Chapter 33

The corners of Nie Chen's mouth shed blood, but on the whole, the injury was not serious. It was just that when he was in a fierce physical collision with Qingchen, his blood and Qi were rolling in his body, which was caused by temporary confusion.

"Fight again!" Nie Chen clenched his fists and puffed up his muscles. He looked tall, but his whole body was full of a sense of strength.

He adjusted his whole body to the best state, coordinating speed, strength and explosive force to form a unified whole.

"Well, I can't help myself!" Laughing at all Nie dust in front of her eyes, Qingchen shows a trace of irony at her mouth. She takes the initiative to meet her and once again fights with Nie dust.

"You can't defeat me. You're the same as Ziyang, but it's so!" The state of Qingchen is as good as ever, with extremely fast speed and light movement. After easily avoiding Nie Chen's attack, he can also fight back very quickly and forcefully, which makes Nie Chen use both hands and feet, and dare not relax a bit.

Qingchen's body is as hard as iron and steel. Nie Chen's fist, hitting the other side, seems to have hit the iron plate. Although the iron plate looks a little thin, its hardness is really speechless.

Nie Chen did not pay attention to the other side's ridicule, but constantly launched an attack, completely defensive, did not want to give the other side the opportunity to hand.

Often when you are in a weak position, you need to take the initiative to fight for and attack with the speed of thunder. Only in this way can we create miracles, recover the passive situation, and gradually create our own advantages and rhythm!

However, it seems that Nie Chen's actions did not achieve the desired effect. As soon as he was able to do so, he was still able to do so without changing his complexion. Finally, he punched him on his left shoulder.

This blow, falling on his shoulder, seemed to be hit by lightning. After all, Nie Chen's body was not as hard as Qingchen's fist.

Nie Chen took advantage of his strength to fly back for a long time. He took a step to stabilize his body. His left hand stretched out to cover his deformed right shoulder. His eyes were filled with astonishment and his face was gloomy.

"Nie Chen, you don't have to do this. You can use all kinds of means." Zifeng seems to see Nie Chen's mind in the distance. He knows that he has been fighting with pure flesh all the time. He is deliberately refining his own body. He wants to see how strong his body can be.

"Nie Chen, kill him. We must win. We will fight for Ziyang and avenge our dead Master and many of our classmates." Purple que roared, eyes dew hate, heart wave ups and downs.

Fang Mu's eyes twinkled. He looked at Nie Chen and the dust opposite him quietly. He was thinking about something in his mind, but he kept silent.

When all the voices rang out, Nie Chen's right shoulder recovered quickly without being moistened by evil Qi. In the process of distortion, his shoulder recovered to its original position after a rest.

"Mr. Qingchen, you don't have to be merciful. Please finish this person as soon as possible, so that we can follow you back to our family!" A friar holds fist.

"Qinglian fairy and Qingfeng childe didn't come back, but the slave came back. This is a very serious matter. We must report it to zongmen as soon as possible! "

"Yes, Mr. Qingchen, don't be merciful

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Seeing that Qingchen had the upper hand, these friars began to think about the follow-up. At this moment, they realized that none of the dignified people who had gone to collect herbs in the mountains had come back.

In their view, it was only a matter of time before Qingchen defeated and killed the slave Nie Chen. Because the other side has been injured twice, and Qingchen is still so calm, calm and light.

But the result is too different from what they think. Standing in the distance, the dust seems to be extremely unhappy with the urging of these people. Suddenly, in a cold face, she opens her mouth and says, "noisy!"

Those friars, seeing Qingchen's eyes, felt cold and bowed their heads one after another. They were afraid in their hearts and kept silent!

"Yes, it's time for our fight to end!" Qingchen looked at Nie Chen and returned to the plain color. "Use all your means. If you can use the jade lotus platform, you can use it too!"

"I don't need any other means to kill you. My flesh is enough!" Nie Chen stood up straight, his figure recovered as before. After a short breath, he was in good condition again and basically returned to the peak state.

"It's you. If you have any other means, just use them, so as not to regret in the end." Nie dust's body, shiny, seems to be stronger than before.

Qingchen looks at Nie Chen, and finally there are some fluctuations in his eyes. For the first time, his face becomes a little cold. He takes the initiative to attack and rushes towards Nie Chen.

Once again, in the eyes of everyone's shock, they fought together.

Simple movements, but full of powerful strength and skills, the two people's body like electricity, the shadow of fist and foot interweave in everything, and finally they can't see the specific moves.

Those slaves, seeing Nie dust again excited, and fighting endlessly with that dust, regardless of you and me, their disappointed heart ashes ignited a little spark again, and finally turned into a strong flame, burning!

"Nie Chen, Nie Chen, Nie Chen..." The cries of the slaves gathered together to form a storm of sound that swept over."You want to die!" Those monks who had just been scolded by the dust became angry. A young man with a long sword walked towards the crowd with a gloomy face.

"Whoosh!" Suddenly, a black sword came and pierced the back of his head. The young man trembled, looked frightened and fell to the ground in disbelief.

The slaves swarmed in and began to trample on the young man's body in every possible way.

The monks, seeing their companions die and their bodies humiliated, trembled and did not dare to come forward. Even the crazy slaves, in their eyes, became a little terrible.

"Fist explosion, blood skill!" Qingchen finally became angry. His right fist concentrated his strength and combined a spell to hit Nie Chen's right arm.

In his opinion, Nie Chen is to fight with himself, but he killed his classmates so easily. Such behavior is a great shame to him.

Qingchen was angry, and finally played his own mastery of the art, although this is a direct use of the flesh out of the art, and Xiandao magic, some different.

