No one knew how the boy appeared. Previously, everyone's attention was focused on the six mountain god-like beings in the sky.
But as the large and small spaces merged into one, the young man appeared in front of Zi Chen.
There is only one young man.
Everything seemed to be back to where it started, and the battle became one-on-one again.
The strong wind swept Yan Jing's body and broken weapons to both sides of the space. Apart from the blood on the ground, there were only two people left here. The difference was that the original Kuma of the First Kingdom had become the Yan Jing boy.
Another change was that Zi Chen was injured and consumed a lot of money.
No one knows who the young man is and why he stands on the opposite side of Zi Chen and becomes the last resort in this ring.
Their understanding of the young man was limited to the fact that Zi Chen suddenly gave up his attack on the leader Shen Xiao Yuan and chose to deal with the unknown young man.
But the old man who had a huge say actually gave up on rescuing Shen Xiaoyuan and saved the young man from Zi Chen's attack.
It's just that the young man didn't participate in the battle, so they didn't pay too much attention to it. Everyone thought that the young man was just a deeply loved junior in the old man's family.
Now it seems that young people are the ultimate trump card.
Someone belatedly thought of the conversation between the old man and Zi Chen, 'How did you see it?'
Could it be that Zi Chen already knew that the young man was the trump card this time?
"Shameless! How shameless!"
When the white-haired mouse saw this scene, he jumped up and down in anger, "Hitting one out of dozens is already shameless. I didn't expect it to happen like this. You humans are so shameless!"
The faces of the Demon Ape and others also lost a bit of confidence. As the last trump card, the young man was obviously extraordinary.
"Sister, how are you?" Wang Xianer asked in a low voice.
"I don't know." Su Mengyao shook her head slightly. The front was dark and she couldn't deduce anything. "But Zi Chen shouldn't lose so easily."
"Hello Zichen, my name is Shenhao."
The young man looked at Zi Chen and said sincerely and apologetically: "I appear here at this time, and I am suspected of taking advantage of others. I am really sorry."
"There is no suspicion of taking advantage of others' danger. This is just taking advantage of others' danger."
Zi Chen said: "But the gods like you who know how to be ashamed and still want to have face are considered a rare species."
Shenhao said with shame: "I'm really sorry, standing here is not my intention. But you are the enemy of my God Clan. No matter how guilty I feel, I can't be merciful and ignore righteousness, so I must kill you today! Or rather
, you kill me."
Zi Chen nodded and said: "The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. If you have the ability, come here."
Now that he has become an enemy, the young man naturally becomes serious.
Knowing that this situation was not easy to come by, he rushed towards Zi Chen without giving him time to adjust his breath.
The young man didn't use any powerful magic, he just charged like a bull.
But in Zi Chen's field of vision, there are many things ahead, as if a sacred mountain is moving, and as if all beasts are galloping.
He shouted loudly, his voice was loud, and ripples spread out. He was worried that it was an illusion, after all, the sound was too weird.
It's not an illusion.
Everything still exists.
A strong and suffocating breath came towards me.
As the trump card of the gods, the young man is well deserved.
Zi Chen suddenly remembered what Dian Lingsu said, that the three races of gods, demons, and spirits are different. The strongest of the demons is the soul, and the strongest of the gods is the body.
Could it be that this young man belongs to that kind of god with a powerful body?
Since the battle, Zi Chen changed from attack to defense for the first time.
The formation under his feet lit up, and light surged from the whole body, forming a defense.
In the eyes of everyone, Zi Chen's action meant showing weakness.
The old man smiled slightly, which was actually expected.
The young man rushed directly forward, and Zi Chen flew backwards. His internal organs, which were already churning, began to surge crazily with energy and blood.
puff!
Zi Chen fell to the ground and coughed up blood, his face turning pale again.
The young man remained calm and collected. He pointed his hands and two fingers at his temples, and a ray of divine light flew out from the sea of consciousness and turned into the shape of a sword.
"Sword of Thought!"
There was a low shout, and the sword that was raised by thoughts sank into Zi Chen's sea of consciousness.
Zi Chen staggered as if he had been hit hard, and took a few steps back.
The young man took a step forward and the ground shook. He put his hands together, just like a monk clasping his hands together to salute when meeting people.
Then, a dazzling light appeared from the young man's palms, forming a real sword light and shooting out.
The sword light fell directly on the head, with the sound of breaking through the sky.
A ray of sword energy sank into the ground, forming a trace of more than ten feet.
At the end of Zi Chen's sword energy, there was a bloody mouth on his body.
There was silence outside the space, and everyone was looking at the young man, watching the young man show off his thunderous skills in an instant.
Zi Chen, who was on the defensive, retreated again and again, coughing up blood repeatedly.
Many people have changed their minds. With such fighting power, even if they meet Zi Chen in his heyday, he still has room to fight.
Everyone finally understood why the young man was the last to take action.
He is here to harvest Zi Chen's life.
Zi Chen stood up slowly, looked at the young man in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "You are very strong!"
The young man who started fighting lost his previous complex emotions and became extremely cold, "You too, if it had been anyone else, he would have died if I hit him in three moves! Even though you were seriously injured, you were still able to block my three moves. I admire you very much.
, so I will remember today, every year at this time, I will burn incense sticks for you. In the words of your spirit tribe, this is called remembering old friends."
"Fuck your mother, you still miss her. That's nice to say. Do you dare to let Zi Chen recover before beating her?"
Outside the space, a dissatisfied voice came, it was the monk.
After they heard the news from Bumi, they rushed over immediately, but they still missed the previous battle.
The monk cursed angrily: "A little bastard who has never seen the world still learns from others to talk about morality. Is morality said? It is done! If you let Zi Chen recover, I dare to ask Zi Chen to give you a
An arm and a leg.”
The young man did not look back, but looked at Zi Chen with an indifferent expression.
"As the last person to appear, you must be a strong person among the Gods. Damn it, where is your dignity? Not to mention Zi Chen, even Buddha can kill you. The Gods are also a wealthy family, why?
Isn’t it so unworthy of publicity?”
The young man still did not go to see the monk, but said: "There is no point in delaying this. On the contrary, it will destroy your image in my heart. I don't think you are such a person."
Zi Chen stretched out his palm and made a gesture of invitation, "As I said, if you want to kill me, just come over."
Whoosh!
The body of the young man who was standing there dissipated like smoke.
Zi Chen's eyes immediately became sharp, and he turned around and punched.
Lightning surged on his fist.
A fist appeared from the side and collided with the lightning.