Chapter 679

The killing battlefield is changing dramatically, the ground is shaking, and there is inexplicable air transmission.

Qin Yichen walked out of the temporary cave and found that the sky was contracting violently and the ground was shaking, just like a beating heart.

Before the killing battlefield was very broad, Qin Yichen's spirit could only sweep a part of the area, but now, Qin Yichen's spirit can cover the whole killing battlefield.

Qin Yichen found that in the killing battlefield, including him, there were still four people, not including the one who concealed his breath, because he didn't find the guy who peeped at him secretly.

Of course, it is also possible that the man died, but Qin Yichen has an intuition that this man is not so easy to fall.

Qin Yichen found three people, the three people obviously also found each other, a momentum burst, very powerful.

Three people, unexpectedly is a pedal into the infant period of master, let Qin Yichen cold is, three people unexpectedly did not hesitate to rush to his direction.

Looking at their posture, it is obvious that Qin Yichen is just a friar in his infancy. He takes him as a soft persimmon and wants to kill him first.

"It's all aimed at me. It seems that I'm really popular in my infancy."

Qin Yichen touched his nose with self mockery. Among the others, there is no doubt that his strength is the lowest.

The speed of the three men was very fast. In less than a moment, they appeared in Qin Yichen's sight.

"Whew."

The first one appeared was a pale young man who looked very handsome. Qin Yichen felt sick, but he didn't mean to look down on him.

In this person, he felt a sense of danger.

"It seems that you are mine."

The handsome young man has a strange smile on his lips. In the face of Qin Yichen, he looks down on Qin Yichen. Even if he is in a bad time, he doesn't deserve his attention.

He is also a genius, almost invincible in his infancy, with extreme self-confidence.

"If you want to eat alone, you have to ask the knife in my hand."

A strong man came at a speed that was extremely inconsistent with his figure. If he hadn't been a little far away from Qin Yichen, I'm afraid he would have been the first to come.

Obviously, both of them regard Qin Yichen as their prey.

Every time you kill a tester, you can get a share of the power in the killing field. Obviously, both of them want to kill Qin Yichen, get the power in the killing field, and improve their strength.

"You want to fight me?"

A look of fear flashed in the eyes of the handsome young man. Obviously, he didn't have absolute confidence in the tall young man.

"Afraid of you?"

Tall young people with a kind of magic, eyes to glare between, is very overbearing, let Qin Yichen sounded at the beginning of the true medicine garden know the dragon.

"Ha ha, I don't think it's necessary to fight directly for the sake of becoming a monk in infancy."

Finally, the young man came down with elegant temperament and a kind of natural nobility. At a glance, he knew that he was from a famous school, and ordinary small forces could not cultivate such nobility at all.

As soon as the noble youth appeared, Qin Yichen obviously felt that the other two people's eyes showed a few shreds of killing intention. Obviously, these three people should know each other, and there was no small contradiction.

"Zhen Rong, you dare to show up and seek death."

The tall young man's green silk is flying, and the ghost sword is shaking in his hand. He has the meaning of immediate action.

"Why not show up? He's a loser. "

The young man, who is called Zhen Rong, doesn't like it. His eyes flash with a kind of condescending contempt.

"It's not a good time for a duel. You'd better solve this mole ant first. Do you want this mole ant to take advantage of it?"

Instead, the morbid youth turned a glance at Qin Yichen, converged the murderous opportunity, and directly led the topic to Qin Yichen.

The words of morbid youth defuse the atmosphere full of gunpowder.

Although they didn't pay attention to Qin Yichen, the strength of a child who can survive the animal tide is not so simple. If they fight, and Qin Yichen catches up with them, they will all cry to death.

"It's easy. I'll cut him with a knife."

The strong man raised the devil's sword and tried to make a move, but he was stopped by the sick youth.

"Otherwise, it would be better. Now we are left with four of us. We draw lots to decide our opponents. At last, there are two left for the final fight." Sick youth proposal.

"That's fine."

The tall young man agreed without hesitation. He was careless and overbearing, but his IQ was obviously insufficient. Zhen Rong didn't say yes.

Qin Yichen looked on coldly. He had confidence in all the people who took office, but he was also afraid that after he exposed his strength, he would attract three people to join hands. What's more, the person who had peeped at him had not appeared, which made him uneasy all the time.

"All right, let's use aura to conjure up a number, and those with similar numbers will be our opponents." The way of morbid youth.

"Yes."

This time, both Zhen Rong and Zhuang Han nodded and agreed, but Qin Yichen still didn't speak, but the aura in his body was surging slightly, which was obviously agreed.

"Well, on the count of one, two, three, let's do it together. One, two, three --"

When the sick young man finished speaking, the strong man was the first to use aura to conjure up a number three. At this time, the change suddenly appeared.

The sick young man raised his hand, but instead of conjuring up numbers, he made a streamer and went straight to Zhen Rong. At the same time, with a hook in his hand, the figures conjured up by aura suddenly changed and turned into a rune to the seal of Zhen Rong.

It is obvious that the two men secretly ventilation, agreed to hand together to Zhen Rong.

This shows that both of them are not confident that they can beat Zhen Rong by fighting alone, but join hands temporarily.

"Garbage, even if it's a joint effort, is still garbage."

With a disdainful smile in the corner of his mouth, Zhen Rong turns over his hand and takes out a three pointed and two edged knife. With a sudden shock, the sharp air directly tears the air and points on the streamer of the sick youth.

"Click."

It was not until this time that Qin Yichen saw clearly that the sick youth was playing an array, engraved with an inexplicable array. After Zhen Rong broke it, a dense air fell down and covered his face with Zhen Rong's pocket.