"Hum!" Nie Chen gave a cold hum and stepped back with a smile on his mouth. Although there was a trace of red in his right arm and flesh, his whole right hand was numb, and his skin oozed blood and soon lost consciousness

After all, it was Qingchen who first gave up the confrontation of pure flesh and cast his magic. So, in this contest of flesh, Nie Chen won in the end!

In fact, the reason why Qingchen lost is not entirely because Nie Chen's behavior made him angry. There is also a key reason

"What, are you flustered?" Nie Chen stood there with his right hand drooping naturally, as if he had lost consciousness. From a distance, the sleeve of his black robe seemed empty, as if he had lost an arm.

"Oh The ugly face of the dust, but suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, his body slightly shaking, chest began to rise and fall quickly.

"Ah, what's going on?" Those monks who stood in the distance watching the battle and were full of confidence all the time were shocked when they saw the dust and coughing up blood. They seemed unable to accept the sudden appearance.

"Lord Qingchen, are you ok?" Those friars rushed in one after another and blocked the dust behind them.

They were afraid and wanted to fight for a little time for Qingchen to recover, because the fear in their hearts told them that if Qingchen died, the end of all of them would be doomed.

"Your body is very strong and rigid; even in terms of the hardness of your body, you are far above me!" Nie Chen lowered his right hand and spoke faintly. His obscure voice gave those monks who were in front of the dust a desolate and gloomy feeling of depression.

"But, like a good sword, it's too hard to repair once it's damaged. If the sword is damaged, it will continue to toss, and the crack will gradually expand, and the final result will be self destruction Nie Chen's words made the dust behind the group of friars shake more quickly.

"What I've been doing is to make a small cut on your sword, and then intensify the expansion of the gap, which corresponds to your own loss, so that your sword can be broken as soon as possible!" Nie Chen's words, startling, "yes, your body hardness, above me, but just over easy to break, you in order to pursue the physical strength, to an extreme!"

"Shut up The low, hoarse roar of the dust was heard behind the crowd.

"My body is not as tough as you, but softer. I can recover quickly from the same injury. Like the sword of wrought iron, it is easy to be soft and easy to be short of, but it is easier to repair. You can't do this. You are strong in body, but you have been tempered to death and lost vitality! " Nie Chen's right arm is surrounded by black magic gas. Gradually, his intuition gradually recovers, and a red breath is forced out of the body.

Nie Chen's words tell the reason why Qin Chen was defeated in the pure flesh competition!

"Shut up Qingchen's face finally changed greatly. She lost her usual indifference. Suddenly, she was full of bloodthirsty rage and turned into a wild beast. "Your life, lend me a use!"

In all people's eyes of shock, even Nie Chen included, the dust suddenly broke out and made a move to those monks in front of him.

Qingchen's cultivation is the perfect state of the submarine wheel, and its body is extremely strong. For those monks who only care about defending Nie Chen, the sudden attack and killing is simply a tiger in the sheep.

"Ah

"Lord Qingchen, no..."

"My Lord, you..."

In a breath, Qingchen's figure twinkled and went back and forth. Half of the more than 70 monks standing in front of him died under his palms, knives and fists.

The monks who did not die, after reaction, knew how to escape and guard. But in panic, coupled with the disparity in strength, they soon fell under the hands of the dust. Not even a chance to escape!

Seven or eight people went straight to Nie Chen in fear, but fell one by one in the black swords swept by Nie dust.

"Ah Qingchen stood there, hands open, silk very enjoy, he looked at Nie dust. The murderous intention is revealed.See those dead friars, the blood of the red gathered people, gathered in the dust body, so that his chest, a split hole, gradually healed up.

Qingchen, with the same blood gas, to quickly recover their injuries!

This gap was caused by Nie Chen's attack. He was always passive and injured. It was in order to hit this part of Qingchen's body for thousands of times.

The iron wall, but the wild can not withstand a certain point, continuous fierce attacks. Finally, Nie Chen expelled that hole.

He even paid the price of losing an arm for a short time in order to make it worse.

But in the end, it didn't disappoint, as he initially speculated and expected!

"Ah! What's going on? " The slaves who watched from afar were terrified and looked at the devil like dust.

No one thought that the dust would be so bloodthirsty and cruel that he killed all the monks of the same sect at the cost of his own disciples, just to suck their blood and heal himself.

"This can no longer be classified as a cultivation of immortality. Only the cultivation of animals can make this kind of behavior!"

"He can't even be classified as a human being, to protect his fellow disciples. How can this kind of devoid of human nature be done? "

"These friars, that is not a beast, this man, of course, is one of them!"

Among the slaves, there was a lot of discussion and shouting.

"This means..." Fang Mu looked at it and thought of Nie Chen.

Then he was relieved. Although Nie Chen was similar to this method, he attached great importance to emotion, righteousness and kindness. He was not a beast like man.

"He is very similar to the cold messenger that day!" Zifeng suddenly remembered that he had witnessed the scene of the cold messenger and the master of the first World War. He also absorbed the blood of the monks around him to recover from the injury and increase his strength.

"It's all the cultivation of the devil's way, but it's in the name of fairyland. My family has fallen into their hands and has actually perished!" Purple que looks sad and says.

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"Unexpectedly, you are a sorcerer Nie Chen's right arm has recovered.

"Ah, ah..." Qingchen's gloomy laughter reverberated, "so what? All the slaves here will become my blood food, including you Is it the evil spirit? I'm looking forward to you

Nie Chen's heart is shocked, full of regret!

He finally knew why Qingchen didn't go into the mountain to find medicine with Qinglian and others, but came to the mine instead.

It turned out that all the slaves, after the completion of the mining, had become a huge amount of blood food for him to practice the magic way!