the power of time ..."

I wish Qingyi stretched out a palm and grabbed the sword edge of Shen Yuan's ancient sword. At the same time, he quickly moved backwards, and the holy blood continued to flow from the position of the collarbone.

The hatred between the two of them is very deep, and they are endless. If Zhang Ruochen cannot kill her today, she will certainly suffer endlessly.

Squinting to see Zhu Qingyi dying under Zhang Ruochen's sword, Yingchao shot again. In the illusion, a giant condensed by the wind of Xuanyin appeared on Zhang Ruochen's side and slapped it with one palm.

Wu Ming knew that it might be just his own hallucination, but Zhang Ruochen had to put up his sword to resist.

What if it's not an illusion?

The matter is about life and death, Zhang Ruochen can't afford to gamble.

Zhang Ruochen slashed out with a sword, the giant dissipated and opened instantly, turning into a whirlwind of subtle whirlwinds.

"It really is an illusion."

When Zhang Ruochen stared forward again, where was the shadow of Zhu Qingyi, on the ground, only a trace of crimson blood remained.

"Don't I break your illusion?"

Zhang Ruochen snorted coldly, raised his right foot and stepped on the ground. Immediately, dozens of annihilation nets flew out of the body and rushed to all directions, like a magic lamp suspended in the void.

Extermination of God's fire can burn everything in the world and naturally illuminate the illusion.

"哧哧."

Illusion gradually dissipated, and the real battlefield appeared in front of Zhang Ruochen.

Yingchao and Zhu Qingyi stood side by side, not far away from Zhang Ruochen. Yingchao's face was slightly pale, and her fantasy was broken, which caused a certain degree of damage to her mental strength.

I wish the wound at the light collarbone slowly healed, staring at the flames floating in the mid-air, revealing a look of dread: "Pure annihilation fire, the legendary annihilation fire, you can control this flame ..."

Not long ago, in the eyes of Zhu Qingyi, Zhang Ruochen was just a small character who could fight him with no power. How long has this passed, Zhang Ruochen is already an invincible enemy to her.

Zhang Ruochen controls the net extinction fire hanging in mid-air, condenses into a wave of fire, and rushes towards Yingchao and Zhu Qingyi.

No one dared to touch the net to destroy the fire, neither of them dare. I wish Qingyi to play the holy sword, inspire the inscriptions in the sword body, motivate Qianwen's destruction, and want to dispel the net destruction of the fire.

What a pity, the holy sword was melted by the annihilation of God's fire and turned into a drop of molten iron.

"How is it possible that even the Thousand-Eyed Sacred Artifact cannot be blocked?"

I wish Qingyi's face becomes extremely ugly, and my heart secretly said that with this kind of flame and time swordsmanship, even if Zhang Ruochen encounters the true saint, it is estimated that he has the power to protect himself.

With a wave of his sleeves, Wanjubaojian flew out.

Wanshoubaojian is a token-like shape that flies in the air and keeps getting huge. In the end, it turns into a shield of ten meters in length, blocking them in front of each other, and Zhang Ruochen hits it in the opposite direction.

Not only defense but also attack.

Wanwanbaobaojian was also burnt red in the net annihilation fire. On its surface, the dense shadow of the beasts of Wanshou was stimulated to appear.

"Dust, be careful behind me."

In the distance, Huang Yanchen drank aloud.

To wipe out the breath of Feng Xue Sheng Convergence, silently sneaked into Zhang Ruochen's body, and while Zhang Ruo Chen was going all out to deal with the fascination and wishing light clothing, he made a mark of holy art.

This is his full blow, and his power is infinite. Even if Zhang Ruochen cannot be killed, Zhang Ruochen will lose his combat power.

"Killing people in time and space is enough to make me famous. Haha!" Fengfeng Xuesheng laughed.

Zhang Ruochen had long noticed the breath of Saint Fengxue, but pretended not to know, and deliberately led him on the hook.

Seeing the shot of Destroying Blood, Zhang Ruochen's mouth slightly ticked. Behind him, green flames of silk were intertwined and condensed into a net of extinction fire.

"嘭."

The fist punched by the annihilation Fengxuesheng collided with the net annihilation fire, and the flames burst, turning into a single Mars, and rushing at him.

Every Mars flies past, leaving a small finger-sized hole in the body of the Extinct Blood Saint.

Suddenly, the sacred body of the Exterminator of Blood and Blood became scarred, like a sieve.

