Chapter 680

"It turned out to be a monk of space attribute. No wonder he could avoid my spirit exploration."

Qin Yichen talks to himself

Spatial attribute, among all the attributes, is absolutely one of the strongest.

In the realm of cultivation, there are many attributes of spiritual power, but there are nine basic attributes. The first one is the attribute of time, which is extremely adverse to heaven. It is said that when you reach the extreme of cultivation, you can trace back to the origin and swim in the long river of time.

However, it is precisely because this kind of attribute is too rebellious, and the difficulty of cultivation is beyond imagination. No matter in the previous life or in this life, Qin Yichen has never heard of someone practicing the attribute of time.

After time, it is the attribute of space. Compared with the attribute of time, the attribute of space is not so mysterious, but no one has ever denied the power of the monk of the attribute of space.

It can be said that in the case of time attribute, every space attribute friar is worthy of the king.

After mastering the attribute of space and realizing the field of space, Qin Yichen can melt into the void, and the trace is hard to find. Qin Yichen's powerful power of spirit can not find each other, which is also understandable.

Originally, Qin Yichen was afraid of the other side and didn't want to fight. Now he was even more reluctant.

Joke, space attribute friars are the strongest in terms of speed and attack power. If they want to attack themselves secretly, even if they can block them, they will have to pay a big price.

When Qin Yichen found out the other side, the battle of the three geniuses also entered the climax stage.

Obviously, the three men also made a real fire. The fighting fluctuated and rolled, the void vibrated and the spirit weapons swept. The momentum was amazing.

All kinds of runes are surging, and the power of the field is mixed. Just fighting in the waves is enough to kill a lot of Mahayana monks.

The three fight fiercely. Zhen Rong is one to two, but he doesn't lose. He paints halberds in the air and shakes his arms. It's like an eagle hitting the sky. His hand is extremely fierce. Qin Yichen praises him very much.

"Weng."

The sick youth's strong hand, the long stick shining purple awn in his hand, brings up a piece of mist ups and downs, like purple air coming from the East, rendering the void into a purple sky.

He has a kind of morbid state, but between his hands, it is Qi pulling mountains and rivers, between his feet touching, long stick sweeping, purple light surging, covering him, strong breath.

Zhen Rong's speed was also very fast. Every step out was full of mystery. The aura in his palm was as strong as the clouds. He directly resisted with painting halberds and never retreated.

At this moment, Qin Yichen seems to feel the world's aura is in disorder, and is divided into separate worlds by the power of the two people's fields.

Both of them are the best of heaven. They practice the power of the field to a small level. They are combined in one move. It seems simple, but in fact it is very mysterious.

"Damn panman, don't you do it yet?"

The sick young man roared and suffered a great loss in Zhen Rong's hands. He was cut across his chest by a painting halberd, and a large amount of Yin Hong's blood was spilled. The wound rolled back, and there was an inexplicable breath left behind, which could not be wiped out, preventing his aura from repairing.

"Here we go."

Pan man, who is also a strong young man, laughs and finally makes a move. Between the waving of the ghost's sword, the magic runes flash, and a terrible magic breath breaks out.

This kind of magic rune is very terrible. It is similar to Qin Yichen's field array. The magic rune is used to build the array. At this moment, there is an inexplicable Qi falling between the heaven and the earth, and it melts into it under the traction of the rune.

Qin Yichen was shocked.

Although he has great confidence in his own strength, he thinks that if he only fights with the other side at the same level with the strength of a field, he will not be an opponent.

Because the inside information of the other side is much stronger than that of his scattered cultivation. The other side's various uses of the field are wonderful to the top. Obviously, the forces behind must have special ways to use the power of the field.

Qin Yichen is not willing to let go of any moves of the other side. The fighting methods of the three men are of great significance to him and can improve his fighting skills and strength.

Zhen Rong's eyes are cold, his feet are on the ground, and the golden light is shining, turning a piece of heaven and earth into a golden world. This is the field of metal. We can see that there are pieces of runes in the field of metal, and the runes are ever-changing, forming all kinds of weapons.

"Great."

Qin Yichen exclaimed that he always felt that his application of the field was too single. Besides imprisoning people, many magical functions were not developed. Now, he suddenly became enlightened as if he was making a breakthrough.

Standing in the field of metal, Zhen Rong is like a God. The power of the field is transformed into a raindrop of weapons. Every golden light is a killing move, and its power is terrible to the extreme.

"Bang."

The sick youth welcomed him. The long stick was hanging over his head, and the purple light was diffused. The purple air was drawn from the horizon, forming a magnificent purple field. Countless golden lights fell, but the purple light wiped away the strength of the field and dissipated into the invisible.

Qin Yichen has never heard of this strange field power, let alone seen it.

Panman was forced to go up. Every step down was like a devil's step, and the magic in the body was greatly improved. In the end, only the evil breath in the body, which was oppressed by the void, seemed to collapse.

Even though Qin Yichen is discolored, this kind of magic power is very strong. Although it does not form a field, it gives people an unparalleled sense of oppression.

Zhen Rongchang's hair flies and roars. He throws the halberd in his hand and cuts it to panman.

Pan man also roared. His arms swelled at this moment, just like a dragon. His muscles were twisted, and he directly fought with his fists against the halberd.

"Boom."

At the first time of the collision, panman's fists cracked, revealing senbai's fists, and Huaji's attack was blocked.

"You can die."

