Chapter 737

"It's enough to do our duty well. We can't understand the idea of duanqing adults, but don't be too sorry. After all, who knows when we will die? Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, we are getting closer and closer on the road of death."

"I've been thinking about why we live and repeating the same things. What's the meaning of it? It's only when we meet the adult duanqing that everything becomes clear. The reason is very simple. Living for others is such a reality. That's right. When you are helpless and lonely, will you be afraid of death? Living is just for concern 。”

The one armed man says slowly, because he has light in his heart and knows where he is. There is no good or evil in this world. It's just to live well and keep what he needs. It covers a wide range of things, including people, things and feelings. Who can say clearly.

Bandage man's face is covered with bandage, so his expression can't be seen, but from his eyes of vulture, you can see a proud and not cut.

When the bandage man impacts Leng Wuhen in front of him, his hands suddenly hit him, and the gray mist in his palm condenses out, hitting Leng Wuhen's chest directly, without giving Leng Wuhen any reaction time.

"Bang!" A crisp impact sound, very easy to hit cold no trace, fog began to condense, from cold no trace chest began to spread, until all over the body just stop.

When people saw this scene, everyone's face became very ugly. Many of them exclaimed, "how can this happen? That man with bandage is really strong!"

"No, it's just a failure?"

Chai Meiru's eyes were full of reluctance and her body trembled slightly. "No, he won't lose. He won't lose."

Zhao Yunting's eyes are full of light sadness. Maybe her pity is heavier. She says in her heart: "maybe you are right, but you don't know a person's ability. It's only limited to her own strength."

"On this strength, maybe I think highly of you. Yunyezong is just like this. Even if you have the ability and absolute strength, you will be vulnerable. This sentence should be returned to you." Bandage man looked at cold no trace that pair of cold eyes, mouth light drink way.

However, although the two people above were not as surprised as the others, they were also a little unnatural. Obviously, the bandage man's move was really unexpected, but by contrast, the boy should be more than that.

"Isn't it true? It's a lack of aura. " The one armed man sneered, feeling a little boring. He had some expectations, but now it seems that this is the result of being brave.

However, that boy's shadow spirit is a bit strange, which can be said to be a good seedling. But shadow spirit is not something that he can control. It is undoubtedly the most stupid way to practice both kinds of spirit at the same time. The one armed man has a little sympathy for Leng Wuchen in his heart.

The dozen or so people in the front scuffle don't know these things in the rear. Even if they know it, they just watch it as a joke. If Leng Wuhen can be killed so easily, how can they tell him.

"Accept your fate! Boy The bandage man gave a loud drink, and the sound and shadow rushed out several meters quickly. In the blink of an eye, he threw up the cold traceless body and turned back to fight against it. In his hand, a sharp blade derived from the cold ember gas tilted out from his fingertips, as if he wanted to pierce the cold traceless body.

It's close! Two meters... One meter... Such a short distance, Leng Wuhen didn't react at all. It was really like a dead man being played by the other side.

Even many of the spirits who watched closed their eyes and couldn't bear to see the next scene. Bandage man believes that in such a short distance, even if the opponent has the chance to fight back and dodge, no matter how tight the defense is, he has the confidence to smash it!

The burn gas condensed from the bandage man's right hand is more and more strong. He is about to shout "death" in his mouth. With victory in hand, everyone thinks that the bandage man will blow away his cold and traceless body. Even many people can't bear to see this bloody moment!

But in this short time, a dramatic scene happened. "It's time! Such a close distance Leng Wuhen's eyes twinkled, and the next second a strange scene happened. The fog on Leng Wuhen's body, which was condensed by the other party, dissipated in an instant, but it turned into a black liquid, which covered the whole body, revealing only a cold eye.

This kind of change made the bandage man look pale. For a short time, he thought about a lot of things in his mind, such as how he made his fog condense and break free, and what the black liquid was.

But there was no time for him to think. A voice like the devil's Trill rang through the bandage man's mind! It's cold, warm, full of revenge melody!

"Childish!" The voice of Leng Wuchen is not big, but the man of bengdai can hear it clearly, or only he can hear it. It's the voice penetrating the soul.

"Boom!" Before the bandage man could react, Leng Wuchen's body trembled, and the explosion suddenly rang out. The sweeping waves forced the other side to retreat!The black liquid kept up with each other as they retreated, solidifying each other's body in mid air, like a statue. It turned cold and said, "I seldom use this kind of pediatric trick, because I don't use this kind of fancy method at all, but I need to teach you a lesson when I see your complacent face."

"You just attacked me with your soul..." Bandage man at this time some panic out, if it is not with bandage, it is not difficult to see has been in a state of shock.

Soul attack can't be controlled by anyone, and it's very difficult. At least the bandage men don't know how many people in their dark field can do it. The strength of soul attack is that it can bring unexpected damage to the opponent at any time.

Although it can be regarded as a kind of assistance, you should know that a little negligence in the battle between the two powers will lead to unexpected results. Soul attack is not a cold and traceless strength, it can be said that it is a weakness, but sometimes it is just right. If it is not different from itself, it is like having died once, having another self, not belonging to the world, and so on. I'm afraid it can't be changed at all A little bit.