Chapter 438

Leng Wuhen stands at the foot of the flying Mantis. In terms of speed, Leng Wuhen is not afraid of the huge flying mantis in front of him. His hands suddenly hide his spirit, "shadow spirit, shadow attack!"

At the foot of the six black shadows emerge again, such a move, see the five people chuckled out, this is not just the move, useless, this boy seems to have given up!

But Leng Wuhen doesn't care about the irony in the eyes of the five people. Six Shadows twinkle on the body of the flying mantis in an instant, and then watch Leng Wuhen's hands and body wriggle ceaselessly. In a moment, countless bloody insects emerge madly.

"What is this?" The old man opened his mouth wide in surprise. Everyone knows that the evil spirit from the bloody insect is not an ordinary insect, and only after countless killing can he have this evil spirit.

If it's nothing, but the smell of so many insects is terrible.

Leng Wuchen is clear that these bloody insects alone may not be able to eliminate the flying Mantis. At least in terms of speed, these insects can't be compared with the huge guy, but in terms of number, it's not comparable to the flying Mantis.

If you want to lock each other and let the bloody insects fill the body of the flying mantis, you can only rely on the shadow, as long as you can bind it for a second.

Leng Wuhen was gambling, but he succeeded. His light green body was red with blood, and even made a howl.

Leng Wuhen takes back his shadow, turns to the other five people, and suddenly his speed rises to another level!

"No! The old man looked at each other's amazing explosive power, and his heart was full of shock. He immediately dismissed all the ideas just now. The boy had been calculating himself and others.

In this kind of battle, he has a keen sense of judgment and the state of mind, which is far more than five of his own. However, the old man's question marks appear in front of him. How did he face the high-intensity pressure, while his physical strength and aura are still rising?

There is no answer. Maybe no one knows the answer except himself.

Cold no trace a violent drink, double fists, as if have endless power, actually in the moment of wielding, a layer of blue ember gas covered the surface of his fists, a time of blue light!

What's this? Is this boy's ember gas blue? No, isn't it black? More and more doubts filled the hearts of the five people. At the moment, there was no time to think more.

Shuangshuang's spirit was hidden, but the injured woman chose to escape. There was no way. She knew that she suffered a lot in this situation. Although it was five people, no one knew who the other party would attack first.

However, Leng Wuhen suddenly turned around and went straight to the flying Mantis. At the moment of Leng Wuhen's flight, the bloody insects seemed to have understood it. They suddenly and quickly gathered together from the upper body to the lower body of the flying mantis, and almost completed the intensive movement in an instant.

In the fist contact on the body of the flying mantis, in a panic howl, the ashes fly away! And that bright double forbearance like limbs, is the cold no trace of the fist blow into debris!

The huge impact brought ripples to the surrounding air.

"This guy cracked the flying Mantis only by his body?"

When the old man broke the body of the flying mantis, he left the spot quickly and stood on the branch of a big tree. His cold eyes gave out a surprise!

And the other four people are the same, no one would have thought that Leng Wuchen would turn around and attack the flying Mantis again, after all, the other party has already controlled it?

No, why on earth is that? Why did the young man act like this? Question marks appeared in the hearts of the four people. Only the old man knew clearly that the beast summoned by the channeling way was not easy to be defeated, and the young man also knew this. Did he choose the channeling way?

Otherwise, no one will know this. Even channeling alone is not enough, at least not at the entry level.

Leng Wuhen stood panting. He felt that his body began to be tired, as if it was a symptom of exhaustion of aura. However, Leng Wuhen knew that it was just a manifestation of his huge consumption. Aura was still sufficient for the time being, but the exhaustion of his body was not fake.

At the moment, Leng Wuhen has no spirit, and even the desolation is silent. The feeling of being alone is that Leng Wuhen has gradually got used to it, and has no sense of helplessness before.

After seeing Leng Yuan's proud and powerful figure, Leng Wuhen had some changes in her heart. No matter it was not her former self, she would become as powerful as him!

Leng Wuhen swears secretly in his heart, and here is just the beginning of training. Leng Wuhen firmly believes that no matter what, his life can't stay here, otherwise lengwuhen can easily think of the scornful expression of "duanqing".

Leng Wuhen now fixed his eyes on the five people, surrounded by bloody insects, and the six shadows under his feet were gradually extending.

"It looks like it's quite fighting!" The old man's contemptuous tone makes the cold traceless at the moment unbearable."I said you can't stop me. I'm a man of my word." Cold no trace that cold and puzzled face spit out is that kind of unspeakable self-confidence.

His voice fell and he ran at a high speed. His hands were hidden in the process of running. Although he was in a state of decline, the speed of running at lengwuchen's feet was very different from that of others. It was like a whirlwind rushing away, making it impossible for people to capture his body!

"Shadow soul, bondage!"

A stream of black liquid splashed out from the cold no trace palm, but the other side did not wait to die. Several consecutive sharp edges emitting metallic luster shot at the cold no trace head-on!

One of the women took out a flute from behind her and began to sing, "soul, soul!" Mental attack.

Leng Wuchen is very clear, at least he knows something about the sound and soul, but he is not very familiar with it. The attack on spirit is really a headache for Leng Wuchen.

Now the only thing he prays for is that the other person's mental strength is not very strong, or that he needs help.

A ray of spirit, with a shrill sound, hit the silver hair of the cold no trace! And a young man next to him was very fast. He raised his hand and rushed to lengwuchen with a few steps. The sharp palm wind showed how amazing the power of this palm was!

Compared with other people at the moment, another injured woman's speed is a little slow, but it is not a problem at all. Countless sharp hairs of different lengths have sprung up on the ground, blocking Leng Wuchen's way forward.

This kind of attack is cold and traceless, but I think of the Lingtong in the organization, which is also a means of hair attack! But obviously they are slightly different.