Chapter 168: Spiritual Battle

The High Priest held a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, and looked at Lan Ze with a sharp and determined gaze: "I am grateful to you, you made me understand what I need most, for the sake of Aksuna, I will fight until the last moment regardless of the consequences!" ”

The green mountains behind Immorton shook violently, and a heavy edge permeated Immorton's body, and the amazing battle intent permeated Immorton's body. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Voldemort stroked the black ink-scaled serpent swimming around him, looked at Lan Ze calmly, an ominous aura surrounded Voldemort, and the corners of his mouth carried a cold mockery: "I am also very grateful to you, you let me recall the memories I least want to recall, I used to be crazy to let myself forget, but you let her appear clearly in my heart again, I will kill you!" Crazy torture your soul! ”

The tyrannical killing machine spurted through Voldemort's body, causing Lan Ze's skin to tighten.

Taking a deep breath, Lan Ze's gaze was solemn, and a sense of crisis that he had never felt before made Lan Ze's heart begin to beat wildly, the spiritual world was created by Lan Ze himself, this was originally an ability that could only be used by fourth-level spiritual dominators, and although Lan Ze's forcible use limited the magic and witchcraft of the High Priest and Voldemort, it also made the mental power of the two people reach a state of excitement.

If he could, Lan Ze didn't want to take the risk of using this trick, but whether it was the High Priest or Voldemort, the use of spiritual power was a master, one was a genius among geniuses, and the other was an old monster with three thousand years of accumulation, if Lan Ze was at the peak of his physical state now, Lan Ze was not afraid of the two, but now Lan Ze's physical state was not enough to support himself to fight fiercely with two powerhouses of the same level, so Lan Ze gave up his physical advantage in exchange for the restrictions of the opponent's magic and witchcraft.

This comprehensive battle has become a simple mental power competition, but the battle of spiritual power is very dangerous, the spiritual power of the three people has reached a very high level, under the effect of the special moves of the mind dominator, the spiritual power of the three people is mixed together, reaching an extremely mysterious state, which causes a very serious consequence, that is, mental damage, will be transferred to the body, if their spiritual power condensation is cut off the head, their body will also be cut off the head.

The crisis emerged, and now it doesn't matter what to run away or not, if you want to survive, there is only a crazy battle, a kind of fighting intent that has never been burned in Lan Ze's heart.

The fists were clenched, the golden light on the fist gloves on the arms shone like two small suns, the tip of the tongue was against the roof of the mouth, and a sound like spring thunder exploded "Battle!" The word spat out of Lan Ze's mouth.

Lan Ze strode forward, blasted a deep footprint on the ground with his bare feet, the muscles of his body trembled wildly, the arms raised high, the muscles tensed instantly, and the sudden green tendons appeared on Lan Ze's arms like small snakes, the golden arms, the pitch-black tendons bulged, like the totem of the demon god!

The simplest straight punch, without any skills, is ordinary, but under the terrifying power, Lan Ze has played a galloping momentum!

A streamer of light slashed, and Lan Ze's fist slammed into Voldemort.

Voldemort snorted coldly, and in the face of Lan Ze's galloping punch, the ink-scaled snake swimming around Voldemort roared, the scale armor stood up, the scarlet snake pupils flashed crazy, and the body flicked violently, and the sharp fangs with a whistling sound of breaking the air attacked Lan Ze.

"Get out of here!" Facing the poisonous snake attacking head-on, Lan Ze's eyes were cold, and a straight fist from the galloping horse smashed on the head of the ink-scaled snake, the muscles on Lan Ze's arm had already accumulated a lot of strength, and the surging power poured into the body of the ink-scaled snake along Lan Ze's arm, like the mighty Yangtze River.

With a roar of pain, the Ink-scaled Serpent paused in the air, and the next moment the blood mist and scattered scale armor flew around, and the orphanage behind Voldemort dimmed imperceptibly.

A strong wind came towards him, Immorton held a golden battle shield, and rushed over with a thousand powers, and the beautiful woman on the battle shield held a golden war knife, looking at Lan Ze murderously. Lan Ze clenched his fists with five fingers, his arms were raised high, and the muscles of his arms under the bulging green tendons were tense like steel, and with a muffled cry, Lan Ze used his arms to resist the shield blow of the High Priest Immorton!

