Chapter 1151

The black witch doesn't think so.

To be exact, no one is listening to him carefully. The so-called people are small and light. When people are humble, his voice will be regarded as air.

Everyone's eyes and even hearing focus on the black witch. Xia Qingchen is only like dust, and no one cares.

Xia Qingchen sighed gently, and his palms were gently pushed out from under his ribs. There were two palm prints, one gold and one black. If the light column was emitted from the palm of his hand and ran through the atmosphere.

Crackle——

He didn't deliberately mobilize the strength of his body and spirit in the hidden space, but the evil Buddha desire and evil that he can use is obviously more powerful than in the past.

When the light column passed by, the air was rubbed into dazzling bright sparks, which immediately attracted everyone's residual light.

When they looked at it, the black and gold pillars of light had penetrated the black witch's chest like thunder.

His magnificent body, like a delicate butterfly, flew out of the altar on the spot and fell to the ten thousand feet of magma.

His chest, the tough black armor, melted a huge gap, revealing a pair of blood holes the size of a bowl.

In his mouth, a long blood arrow splashed out, his eyes were exposed because of the violent impact, and his eyes were replaced by the color of confusion.

Maybe he hasn't figured out the situation. He doesn't know what happened.

However, the power of destroying God slaves lies not only in their strong bodies, but also in their far more than ordinary people's reaction ability!

When his body suffered such serious trauma, he could stretch out his palm in time, clasp the edge of the altar, and with the power of five fingers, Shengsheng dragged his heavy body of one foot five, and then climbed up the altar again.

His upper body was bleeding, and he stared at Xia Qingchen in surprise.

Under the altar, there was a cry of surprise.

"What was that just now?" The priest of Liluo was outspoken and asked the priest of Wuzhen with burning eyes.

The vision of the priest of the hidden mirror jumped back and forth between the Black Witch and Xia Qingchen. The fundus of his eyes was full of incredible color. He ate and said, "priest Wu, who are you looking for?"

The legend of destroying the strong of the same generation in the world, such as shennu, was almost killed by Hu Yifan, who "overdraw the potential"!!

However, the face of the priest Wuzhen was also shocked and replaced, and he also wanted to get an answer.

Who is that Hu Yifan?

One move to defeat Hao Senyu has overturned the cognition of the priest Wu. But he can't imagine where such a person comes from to defeat a god slave who is 100 times as destructive as Hao Senyu?

Also feel incredible, and nu Tianyi!

He has stood up, ready to declare victory, sat down again, crossed his hands to hold his chin, and looked at Xia Qingchen without blinking.

Look, never dignified.

"Who is he? Do you know him?" Nu Tianyi asked, with a trace of coolness in his voice.

The six barbarians left behind shook their heads.

"Never seen, never heard."

A heat wave brushed, and the hair in front of Nu Tian's left forehead swayed in front of his dignified eyes: "then investigate it for me! Ask who he is and where he comes from! "

He doesn't believe that there are people beyond his control in the south of the building, and there is a move to defeat the destructive God slave he has cultivated hard.

"Yes!" Six barbarians stepped down one after another and went to the foot of the volcano to inquire about the news.

The exclamation under the stage did not affect the continuation of the fighting on the altar.

The black witch stared at Xia Qingchen, raised his palm and slapped the space, causing atmospheric deflagration.

He grabbed a flame and pressed it on his chest. The hot flame burned his wound violently, making a Zizi sound, and the pungent burning smell came to his face.

He used extreme means to seal the bleeding wound to avoid excessive bleeding and death.

From the beginning to the end, there was no pain on the black witch's face, as if he was doing a small thing that was not enough for the Tao.

When the palm of his hand moved away and the charred wound stuck together again, his eyes were firm, full of seriousness for the first time, and said, "you're great! Is the strongest peer I have ever met! "

He stretched out a palm and made a gesture of invitation: "let's come again!"

In his eyes, there was a strong sense of war. A layer of gray air flow surrounded him. The bluestone slab under his feet was chapped and irresistibly damaged.

Even his clothes rotted into dust in his breathing room!

What the naked eye can see is that the airflow exhaled from his body turns gray, and his eyes are pale.

"We... Fight again!" As he walked, every step shook the altar endlessly, and there were large cracks under his feet.

Xia Qingchen stood on the shaking altar, as steady as Mount Tai, and said, "it's not easy to get back a life, so cherish it."

By implication, let the black witch admit defeat and don't seek death.

However, the black witch's fighting consciousness did not weaken, but became stronger and stronger. He grinned: "man's life is just conquering one peak after another! What is the meaning of life when the peak retreats in front of you? "

He clenched his fists, and his pale eyes burst into the sky.

A gray air flow converged on the body surface and turned into a gray lightning. It came with thunder. In its mouth, it roared: "Tiangang earth crack!"

Boom——

With both fists, the atmosphere was not only rubbed with dazzling sparks, but also exploded with thunder and lightning.

Xia Qingchen raised his palms and patted them with an expressionless palm. The power of gold and black came out and collided with the fist wrapped by gray air flow, sparks and lightning.

How can the power of evil gods and Buddha gods be comparable?

Sparks and lightning are annihilated by the flying ash under the palm power of summer light dust, but the gray air flow persists for a moment and has not been extinguished!

The two fists collided suddenly, making a dull sound of earth thunder. Both of them stood in place, but there was an explosion shock wave sweeping everything around them, completely shattering the cracked altar!

Countless altar fragments shot in all directions like meteorites, and the three priests of the moon quickly dodged.

However, nu Tianyi turned his back to his back and blocked the meteorites.

When the vision subsided, the people fixed their eyes and looked at it without dissatisfaction.

All the altars that have existed for many years have been shattered, leaving only eight staggered chains still vertically and horizontally above the crater.

On the chain, Xia Qingchen and black witch kept their fists touching, motionless.

Until the black witch showed a smile of victory, he said madly: "but so!"

With all his strength, he successfully blocked Xia Qingchen's Secret blow.

However, Xia Qingchen's words made him smile and stiff.

A gust of wind blew and set off Xia Qingchen's ink hair, but he couldn't lift any ripples in his eyes: "you know, how much strength did I use?"

As the voice fell, he took a light breath, and 90 small veins around his body slowly opened.

With the strength of a vast torrent of body and spirit, the dike burst out... (today's watch)