The Dark Witch was unimpressed.

To be exact, no one is listening to him carefully, the so-called people are soft-spoken, and when people are humble, their voices will be treated as air.

Everyone's eyes, and even their hearings, were focused on the black witch, and Xia Qingchen was only like dust, and no one cared.

Xia Qingchen sighed softly, and his palms were gently pushed out from under his ribs, one gold and one black, and two palm prints, like a pillar of light instantly emitted from the palm of his hand, penetrating the atmosphere.

Crackling

He didn't deliberately mobilize the physical power in the inner space, but the evil Buddha desire that he could unleash casually was obviously more powerful than in the past.

The pillar of light passed, and the air was rubbed into blinding bright sparks, which immediately attracted everyone's afterglow.

When they looked at it, the black and gold pillars of light had already penetrated the black witch's chest like thunder.

His majestic body, like a delicate butterfly, flew upside down from the altar on the spot and fell to the magma.

On its chest, the incomparably tough black armor melted a huge gap, revealing a piercing blood hole the size of a bowl.

From his mouth, a long bloody arrow splattered out, and his eyes were exposed by the violent impact, and his eyes were replaced by a look of confusion.

Presumably he hadn't figured out the situation yet and didn't know what was going on.

It's just that the strength of the Destruction God Slave is not only in the strong body, but also in the reaction ability that far exceeds ordinary people!

In the case of such a severe trauma to his body, he was able to stretch out his palm in time, grabbed the edge of the altar, and with the strength of only five fingers, he dragged his heavy body back onto the altar.

The upper half of his body was covered with blood, and he stared at Xia Qingchen in surprise.

And under the altar, there was an exclamation.

"What was that?" asked Priest Pear with a burning gaze at Priest Liluo.

The eyes of the Hidden Mirror Priest jumped back and forth between the black witch and Xia Qingchen, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he said, "Priest Wuxi, who are you looking for?"

The legendary existence of destroying the gods and slaves who crushed the powerhouses of the same generation in the world was almost killed by Hu Yifan, who "overdrew his potential"!!

However, the face of the black priest was also replaced by shock, and he also wanted to get an answer.

Who is that Hu Yifan?

Defeating Hao Senyu in one move has subverted the cognition of the Wu Yu priest, but defeating the black witch with one move is a hundred times the destruction god slave of Hao Senyu, he can't imagine at all, where did such a person come from?

Also incredible, there is also the Slave Heavenly Relic!

He had already stood up, ready to declare victory, sat down again, crossed his hands to support his chin, and looked at Xia Qingchen without blinking.

The expression has never been dignified.

"Who is he, do you know him?" asked Nu Tianyi, his voice mixed with a hint of coolness.

The remaining six barbarians behind him all shook their heads.

"Never seen, never heard. ”

A wave of heat blew by, and the hair in front of Nu Tianyi's forehead shook in front of his solemn eyes: "Then let me investigate clearly!

He didn't believe that there were characters beyond his control in the Lou Nan Realm, and there were people who could defeat the Destruction God Slave he had worked so hard to cultivate with one move.

"Yes!" the six barbarians stepped back one after another, heading to the foot of the volcano to find out the news.

The exclamation from the audience did not affect the continuation of the martial arts on the altar.

The black witch stared at Xia Qingchen, and raised his palm to slap the space fiercely, causing the atmosphere to deflagrate.

He grabbed a ball of flame and pressed it against his chest, the blazing flames burning his wounds violently, making a sizzling sound, and a pungent scorching breath came over his face.

He actually used extreme means to seal the bleeding wound to prevent excessive bleeding and death.

From beginning to end, there was not a trace of pain on the black witch's face, as if he was doing a trivial matter.

When his palm was removed, and the burnt wound was glued back together, his eyes were firm, and for the first time he was full of seriousness, and said, "You are very powerful!

He stretched out a palm and made a gesture of please: "Let's come again!"

In his eyes, a strong battle intent burst out, a layer of gray air flow surrounded his body, and the bluestone slabs under his feet were cracked and irresistibly damaged.

Even the clothes on his body rotted into dust between breaths!

To the naked eye, the exhaled air inside his body turned gray, and his eyes turned pale.

"We ...... Fight again!" he strode forward, each step shaking the altar and a large crack beneath his feet.

Xia Qingchen stood on the shaking altar, as steady as Mount Tai, and said calmly: "It's hard to pick up a life, just cherish it." ”

The implication is to let the black witch admit defeat and don't seek his own death.

However, instead of weakening, the black witch's fighting consciousness became stronger and stronger, grinning: "A person's life is nothing but conquering one peak after another!

He clenched his fists, and his pale eyes burst out with the earth-shattering battle intent of the burning sky.

A gray air flow converged on the surface of the body, turned into a gray lightning, and thundered towards it, and an earth-shattering roar came from its mouth: "The sky is cracked!"

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The two fists slammed into it, and the atmosphere was not only rubbed into dazzling sparks, but also erupted into thunder and lightning.

Xia Qingchen raised his palms, and slapped out his palms with an expressionless face, and the power of gold and black came out of his body, colliding with the fist wrapped in gray airflow, sparks, and thunder.

The power of the evil god and the Buddha god is comparable to the power of mortal power?

The sparks and thunder and lightning were annihilated by the ashes under Xia Qingchen's palm, but the gray air flow insisted on being instantaneous and never extinguished!

The two fists collided suddenly, making a muffled sound of earth-shattering thunder, and both of them stood in place without moving, but a blast wave of explosion swept through all around them, completely shattering the already cracked altar!

Countless altar fragments shot out in all directions like meteorites, and the three priests of the middle moon rank hurriedly dodged.

On the other hand, Nu Tianyi was on tiptoe, and the Black Iron Throne under him turned around, with his back to him, blocking the meteorites one after another.

When the vision subsided, everyone looked fixedly, and their eyes were shocked.

The altar, which had existed for many years, had all been shattered, and only eight intertwined chains remained above the crater.

On the chain, Xia Qingchen and the black witch maintained a posture of hitting each other with their fists, motionless.

Until the black witch showed a smile of victory, and the battle intent said wildly: "But that's it!"

With all his strength, he successfully blocked Xia Qingchen's mysterious blow.

It's just that Xia Qingchen's words made his smile stiff.

A gust of wind blew, lifting Xia Qingchen's black hair, but it couldn't lift the slightest ripple in his eyes: "You know, how much strength did I use?"

As the words fell, he took a light breath, and the ninety small veins in his body slowly opened.

A physical force like a torrent burst the embankment and gushed out...... Today a change