The sour numbness that cannot be described in words spread from the arm, the strength of the high priest was not weak, coupled with the shield blow that was almost a sneak attack, Lan Ze was caught off guard, making Lan Ze take a few steps back, twist his head, look at the high priest Immorton with crazy eyes, a beastly roar exploded from Lan Ze's throat, his left foot slammed on the ground, stopping the retreating figure, the ape's back stretched, the spine twisted like a dragon, the elbow of the right arm stretched back to the limit, a fierce light flashed in Lan Ze's eyes, and the next moment, a punch burst out.

This punch was too fierce, although it was only rushed out, but it contained the power of Lan Ze's whole person, roaring out like a landslide, and the entire space trembled in an instant, looking at Lan Ze who attacked again, a trace of consternation flashed in Immorton's eyes, and the arm holding the battle shield was already numb, and in the face of the fierce Lan Ze, it was obviously unstoppable, and the cold light flashed in Immorton's eyes, and he did not retreat but advanced.

The sickle-shaped sword stabbed at Lan Ze's chest, if Lan Ze dodged, he would continue to change his moves next, and take the opportunity to seriously injure Lan Ze, for his own swordsmanship, Immorton was very confident, if Lan Ze blocked his sword, he also had a way to make Lan Ze suffer a small loss, but Immorton never expected that Lan Ze would actually resist Immorton's sickle sword stab!

The scythe-shaped sword pierced Lan Ze's chest, piercing Lan Ze's lung lobes and shoulder blades. A mouthful of blood foam spit out from Lan Ze's mouth, and with an incomparable momentum, the punch hit Immorton's chest fiercely, the golden-colored ancient Egyptian armor was shattered instantly, the green mountains behind Immorton trembled violently, and hideous cracks appeared around the green mountains, a breeze blew, and the dust and sand flew all over the sky, and the green mountains were crumbling, and they almost fell several times.

At the same time, in the huge coffee shop behind Lan Ze, a huge crack appeared on the smooth wall.

In the suburbs of New York, in the center of the invisible force field, three people floated quietly in the air, Voldemort's face was pale, the high priest Immorton's face was like gold paper, the clothes on his chest exploded, a sunken fist appeared on the high priest's chest, his face with his eyes closed, a trace of pain flashed, and a dark red blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, dripping on the dry and cracked ground.

There was also a blood mark on Lan Ze's chest, and a large amount of blood flowed out of Lan Ze's chest, but Lan Ze's freshness seemed to contain life, although it flowed out, it did not fall to the ground, but squirmed on Lan Ze's body, and finally got into Lan Ze's body again.

In the spiritual world, Lan Ze wiped the blood foam from the corner of his mouth, with a sickle-shaped sword in his chest, he looked at Immorton with a hideous face, his fists were clenched, and the terrifying power roared in Lan Ze's body, Voldemort saw that it was not good, and hurriedly waved his arm, surrounded Voldemort, and his boundless face flew towards Lan Ze.

Lan Ze waved his palm continuously, slapped dozens of times in the air, thousands of faces were shattered, Lan Ze's eyes pierced the hideous face and looked at Voldemort in the distance and sneered: "It's too weak, this level of attack power, even if it is a day and a night, it can't hurt me in the slightest, wait for me to kill Immorton, and then kill you!" ”

Lan Ze no longer paid attention to the hideous faces around him, and jumped forward, the whole person pounced out like a cheetah, clenched his five fingers, vowing to shatter Immorton's body, suddenly, Lan Ze's expression changed, his body stopped, and the two faces didn't know when they were attached to Lan Ze's back, and the snow-white teeth bit on Lan Ze's shoulder, and blood splashed like a spring.

The pain of drilling the heart surged into Lan Ze's heart, Lan Ze grabbed the hideous face with one hand, pinched it hard, and the bright red blood juice and brain pulp sprayed Lan Ze's body, and after a pause, the high priest Immorton had already recovered, and he didn't dare to continue to get close to Lan Ze, and suddenly shot back dozens of steps, looking at Lan Ze with palpitations.

Looking at Immorton, who was looking for a hand, ran away like this, Lan Ze smashed more than a dozen hideous faces with a wave of his hand, and looked at Voldemort with gloomy eyes: "You damn it!" (To be continued.) )