Chapter 832

Looking at a dull fellow, Chu Xuan squinted and asked, "are you a power?"

Chu Xuan's eyes fell on a man in his thirties, who should be of mixed blood. If you look at his broad nose and deep blue eyes, you can guess a few points.

"Gulu I'm a fire power. What's wrong This person does not know Chu Xuan is a few meanings, along spit hard way.

"Not really. It's the first time I see a power person. I'm just curious." Chuxuan indifferent smile, voice is still indifferent.

He didn't care about the powers in front of him, just because they were too weak. To ask more questions, besides curiosity, he also wanted to know more about the differences between the powers.

"What's your curiosity? We're all different from your monks. You all depend on practice. We only need to absorb the energy of heaven and earth to grow up, which is beyond your comparison. Therefore, we advise you not to kill me in vain. Otherwise, thousands of power people in the world will fight against the enemy and kill you."

In the eyes of this power man, there was a lot of fear in his eyes. In order to survive, he even said a lot of things to Chu Xuan seli ran.

Other people, hearing this power's words, all nodded in agreement, and their eyes showed deep fear of the power. Obviously, many of them had been threatened by the power or suffered great losses in the hands of the power.

Listen to this power chatter of threats, and then look at the expression of other monks, Chu Xuan is speechless.

At present, these monks, whether they are martial arts or witches, can be regarded as a sudden change in the cultivation of Taoism, and they are barely regarded as the top practitioners.

In Chu Xuan's eyes, there was no difference between good and evil, and there was no difference between good and evil. He felt sad for the monks in front of him.

I just think these monks are really pathetic, pathetic and ridiculous.

A great monk is afraid of ordinary people with powers. No matter how powerful a power is, he can only use foreign things. The power he gets is strong, and he is not his own.

But the cultivators are different, but what kind of way they are. All their accomplishments are the result of their own hard work. They are really their own strength. I really don't know what to fear.

However, Chu Xuan and these people in front of him are enemies and not friends, and naturally will not mention them.

"Hum! It's good to be afraid of me Chuxuan had a strange smile on his face, a flick of his fingers, and a sword Qi stabbed the air and chopped at the power man.

Seeing this, the man's face changed. His sword Qi went from far to near, as fast as lightning. In his eyes, he quickly enlarged. He raised his hand and hit a fireball.

"Bang!"

Chuxuan did not release his own pressure, or these people in front of him, let alone start, would not even move the bomb. As long as Chu Xuan's mind was one, they would all be crushed by pressure.

Chu Xuan is also holding a look at the mentality, want to see the power of the power.

As soon as the sword was swept out, the sound of crying and Howling was heard in this space. The fierce sword spirit was like a steel knife, which made everyone else retreat in fear of suffering.

The sword Qi and fireball collide together, and the fireball explodes directly. Countless Mars scatter in the sky and earth, but the sword spirit is not damaged at all. In this space, the sword spirit attacked is not only light and generous, but also blows a whirlwind of caution.

Pooh!

Slash the sword directly and chop the one who wants to escape into two.

Because of inertia, the body continued to move to one side.