Chapter 393

At the beginning, the final battle of Qingyun list.

Yun Zhongming witnessed the saint's fight against the Shura. The saint's details and strength were fully revealed. However, he was still played by the Shura several times in a row, taking the white blade with empty hands, which made the saint very embarrassed.

Although his sword was not as good as that of the saint, it was closer, only half a meter away, but Jun Chen easily caught it without any damage.

Besides Jun Chen is Shura, there is no second possibility!

He did not understand at the beginning, he Shura in the final battle to actively admit defeat to the virgin, now finally understand.

"You're not too stupid, but it's too late to know."

Jun dust said lightly, and then the spirit wood flying sword in his hand returned with five times the speed.

"No! ——”Yun Zhongming's face changed greatly, but he still couldn't escape the sword.

Poop.

"You are mean!"

Yunzhongming's elixir field was broken, kneeling on the ground, a mouthful of blood gushed out.

This kid is too insidious.

I thought I was sure to catch the little white face alive, but I didn't expect that the sewer capsized. The latter concealed the power of terrifying.

If he ahead of time this boy is Shura, give him a hundred courage also dare not provoke, after all, the battle of Star Tower is still vivid.

"Little Lord, help me..." Yun Zhongming called out to the air.

"Yun Zhongming, you are such a waste that I am disappointed." At this time, a burst of black fog gathered, and a beautiful and evil young man in red walked out and came to Jun Chen.

It is death that comes.

Behind the God of death, there are five top strong men, all of whom are strong in the ten divine pulse, and they are famous black warriors of the black witch sect.

As soon as these people appeared, the garden suddenly swelled with black air, shrinking a large area into a black air cover, which was airtight.

The God of death stares at Jun Chen and says in a deep voice: "beating a dog also depends on the master. If you don't make a pit, you'll waste my partner. It's too shameless."

Jun dust look indifferent, way: "you calculate what thing, also need me your face?"

"There is a seed! Worthy of a man who calls himself Shura! Dare to be so arrogant in front of me, you boy is still the first one! "

The God of death looked fearless and said with a smile, "it's said that the saint has made a statue, which can cure the whole Jinling cold. It's really bad."

"But I don't know if we can cure the next plague."

Jun Chen said indifferently: "this is not the problem you should care about. I'm just curious. What benefits did you give Yun Zhongming? He was willing to be your running dog?"

"The throne of the Lord of Jinling, of course."

Death evil different smile, "but your boy has the mind to pay attention to others, or worry about yourself first."

Jun Chen asked, "what do you care about?"

"The air is full of ancient voodoo. When you talk to me, you have breathed a lot of voodoo."

"Tell me, do you feel soft legs now?"

"Or do you feel nauseous and want to vomit?"

Jun Chen shook his head: "No

Death's face sank and asked, "do you feel a little pain in your abdomen?"

Jun Chen nodded: "a little."

Death's blood eyes beat with excited light, this boy finally in heartbroken voodoo.

Jun Chen added: "but this kind of pain has lasted for a morning. It may be caused by the fact that I haven't eaten for several days in a row."

Hearing this, the God of death's face is stiff. Is this boy not afraid of his ancient voodoo?

"Black Knight, give it to me!" With a wave of his hand, death fell back.

Behind him, five black Samurai suddenly step forward, a big mouth a spray, a kind of blood color of ancient voodoo rolling toward Jun dust.

It is worth mentioning that the Black Warrior is the voodoo container of the black witch cult. Voodoo is everywhere in the body and has the most attack power. Once it is out of control, it will cause plague.

At the same time, the God of death's proud laughter came, and his face was crazy: "boy, have a good taste of our black witch sect's rotten corpse voodoo, Jie Jie Jie!"

The blood colored ancient voodoo poured down from the sky, covering a large area.

Seeing the scene of terror, Yun Zhongming's face changed wildly, and he quickly hid behind the God of death.

Jun Chen's face did not change. He flicked his finger at a sword, and his sword spirit and intention reached the extreme.

This sword is just the crack of wind.

After a flash of cold light, the buildings, trees, rockeries and even the air in a large area behind the five black warriors were cut in half.

The next moment, the five black Samurai head down one after another, one is not left, the head is different.

The air was suddenly quiet.

"Good What a terrible sword Yun Zhongming's face turned green, and all his dead souls took off. He collapsed on the ground, but he was not scared to death.

No wonder this boy can beat ten at the pick Star building, and kill all of them!The speed of the formation of the sword's spirit and meaning can be called instant. It reaches the level of using the sword like a God, which he can't achieve in another 100 years of practice.

Hiss!

The God of death was also scared back a few steps.

The little white face of the saint daughter's house is not afraid of the voodoo of their black witch cult, but in the face of the five top ten spirits, he actually took a sword for all seconds.

Who can tell him, what kind of monster is this kid?

The God of death quickly calmed down and yelled: "that's it, Lord death, please help me!"

As he said this, a wood Figurine suddenly appeared in the palm of the God of death. It was full of black air, gloomy and terrifying. The amazing fluctuation of divine consciousness spread out. Even Yun Zhongming couldn't resist it. He could not help crawling on the ground, and his headache was about to crack.

The God of death told him the origin of the wooden Figurine, which was taken from an ancient tomb in the southwest of China. Now it is one of the three "gods" worshipped by the black witch cult, and it is also the biggest card of death!

The wood carving's fear has been gathered for many years. It has formed a spirit body, and is also the "God of death" in the mouth of the God of death. Although it has no attack on the body, it has a strong attack on the divine consciousness. Even his initial state of concentration can frighten the soul out of his wits.

Jun Chen was also bright before.

When he saw the God of death, he found that there was a strong wave of divine consciousness in the latter. He didn't know where he was going, so he watched for a while.

I didn't expect that it was a spirit body gathering fear. It seems that the black witch cult did not have the cultivation method of condensing the power of fear, but condensed it with the help of foreign objects, which immediately lost interest.

In the eyes of yunzhongming, this kind of spirit is terrible and can frighten them out of their wits. But for him, it is just a heresy.

"Little white face, you are lucky to die in the hands of the wizard Lord."

With a sneer, the God of death suddenly let go, and the wood Figurine seemed to have come alive and floated directly towards the top of Jun Chen's head. The force of fear was like the tide and the wind was blowing.

Jun Chen did not change his face, but sacrificed his lost pupil and directly attacked the woodcarving villain.

Whoosh.

Suddenly, the light of the woodcarving villain darkened, and finally fell to the ground powerlessly on the spot.

On the contrary, you are calm and calm without any damage.

"You You killed death Lord? This It's impossible! " Death's face turned green when he saw the wooden figure fall.

No one knows better than him how terrible the fear spirit in the wood carving villains is. More than a month ago, the two daughters of Zhao family went to the black witch cult, but they were also forced back by the God of fear.

"Die!"

The God of death suddenly offered a flying sword, inlaid with a flying sword against the cold water.

However, Jun Chen's sword Qi is faster, and the extreme of a wind dies in the heart of death god's eyebrows.

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