Chapter 792

This so-called strength is not just strength, but his wisdom, and his arrogance and self-confidence, which is from his real heart, the real self, also let Leng Wuhen have a new understanding of Beichen.

Leng Wuhen and Beichen Lengguang look at each other. In the next second, they seem to have a tacit understanding of the hidden spirit. Leng Wuhen and Beichen's hidden spirit speed has broken ordinary people's cognition, and they can't see the process of hidden spirit with naked eyes.

As soon as the cold and traceless eyes were cold, two blood red lights flew out of their eyes. The wind blew by, and under the sunlight, the creepy blood on the ground also danced.

Although facing such a powerful enemy, the overall momentum of Leng Wuchen is not weaker than that of Beichen. Just after the fierce battle, he is still affected.

Black ember gas around the cold traceless body, puffs of fog slowly floating in the air. The golden shadow behind Beichen is shining with magnificent brilliance. The shadow behind Beichen constantly produces a layer of golden radiance, like a wave like arc. Wrapped by the golden light, Beichen's body is like the most dazzling star in a moment, and the murderous spirit is scattered everywhere.

This change caused countless people's eyes, countless people exclaimed: "that, is it connected with the soul, Jinpo! Beichen childe's strength is... "

anyone who has some common sense knows that he is connected with the soul, but the rarity of Jinpo is amazing to countless people, and the rarer the soul is, the more difficult it is to communicate with each other.

Compared with Beichen's powerful style, Leng Wuhen always keeps calm and calm under his mask. Standing on the spot, against the background of his black robe, the whole stream of people shows the dignity of the strong.

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time. In order to get back your own dignity, Beichen, you must die, bloody spirit, bloody fist!" Cold no trace heavy cold hum a, in an instant, the space around his body twisted for a while, the whole body black ember gas illusory appeared subtle changes.

Leng Wuchen whirled around in the same place like lightning. His right fist burned a layer of blood, mixed with ten thousand kilograms of fist and the strength of both hands, and gave a hard blow.

The piercing sound of breaking the air is caused by the cold traceless attack. Where the fist goes, it forms a vacuum. The strongest is often the weakest. Leng Wuchen knows that human skull is the hardest, but it is also the key to death.

"Boom" soul stirring sound, cold no trace clearly feel his fist hit the North Chen. When Leng Wuchen takes back his fist and looks at Beichen with both eyes, his smile is stiff on his face, which is written with strong self-confidence.

Beichen stood in the same place and didn't move, as if he had never moved more than half a step. He said lightly: "the strength is really deeper than before, but only this strength is far from me. You let me find the past's fleeting fighting flavor!"

This guy's body is so strong? But there is something wrong. Cold no trace calm analysis under the eyes of the situation, the North Chen can't rely on the strong body to resist the attack just now, must be some kind of soul skill or ability.

"Jin Po, Jin Shui sharp blade!" The North Chen low drinks a way, the gold ember gas madly overflows, innumerable shining gold light blade takes the strong to break the empty voice to attack instantly. The light is shining alternately, and the light blades are sweeping away like crescent shaped light.

Leng Wuhen's eyebrows flashed a little dignified. Beichen's control of Jinpo was extremely skilled. But according to his cognition, Beichen was best at physique. From Lingtian, Leng Wuhen was completely suppressed by the speed and tension of the other party, so that if it wasn't for the timely help of Lingtian, he might have died in Lingtian, while the other party's Jinpo let lengwuhen eat it secretly I'm surprised.

Eyes a narrow, in the face of near attack, cold no trace suddenly drink, hands again uplift fast hidden soul, "shadow soul, shadow attack!" Leng Wuchen wants to rely on the shadow to resist the attack.

When the other side's golden blade light disappeared in the air for a second, Leng Wuchen was surprised to find that the opposite Beichen disappeared in the same place. He said that he wanted to use his physique, but it was too late. An extremely cold voice came from his ear: "it seems that you like to use the physique technique at the same time. If you suppress your favorite physique, will you be unable to use it again What about the war? "

If Beichen's figure appears behind Leng Wuchen like a ghost, it doesn't wait for Leng Wuchen to dodge or defend. One hand brushed Leng Wuchen's chest, the dazzling blood light shines, and the sound of broken bones is very harsh. Especially when the sound continues to spread intensively, it can add a strange breath.

"Ah With the sound of broken bones, Beichen's palm is like a meat grinder to launch a strong cutting force. Leng Wuhen's whole chest is pierced by Beichen into a huge blood hole. The pain makes Leng Wuhen unbearable. He can't stand the pain. With the help of his feet, his body flies out like a kite.

The North Chen quietly looks at the blood on the hand, the corner of the mouth draws up a touch of radian, move the vision to the cold no trace on the ground, smile a way: "very wonderful feeling?"? Whether the feeling of being touched can stimulate your nerves, now you are no longer qualified to be my opponent"I said you can never defeat me, one of the great reasons is that you are not as good as me, ha ha, no matter how much time you are given to grow up, you are just a waste in my eyes!"

Beichen's words seem very arrogant, but he does have arrogant capital. The disciples of the eight sects opened their mouths one by one. They couldn't believe that they defeated the spirit of the magic group so easily.

Not to mention the disciples of the eight sects, even the elders and the patriarchs could not imagine that it was true. Even before they could see the means of attack, Meizu had fallen to the ground.

Cloud smoke high-level people, all stood up, a smile appeared on the face, uneasy heart finally steady down, only buried Tianhe a person in thinking about what, but for the North Chen showed the strong strength, or very sure.

Jiaren, Jiashu and dozens of other people nervously look at Leng Wuhen in a pool of blood, but they don't mean to act. At least for their understanding of Leng Wuhen, this is the last time to be emotional.

Meizu and others did not move. At the moment, of course, they would not choose to move, but Jiashu still couldn't bear it, but Jiaren controlled it very well.