The first thousand two hundred and thirty-eight chapters
The black wizard disagreed.
To be precise, no one was listening to him seriously. It is said that people speak softly. When a person is humble, his voice will be regarded as air.
Everyone's eyes, and even their hearing, were focused on the black witch. Xia Qingchen was just like dust, and no one cared.
Xia Qingchen sighed softly, and slowly pushed out his palms from under his ribs. Two palm prints, one golden and one black, were like light beams instantly emitting from the palms and penetrating the atmosphere.
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He did not deliberately mobilize the physical power in the inner space, but the evil desires and sins he could unleash casually were obviously more powerful than before.
As the light beam passed by, the air was rubbed into dazzling bright sparks, which immediately attracted everyone's peripheral vision.
When they looked at it, the black and gold beam of light had penetrated the black wizard's chest like lightning.
His majestic body, which was 1.5 feet tall, was like a delicate butterfly. He flew out of the altar and fell into the lava.
On his chest, the extremely tough black armor melted away to create a huge gap, revealing a bloody hole the size of a bowl.
From his mouth, a long blood arrow splashed out, and his eyes were exposed due to the violent impact, and his eyes were replaced by a look of confusion.
Maybe he hasn't figured out the situation yet and doesn't know what happened.
However, the power of the God Slave of Destruction lies not only in its powerful body, but also in its reaction ability that far exceeds that of ordinary people!
Even though his body suffered such serious trauma, he could still reach out his palm in time and grab the edge of the altar. With only the power of five fingers, he dragged his heavy body of 1.5 feet and climbed up again.
the altar.
Blood flowed from his upper body, and he stared at Xia Qingchen in surprise.
Under the altar, everyone screamed in surprise.
"What was that just now?" Priest Liluo asked Priest Wu with piercing eyes.
The Hidden Mirror Priest's eyes flickered back and forth between Hei Wu and Xia Qingchen, his eyes full of disbelief, and he asked, "Priest Wu, who are you looking for?"
Legendary beings such as the God of Destruction, who crushed the strongest men of their generation in the world, were almost killed by Hu Yifan, who had "overdraft potential", with one move!!
However, Priest Wu's face was also replaced by shock, and he also wanted to get an answer.
Who is that Hu Yifan?
Defeating Hao Senyu with one move had subverted Priest Wu's knowledge, but defeating a God of Destruction slave like Black Witch who was a hundred times stronger than Hao Senyu with one move, he couldn't imagine where such a person came from?
What was equally incredible was Nu Tianyi!
He had already stood up, ready to declare victory. He sat down again, crossed his hands and supported his chin, and looked at Xia Qingchen without blinking.
His expression was solemn as never before.
"Who is he? Do you know him?" Nu Tianyi asked, with a hint of coolness in his voice.
The remaining six barbarians behind him all shook their heads.
"Never seen it, never heard it."
A trace of heat wave passed by, and the hair in front of Nu Tianyi's forehead swayed before his solemn eyes: "Then let me investigate clearly! Ask who he is and where he comes from!"
He did not believe that there was someone beyond his control in Lounan Realm who could defeat the God of Destruction slave he had worked so hard to cultivate with one move.
"Yes!" The six barbarians retreated one after another and went to the foot of the volcano to inquire about the news.
The exclamations in the audience did not affect the continuation of the fighting on the altar.
The black shaman stared at Xia Qingchen, raised his palm and slapped the space hard, causing the atmosphere to explode.
He grabbed a ball of flame and pressed it hard on his chest. The hot flame burned the wound violently, making a sizzling sound, and the pungent burnt smell hit his face.
He actually used extreme measures to seal the bleeding wound to prevent death from excessive bleeding.
From the beginning to the end, there was no pain on the black wizard's face, as if he was doing something insignificant.
When his palms were removed and the burnt wounds were glued together again, his eyes were firm and full of seriousness for the first time, and he said: "You are very powerful! You are the strongest peer I have ever met!"
He stretched out a palm and made a gesture of invitation: "Let's come again!"
In his eyes, a strong fighting spirit burst out, and a layer of gray air flow surrounded his body. The bluestone slab under his feet was cracked and cracked, and it was irresistibly damaged.
Even the clothes on his body rotted into dust as he breathed!
What was visible to the naked eye was that the air exhaled from his body turned gray, and his eyes were pale.
"Let's... fight again!" He stepped forward, with every step shaking the altar, and large cracks appeared under his feet.
Xia Qingchen stood on the swaying altar, as steady as a mountain, and said calmly: "It's not easy to save a life, so cherish it."
The implication is, let the black witch admit defeat and not seek death.
However, instead of weakening, the black wizard's fighting consciousness became stronger and stronger. He grinned: "A person's life is just to conquer one peak after another! What's the meaning of life if the peaks are retreating in front of you?"
He clenched his fists, and his pale eyes were filled with a terrifying fighting spirit that burned the sky.
A gray air flow gathered on the body surface, turned into a gray lightning, thundered, and let out an earth-shattering roar: "The sky will crack and the earth will split!"
When both fists struck, the atmosphere was not only rubbed into dazzling sparks, but also bursts of thunder and lightning.
Xia Qingchen raised his palms and slapped them with an expressionless expression. The golden and black power came out of his body and collided with the gray air flow, sparks and thunder-wrapped fists.
How can the power of evil gods and Buddhist gods be comparable to anything else?
The sparks and thunder and lightning were annihilated by Xia Qingchen's palm, but the gray air flow persisted and never went out!
The two fists collided suddenly, making a muffled sound of thunder. Both of them stood still and did not move, but an explosion shock wave swept across everything around them, completely shattering the already cracked altar!
Countless fragments of the altar were shot in all directions like meteorites, and even the three mid-moon priests hurriedly dodged.
Nu Tianyi, on the other hand, tiptoed a little, and the black iron throne under him turned around, facing away from him, blocking the meteorites one after another.
When the vision subsided, everyone looked at it intently, and all of them were shocked.
The altar that had existed for many years had all been shattered, leaving only eight intertwined chains still crisscrossing the crater.
On the chains, Xia Qingchen and Hei Wu kept their fists touching each other, motionless.
Until the black wizard showed a smile of victory and said crazily with fighting spirit: "That's all!"
With all his strength, he successfully blocked Xia Qingchen's mysterious blow.
However, Xia Qingchen's words made his smile freeze.
A gust of wind blew by, lifting Xia Qingchen's black hair, but it couldn't lift any ripples in his eyes: "Do you know how much strength I used?"
After the words fell, he took a breath, and the ninety small pulses surrounding his body slowly opened.
A torrent of physical power burst out of the embankment... (Updated today)