This is a difficult card. The level is not high. There are only five grades. Zhen Rong can't be trapped at all. At most, he can only be temporarily imprisoned.

Sure enough, Zhen Rong sneered, his three pointed two edged sword swept across, and the five grade certificate was a general crack.

The sick youth didn't want to use this trap to trap Zhen Rong. He just wanted to buy a little time for the healthy youth.

At the same time that Zhen Rong is tearing up the trapped array, the imprint of the strong youth has been left on Zhen Rong's eyebrows.

"Ah --"

Zhen Rong let out a scream, mouth bleeding, eyes become red, angry almost crazy.

"It's a finger print."

Swallowing the mark is a special secret method. There is only one effect, which is to reduce the strength of the reporter. Zhen Rong didn't expect that he was caught off guard.

"You can die."

The battle broke out in an instant, and the sick young man took the hand directly. Although he was thin and weak, his weapon was a long stick with purple light flowing on it, which was not ordinary.

The long stick with bright purple light, mixed with amazing power, seems to crack the sky. In Qin Yichen's exclamation, it blows down at Zhen Rong angrily.

Under the long stick waving, the void is slightly twisted, and there are virtual shadows across it. We can imagine how powerful the aura of this sick youth is.

In the face of the fierce attack of the sick youth, Zhen Rong's pale face shows anger, and his three pointed and two edged sword is lifted slightly. At the next moment, his killing intention bursts out in his eyes.

Zhen Rong did it.

"Boom."

Zhen Rong pointed a little, and an almost negligible dark light came out of the hole. A mysterious breath filled the air. The fierce long stick stopped in an instant, and the terrorist power contained in it seemed to disappear at this moment.

Qin Yichen couldn't help exclaiming.

Zhen Rong was a monk who realized the metal field. It was the metal field that blocked the long stick.

"You are not qualified to plot against me." Zhen Rong sneers, and his fingers move one after another, and his aura roars out. A little bit of golden awn converges on the three pointed and two edged sword, and his fierce spirit seems to tear the world apart.

This kind of vigorous Qi mechanism is completely derived from the characteristics of metal spiritual power. Just a simple Qi mechanism is enough to tear apart the ordinary mid Mahayana friars.

Obviously, the joint efforts of the sick youth and the healthy youth have already annoyed Zhen Rong, and now they are doing their best.

"Buzz."

The blade of Zhen Rong's hand suddenly shakes, the blade trembles, and then there is the golden light whistling through the sky, which turns into the black halberd shadow of the storm, blocking the sky.

This kind of battle is really terrible.

In the face of the general halberd shadow, the sick young man's face slightly changed, he also did not expect, after the swallow mark, Zhen Rong's strength is still so terrible.

"The world is not tight. You've got the field -- the wind field."

The sick youth's long stick danced, and the two ends of the stick burst out blue air currents. Between the surging air currents, a blue black vortex of several feet was formed.

"Hiss."

The golden swords roared and fell, most of them were engulfed by the turquoise black whirlpool, but some of them tore the whirlpool and chopped down the sick youth.

"Don't you do it soon?"

The sick youth reluctantly supported the turquoise black whirlpool, swallowing the halberd shadows, but obviously, supporting such whirlpool was also extremely difficult for him.

"All right."

Jianshuo young man is simple and honest with a smile, but at the moment, Qin Yichen doesn't feel that this person is dull at all. This is a person with a dark stomach and deep mind.

The vigorous young man's hand, the ghost sword in his hand open and close, the dancing is airtight, and between the waving of the sword, there is a thick atmosphere like mountains.

Obviously, this man realized the field of soil property and integrated it into the sword technique. With one move, he suppressed Zhen Rong.

The three fight together, the power of the field is intertwined, the sound of spirit collision is heard all the time, and the breath of terror makes the world tremble slightly.

Qin Yichen's eyes narrowed slightly, and the strength of the three also had a panoramic view.

The strength of the sick youth and the healthy youth is almost the same, but Zhen Rong's strength is obviously stronger. Although they are jointly suppressed, the painting halberd in their hands is full of vigorous Qi. Even if they have two hands, they dare not touch each other, but rely on fighting to consume each other.

As Qin Yichen expected, any one of the three, he has the power of a war, but if the two unite, he can only escape.

Although he mastered up to four fields, he was still a monk, but his realm was too low, and his opponent was also a genius.

Thinking of this, Qin Yichen is thinking, should he make a little trouble for the two of them?

However, thinking that there might still be people peeping in the dark, Qin Yichen is the desire to resist.

He doesn't want to make wedding clothes for others, so the best way is to find out who is hiding in the dark.

Qin Yichen paid close attention to the three men's battle with the power of divine consciousness, and at the same time he carefully explored the surroundings. He believed that if the man who had watched him was not dead, he would be hiding around now.

However, no matter how Qin Yichen explored, he never found the trace of that person.

"No - there --"

Qin Yichen's heart suddenly moved, he found a very strange place.

It was a place where thorns were, empty, but Qin Yichen found something strange.

Because of the fluctuation of the three men's fighting, many thorns are swaying violently. Only a small part of thorns is swaying, but the range is much smaller than other places.

This difference is very subtle. If you don't take a close look at Qin Yichen, you can't find it at all, but under Qin Yichen's special observation, it is still found.

After confirming that there was a problem there, Qin Yichen's spirit moved, and the more powerful spirit power shrouded the small piece of thorns. This observation really found the problem.

In that small place, there is a very mysterious power lurking, although it is only a trace, but it is real.

"This is the power of space?"

Qin Yichen's pupil suddenly shrinks. What he peeps at in the dark is actually a monk who has mastered the field of space.