"what……"

Before the laughter of annihilating Fengxuesheng stopped, a miserable cry came out of his mouth.

The space trembled a little, and Zhang Ruochen appeared obliquely above the Fengfeng Blood Saint, with a coldness in his eyes, hitting a dragon-like palm like a palm, slapped it, and hit the top of the Fengfeng Blood Saint.

And Zhu Qingyi, fascinating fight, that is to fight for the survival of the race, that is to have to fight, have to fight for life and death. However, the blood sacrifice is different. He slaughtered the entire family of Huang Yanchen, and Zhang Ruochen hated him.

"Crap."

The skull and spine bones of the annihilation Fengxuesheng were shattered by Zhang Ruochen, lying directly on the ground, shaking and convulsing, but did not die.

The root beard of the sacred flower spread over, penetrated the skin of the destroyer of the blood and blood, took root in his body, and began to absorb it.

Gradually, the body of the destroyer of wind and blood no longer moved, gradually became dry, and lost his breath of life.

Zhang Ruochen looked at this battlefield, and saw that the human race had the upper hand. Princess Bai Li used the Buddha emperor's relic to suppress Bi Fang. The Canglan Wusheng frightened and the death knight defeated each other. Both suffered. Wounded, can only resist while fleeing.

"Wow--"

Zhang Ruochen moved the exhibition space, caught up with Zhu Qingyi, stood opposite her, and said, "You can't get away today."

I wish Qingyi stopped, and said, "Are you capable of using the power of clearing out the fire and time and space to fight with me honestly?"

"Should I fight with you with my hands tied?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Pure Destroy Fire and Time and Space are both Zhang Ruochen's unique hole cards and part of his own power. Zhang Ruochen can't find a reason not to use it.

I wish Qingyi has seen the power of time swordsmanship and net destruction of fire. If so, Zhang Ruochen really used these hole cards to go all out, she did not even have a 20% chance of victory.

"嘭."

Zhu Qingyi retreated without taking any action, his body broke apart and turned into more than thirty black mists, flying in more than thirty different directions.

"Everyone said, you can't get away today, why don't you believe it?"

Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently, the holy spirit in the body was running at full speed, his hands stretched forward, and the holy spirit and spiritual power were completely released, causing a huge distortion in the space.

The black light and mist that wanted to escape, all changed their direction, but flew towards Zhang Ruochen.

Subsequently, Zhang Ruochen took out a holy town blood talisman and pressed it forward, and Fu Run burst and burst open.

The white brilliance formed after the blood talisman burst in Gaozhen wrapped up more than thirty black mists to form chains. Inside the white chain, Zhu Qingyi's body condensed out again and fell to the ground without any help.

Zhang Ruochen held Shen Yuan's ancient sword and pointed at Zhu Qingyi's brows: "Everything should have a finish."

In the distance, Stu Fengcheng, who was fiercely confronting Qing Xiao, realized that Zhu Qingyi was about to fall, and roared, "Zhang Ruochen, how dare you ..."

"噗嗤."

Shen Yuan's ancient sword stabbed out, penetrated Zhu Qingyi's brows, shattered Qihai and the holy spirit, and completely dispelled the jade.

"Brother ..."

I wish Qingyi's last sacred thought made her read these three words, as a kind of farewell, as if there is anything else to say. Unfortunately, everything is silent.

若 Zhang Ruochen raised Shen Yuan's ancient sword again ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ There was no wave on his face.

I am fighting for the survival of the race, either you die or I die. There is no right or wrong. Since standing on the opposite side, then only one is alive and one is dead.

If you don't want to die, you can only kill the other party.

"Boom."

A fist print of Qi Qingxiao struck Stu Fengcheng's chest, spit it out with blood, and flew backwards for dozens of miles, hitting the ground, his body armor was cracked.

"Play against me, are you distracted?"

Qi Qingxiao looked at Stu Fengcheng coming out of the chaos, without a touch of joy, but her eyes were a little complicated.

Because, he knew that the punch he had just made has severely damaged Stu Fengcheng. Today, Stu Fengcheng is hard to leave alive. In the future, finding another opponent like him will not be easy.

A rare opponent, when he was distracted, defeated him. What's so happy about such a victory?

The blood on Stu Fengcheng's body continued to flow, and every time he stepped on, he left a footprint of blood. He walked to the side of Zhu Qingyi's corpse and stopped, stretched out a **** hand, and gently stroked her Face.

"It's the brother's fault that he didn't protect you."

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