With a ferocious smile, pan man took three steps in succession. Suddenly, between heaven and earth, there was a sound of killing. It was like an endless demon stepping on the road, which shocked people.

It's a step, but it has the power of terror.

"Boom."

As the last step of panman's life falls, the evil breath in his body has reached its peak. As Zhen Rong is entangled by a sick young man, he steps down to suppress it.

This foot is full of demonic power. It's like the downfall of an ancient magic mountain, like the roar of a demon God. Even Qin Yichen feels the pressure of the vast sea and can hardly breathe.

It is impossible to speculate that the outbreak of power and destruction of heaven and earth are enough to destroy all enemies.

Zhen Rong holds up the field and forms the golden light world. He wants to block this foot, but that foot is too overbearing. He directly wears out the golden light and explodes the metal field.

Although Zhen Rong tried his best to fight off all kinds of strange treasures, he still faltered back, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, especially the breath in his body. It was obvious that Pan man had polluted his aura.

"Is it time to tell the difference?"

Qin Yichen whispered. They all had the best fighting power. It was obvious that they were going to win or lose. He glanced at the spy. Sure enough, the aura in each other's body began to stir up and was ready to fight.

Qin Yichen retreats quietly, if this person also makes a move, so close distance, oneself also can't completely avoid.

"Ha ha, Zhen Rong, you die."

The metal field was broken by panman, and the sick youth made a strong move. The purple awn of the long stick hanging on the top of his head was written off. Countless purple Qi gathered on the long stick and burst out a hundred Zhang purple shadow.

Sick young people carrying a long stick across, the momentum of terror tearing the clouds, bombardment of Zhen Rong and down.

In the face of this powerful attack, Zhen Rong flashed a fierce color in his eyes, and the golden light in his body gushed out one by one, converged on the painting halberd, and instead of retreating, he went up with the painting halberd.

The painting halberd contains metallic gas, which is shining and directly sweeping. The sharp gas tears away the purple light.

"Boom."

The two collide, the purple air turns upside down, and the endless golden light turns into a sharp sword, which falls on the ground and cuts the ground into horrible holes.

Under this attack, the supernatural power of heaven and earth also forms a series of terrible spiritual whirlpools. This scene is like the destruction of the world.

One of the whirlpools is rolling towards Qin Yichen. Qin Yichen quickly avoids it and doesn't want to be dragged into the battle by the three.

At this moment, the sick young man's mouth overflows, his chest is pierced by painting halberds, and blood flows across his chest. It is obvious that his strength is at the lowest ebb, but Zhen Rong is no better. Half of his body is smashed by the sick young man's long stick, and his face is extremely pale with blood and bone completely mixed together.

"Hahaha, I said, I will be the final winner."

Pan man laughs arrogantly. At the last moment, he evades the attack of the two men with mysterious steps. Originally, he joined hands with the sick youth, and finally became the sick youth and Zhen Rong fighting alone, which leads to both of them being defeated, and he can take advantage of them.

"Pan man, damn you."

The sick young man was so angry that he didn't expect to make a wedding dress for others.

"Ha ha, the winner is king, you are the one who died."

From the beginning, he deliberately showed an impulsive temperament, giving the sick youth an illusion. He stepped out at the critical moment and created the best environment for himself.

At the moment, the sick youth and Zhen Rong are seriously injured. Pan man just consumes a little aura. As for Qin Yichen, he is directly ignored.

A baby period, even if can go against the sky, pan man also don't think Qin Yichen can turn out what waves in his own hands.

Pan man makes a move without any sign, and the mysterious steps step out again. Every step is like a drum beating, and the sound of thunder is rolling. Behind it is a magic shadow with three heads and six arms. One foot falls on the sick youth, and the other foot goes straight to Zhen Rong.

"I've got the account."

Zhen Rong suddenly regained his composure, holding a seal in his hands.

"Whew."

The painting halberd, which was originally inserted in the chest of the sick youth, suddenly flew out, penetrating the void and blocking at the foot of the ghost.

"Click."

The painting halberd at the level of the best spirit tool is crushed by the ghost, and the law breath contained in it is all burst out.

"Bang."

Zhen Rong is very simple, direct self explosion of his spirit, for a moment, the golden light endless vent out, the terrible golden light is directly the devil virtual shadow bombardment of staggering back.

"To die."

The sick youth also took out his hand. The long stick in his hand also smashed out and went straight to panman who was covered by the shadow of the demon God.

"Damn it."

Pan man is very angry. Zhen Rong explodes his spirit weapon, which makes his blood surge. In the face of the attack of the sick youth, he is a little weak.

"The realm of the devil."

Pan man roared, and the evil Qi rolled out of his body, forming a deep realm of evil Qi, which stood in front of the long stick.

"Boom."

The roar of the long stick, though it contains the spiritual power of morbid youth, can not break the demon realm of panman.

"Bang."

The sick youth also let go, detonated the long stick, and directly tore the demon realm apart.

One after another, he was hit by the self exploding power of two spirit weapons. Even pan man was seriously injured, bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

"Trapped animals are still fighting, you still have to die." Pan man gave a ferocious smile. He thought it was easy to kill them, but he almost capsized in the sewer.

"I won't play with you."

Sick youth and Zhen Rong look at each other, and they take out a jade charm and crush it.

The next moment, two figures gradually blurred, seems to be wrapped by a special force.

"What's this about?"

At this moment, pan man's face became very ugly.