Chapter 788

A steady stream of power is coming.

Zhao Xin's teeth are about to be crushed. No matter how his knee sinks, the sound of air explosion caused by the force is heard all the time.

"Ah! Ah

"Silver strangulation!"

Lingxuan gas eruption, silver dragon war immediately inspired a silver force, kill to the night king.

The night King's eyes are slightly ferocious. He smashes the power of silver strangulation with a fist.

But at the same time.

Zhao Xin also grasped a weak point of strength, and the remnant sword of Shura cut across the waist of the night king.

When the sword came, the night king suddenly jumped to avoid the sword and cut down the sword.

Bang——

Zhao Xin's knee broke the floor and a mouthful of blood came out.

In the twinkling of an eye, the night King's attack turned from chopping to chopping towards Zhao Xin's face.

Zhao Xin's eyes suddenly opened angrily, and his mind turned rapidly.

Clang~

Bang——

The long sword was blocked by the silver dragon war, and the violent power instantly hit Zhao Xin.

The body was in a mess and rolled out for more than 100 meters, hitting the stone wall.

"Damn it."

Zhao Xin scolded, just got up, the night King's ferocious smile in his eyes quickly enlarged.

With the long sword waving, the silver dragon was blocked. At the same time, the night king suddenly threw out his right foot and kicked Zhao Xin on the shoulder.

Bang——

The body flies upside down in the hand.

Complete crush!

The night King's crazy attacks continue to attack, and Zhao Xin can only run around to escape.

The tense nerves kept urging him to avoid the fatal attack.

hold one 's breath.

There is no time to blink, otherwise the night king can tear his body and soul apart with one blow.

Hum!

The long knife fell.

Zhao Xin retreated abruptly, his long sword fell to the ground, and the night King's body turned in an instant, and his feet suddenly kicked.

Bang——

Zhao Xin's body flew upside down again, throwing a blood line in the air.

Instant body directly hit the stone wall, gravel splashing, uproar.

The divine consciousness is running wildly, and a signal of extreme danger comes to mind.

At the moment of opening his eyes, the night King pressed his cheek with his palm and crashed into the stone wall with a bang.

The silver dragon in the hand also falls on the ground powerlessly.

"Ah, ah, that's the end. It's boring." Shenwei on the broken bridge looks at Zhao Xin whose weapon has fallen and shakes his head in disappointment.

"Hum hum... Ha ha... In the end, he is just a kid who can only talk empty words."

"To kill you and catch up with those two women is just a skill in the blink of an eye. The sun on the ground doesn't belong to all the women in jiyuancheng."

"After all, he's just a weak five level spiritual cultivator. Poor you."

"If you want to blame you, the weak, who can't protect anything, the bereaved dog should look at it with envy like the bereaved dog, and watch their women being trampled by the strong. None of the people who provoked the night king are alive. They are all weak. Watch in that world with your weak companions who have taken a step earlier."

proud.

Arrogance.

Arrogance.

The attitude of the king is above Zhao Xin.

That scornful of all laughter in the old face of the night king, how dazzling, how angry.

Puff——

Suddenly, a stream of blood sprayed out, and the eye of the night king was pierced by an arrow.

Blood spray.

On the broken bridge, the moon wheel holds Zhuge crossbow to the night king.

The arrow was apparently fired from the hand of the moon wheel.

The palm holding Zhao Xin's cheek was released.

"I haven't lost yet."

"I'm still fighting, asshole. Old man should go to hell."

"Three swords flow mystery, green dragon seal, flowing water!"

Three long swords fell into Zhao Xin's hands with a loud roar of the green dragon.

Hum!

The white sword burst out, and instantly passed through the night King's body.

Puff——

The blood sprayed out again, and the three sword marks on the night King's chest were ferocious and terrifying, and he kept bleeding.

Hundreds of thousands of blood have disappeared.

The angry roar of the night King resounded throughout the palace.

Zhao Xingang turned around, and without waiting for him to react, the night king killed him angrily.

The long sword in his hand fell like a mountain.

Zhao Xin screamed that his body instinctively shrank.

Puff——

However

The sharp long knife still tore a hole in his chest, and the blood gushed out.

Fortunately, he didn't hurt his internal organs, but before Zhao Xin could breathe a sigh of relief, the night King's second knife had come to Zhao Xin's throat.

Zhao Xin's heart leaped wildly, lost an eye, received hundreds of thousands of injuries, and even had such strength!

Is this the ancient strongman? In front of the night king, all Zhao Xin's attacks are like a child, softened and powerless.

"Today, I will save their mother and daughter from this hell even if I try my best."

Zhao Xin cheered coldly. He never looked back at death in his eyes.

In the face of the strong in ancient times, the possibility of survival is too small. It's better to think about how to escape than to kill the enemy and leave magnificently.

"Desperate?"

The night King shook his arm, pulled out the arrow inserted into his eyes and said with a cold smile, "what qualifications do you have to fight with me? With the power of your ants? "

"Wishful thinking!"

With a wave of the long knife, he pointed to the ground obliquely, and the blood fell.

Tick~

When the blood fell to the ground and spattered.

The two men's bodies suddenly rioted, and in a flash, the whole space broke out deafening sound of the collision of knives.

Collision of power, burning of spirit.

With a long gun, Zhao Xin instantly squeezed open the long knife and split it on the night king.

The spear burst out, the night King's body was in disorder, his steps retreated, and he stepped out of more than a dozen deep pits.

"I'll kill you while you're sick!"

Zhao Xin roared, his body was close to it, and his long gun was wildly wielded.

The number of red blood floating on the top of the night King's head.

Fifty five thousand down.

And his spirit Xuan Qi is also consumed crazily.

Can't give night king a chance to fight back, silver dragon war constantly attack, night king was forced to retreat.

Smashed into the stone wall.

Clang~

With a wave of the night King's long sword, the silver dragon war broke away.

Zhao Xin's eyes opened angrily, and three long swords fell into his hands.

"Three swords flow, eagle falls to chop!"

Hum!

The sound of the sword spreads, the Falcon hisses, and the sword Qi turns into two giant eagles to kill the night king in the stone wall.

Ding!

Congratulations on the host's burst of combat power. Trigger hidden rewards.

Congratulations on the host's ability to activate burning fruit power.

Ding!

Congratulations to the host for obtaining the burnt fruit. Is it activated?

A system tone suddenly sounded.

Zhao Xin raised his mouth, put away his sword, abruptly retreated and stepped into the air.

With both arms raised high, the mysterious spirit gushed out continuously.

A flame burst out of Zhao Xin's body and condensed into a fireball in mid air. The fireball grew bigger and stronger.

The night king came out of the stone wall, and his whole body was bleeding.

"Damn boy, you succeeded in irritating me."

"If you annoy the night king, you will end up dead!"

The night King roared and jumped up in the air. The long sword in his hand suddenly burst out the dazzling light of the moon.

They hate the sun and adore the moon. Most of their strength comes from the moon.

This attack contains the full strength of the ancient strongmen.

It's as fast as lightning.