Chapter 647: The sword divides life and death (Part 1)
"Tiger!"
Lao Dao, who was knocked away by Wang Chen's palm, turned somersault in the air and fell to the ground on all fours.
He raised his head and stared angrily, roaring angrily from his throat, his face turned red, and mottled yellow and black patterns appeared on the surface of his skin.
The Dharma form of a colorful tiger suddenly appeared behind Lao Dao.
Bare your teeth and claws at Wang Chen!
The sunken chest of this high-ranking Zifu swelled again and returned to normal in the blink of an eye.
There was no sign of injury at all.
At the same time, Zhu Jiu's expression suddenly changed, he pointed at Wang Chen and shouted: "Rushan!"
In just two words, he said it with great solemnity.
Wang Chen suddenly felt a tyrannical force coming down on him, as if a mountain was bearing down on him.
All his energy, blood and magic power were stagnant.
"Zhenyue!"
Zhu Jiu poked his finger and shouted loudly again, his bulging eyeballs almost jumping out of their sockets.
The pressure Wang Chen was carrying instantly increased by 50%!
If it were an ordinary Zifu, I am afraid that it would have been crushed by the spell cast by Zhu Jiu at this moment.
However, Wang Chen still stood upright.
He turned to look at Zhu Jiu, purple light flashing in his originally dark eyes.
The next moment, the mighty celestial dragon appeared behind Wang Chen!
A pair of dragon eyes burning with flames stared at Zhu Jiu, and suddenly opened his mouth to shout filial piety.
The dragon roared silently, but Zhu Jiu felt as if he had been hit hard. He involuntarily took three steps back. Red blood oozed from his mouth, nose, eyes and ears at the same time. He had obviously suffered serious internal injuries.
This is the counterattack with the power of Tianlong King Kong from Wang Chen!
The battles between monks at the bottom are not what ordinary people imagine. Especially the fights in narrow paths are often extremely tragic and cruel, and the outcome of life and death can be determined in an instant.
Wang Chen suddenly raised his right palm, preparing to give the opponent a hit.
However, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a stream of light, shooting towards him!
Tiger Seven took action.
The monk who had remained silent had just sacrificed a gleaming flying knife, and then sprayed a mouthful of blood on the blade to give it the power of qi and blood.
Hu Qi chose the timing of the sneak attack very well. At this moment, most of Wang Chen's attention was on Zhu Jiu, and he also had to guard against Lao Dao, who was about to counterattack, so it was easy to ignore his presence.
Not only did Hu Qi devote 10% of his strength to this sword, but the flying knife itself was also his natal magic weapon. It had been refined and cultivated for many years, and its power was undoubtedly extremely powerful.
The flying knife hit Wang Chen's eyes in an instant, and the blade was aimed at his throat.
Hu Qi's natal magic weapon has the powerful effects of piercing armor, breaking spells, and killing souls. Once hit by it, it will be difficult for the heavy light shield of the Zifu monk to withstand it.
Hu Qi used this flying knife to plot against several monks of the same level, and all of them succeeded!
But this time it was Wang Chen.
Facing the flying knife, Wang Chen stood still and did not dodge, but suddenly jumped out with his fingers.
Ding!
The flying knife suddenly vibrated, changed direction abruptly, and flew out by grazing Wang Chen's shoulder.
Seeing such a scene, the corners of Hu Qi's eyes couldn't help but twitch.
He never underestimated Wang Chen's strength, nor did he ever think of dealing with Wang Chen alone.
This time there was a big problem in the Yongle Dungeon. Many secret passages collapsed, the magic circle was damaged and the restraints were ineffective. The connection between the upper and lower nine floors was cut off. The jailers were leaderless and panicked.
Hu Qi, Lao Dao, and Zhu Jiu happened to be together, so they wanted to find a way out to avoid getting trapped in this situation.
Unexpectedly, he met Wang Chen.
Of course I didn’t say anything, just do it and it’s done!
However, they were three against one, two high-level Zifu warrior cultivators, and a mid-level Dharma cultivator, who cooperated tacitly and jointly attacked, but they were still at a disadvantage.
Hu Qi realized that he had made a mistake regarding Wang Chen's strength.
Big mistake!
At this moment, he actually felt a little regretful.
If he had known that Wang Chen was so secretive, he should not have offended Wang Chen in the first place.
If such a person can be included in his team, his voice in the Nine Districts will increase a lot.
But now it's too late to regret.
Instead, Hu Qi strengthened his determination to kill Wang Chen!
"kill!"
He shouted angrily, and suddenly a blood-red long knife appeared in his hand.
But there is someone faster than Tiger Seven.
Lao Daoteng jumped up high and pounced on Wang Chen condescendingly.
Sharp claws sprouted from the ten fingers of his hands, and they roared through the air as he waved them. The whole person seemed to have transformed into a ferocious beast, and the breath he inspired was suffocating!
The tiger's appearance followed him like a shadow, rushing towards Wang Chen together.
What it attacks is Wang Chen’s soul and will!
"Banned!"
Almost at the same time, Zhu Jiu pointed his finger at Wang Chen again and roared with a ferocious expression.
What he cast was a forbidden spell, which was a spell that blocked the opponent's spells.
As a pure practitioner of the law, Zhu Jiu has worked hard on forbidden arts for more than ten years. With the addition of several specially made spiritual weapons, he is sure to be able to affect the operation of Wang Chen's magic power for more than three breaths.
When masters compete, one breath can determine life or death.
Not to mention three breaths!
Wang Chen was indeed shocked and turned to look at him again.
And Lao Dao's tiger claw has already reached Wang Chen's head.
As a result, everything came up empty.
Wang Chen's figure appeared next to Zhu Jiu like a ghost.
Shrink into an inch!
Hu Qi, who was about to swing the bloody knife, was suddenly startled and shouted sternly: "Old Jiu, be careful!"
Zhu Jiu never expected that the powerful spell he had practiced so hard did not affect Wang Chen at all.
It was entirely out of a monk's instinct that at the critical moment he made what was undoubtedly the correct reaction, which was to suddenly dodge backwards and widen the distance between him and Wang Chen.
Zhu Jiu needs to buy himself a breath of time and get support from his companions!
But a breath of difference could be the difference between life and death!
Wang Chen suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a sword light. The Long Yuan sword that had been hidden in Qi Hai Dantian suddenly appeared and pursued Zhu Jiu with lightning speed.
In an instant, the sword's blade bloomed with brilliance, stinging the eyes of Hu Qi, Lao Dao and Zhu Jiu.
Zhu Jiu's figure suddenly paused.
He looked down at his chest and found a blood hole on it.
No matter the protective shield or the spiritual energy talisman, none of them could block the sword.
"hehe…"
The scalding blood rolled out, taking away Zhu Jiu's vitality and magic power.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something more.
But before the words could be spoken, the man had already fallen backwards, his eyes were blurred and his face was gray.
The moment it landed, it disappeared into nothingness!
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Wang Chen ignored the information that appeared in his vision and reached out to grab the Long Yuan Sword that had just turned back.
Holding the sword in his hand, he looked at Hu Qi who was close to Chi Chi.
The eyes are extremely indifferent!
A chilling sword intent suddenly erupted, engulfing Hu Qi in an instant.
Even Lao Dao was affected, and he almost lost control of his own magic weapon!
But Lao Dao's situation is already much better than Hu Qi's.