Chapter 200: Calculation

"Get out of here!"

In the ball of sword storm light, a deep gray splashed out, swinging away the surrounding sword storm, and a four-meter-tall skeleton roared angrily, smashing the ground and running wildly.

Rumble!

As if teleporting, the skeleton appeared in front of the Heavenly Imperial Dao, and its rock-like body slammed into the sky, knocking the jade wall dozens of meters away.

"Jinchen!" The skeleton roared angrily, and the dark purple light in its hand burst out, like an arrow, killing Jinchen.

"Is it useful to shout louder?" Jin Chen sneered, and a basketball-sized cloud of yin blue water appeared in his hand, and it was also thrown out instantly.

Boom!

Boom!

Bang bang bang!

Arrows were fired by the skeletons, and clumps of water were thrown out by Jinchen.

The two seemed to have an extremely tacit understanding, both of them released Dao attacks, and quickly ran forward to their sides, until the two finally met:

"Zhan Gang, urging immortals!" The pitch-black skeletons converged between the hands of one person, and the demonic qi of the forest shook the void.

"Keel!" One person suddenly shouted, and his fist shone with golden light, as if it could break through the sky.

Bang!

The two attacks collided, and a vague orb spread out, swinging the aura and shattering the earth, turning the place where the two men were into a brief pure vacuum.

What is vacuum? In a space, there is no gas in a vacuum!

What is pure vacuum? In one space, the air, the aura, and the earth are all gone, and it is a pure vacuum!

The two people present, relying on just one fist collision, the aftermath turned the surroundings into a pure vacuum, which shows the strength of the two.

Airplanes......

The huge power was transmitted, and Jinchen's left fist was shaken open in an instant, his fist trembled slightly, and blood spilled.

On the other side, the skinny, skeleton-like dragon Ming was only a few points back with his fist, and there was a crisp sound between his finger bones.

The two fists are facing each other, and the judgment is made.

"Huh." Jinchen smiled coldly, her body trembled, her bones crackled, and she leaned back slightly, about to retreat.

Suddenly, her robe trembled and bulged, and the blade-like energy tore through her skirt and swept away the void.

And under her feet, there were also circles of ripples, and the ripples passed, and the dust was flying.

"But that's it!" Quickly unloading the strength of his body, Jinchen smiled coldly, and punched out again.

"Look for death!" Long Ming shouted, did not dodge or dodge, and swung his fist to meet him.

He just punched her right fist and splattered blood. Even if she unloaded the strength on her body in time, she couldn't deny the fact that her simple strength was not as good as herself.

Now, does she dare to fight against herself?

Look for death!

Rumble!

The two fists met, and Jinchen's fist was sprinkled with blood again, and it was quickly swung away, and this time, she did not unload her force perfectly, but her face suddenly flushed, and she took a step back.

At this moment, Zi Long Ming was even more unforgiving, his fists danced into phantoms, and in an instant, dozens of hundreds of punches forced towards Jinchen.

And Jinchen was also covered in fog and yellow light, fighting and retreating, without fear.

The two of them in the outside world frantically bombarded their opponents, and Jinchen's sea of consciousness was also shaken, and one after another transparent and blurred weird attacks frantically besieged Jinchen and the witch's spirits.

Judging from the current situation, Jinchen is not as good as the Ghost Evil King, but it is not easy for the Ghost Evil King to kill Jinchen.

Now the situation is that either another person will rush here and strike at one of them; Or, the two of them will burst out with more powerful power than they are now.

Otherwise, it is difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat.

Of course, the two people present were also experienced in combat, and they would not have been unaware that there was no point in fighting for such a long time.

Both sides sensed that something was wrong; Both sides are waiting for their time.

Maybe Jinchen found out, maybe Jinchen didn't know, but there is one fact that will not change.

Jinchen and the witch, every time they killed an unknown object, a trace of extremely thin blue-black mist dissipated and merged into her sea of knowledge.

And as the two continued to fight, there were more and more blue-black mist in Jinchen's sea of knowledge, almost filling the entire sea of knowledge.

Her fists became bloody and blurred in the bombardment again and again, and her finger bones were exposed.

At this point in the battle, her arms were dripping with blood and trembling. A pool of blood gushed out from the corner of her mouth.

What the hell is she insisting on?

For no reason, the heart of the Ghost Evil King, which had been silent for many years, began to beat a little rapidly.

He was upset.

For no reason, he was upset.

It went so well.

How could it be so smooth to deal with the Golden Fox Ancestor?!

Finally, the blue-black gas filled Jinchen Zhihai.

At this moment, the Ghost Evil King finally clearly felt Jinchen's physical condition at this time.

Seventy percent of the meridians in both arms are torn, but at the same time, they are constantly repairing.

The flesh and blood of both fists were blurred, and the finger bones were clearly cracked. But the rift widened and shrunk, maintaining a strange balance. Beyond the phalanges, flesh and blood are constantly torn apart, and flesh and blood are constantly growing.

What kind of monster are you with this ability to recover?

At this moment, even the Ghost Evil King was a little chilled.

But, useless!

No matter what heinous means she has, it's useless now!

He also has half control over this body.

Now, "Stop! ”

The Demon King screamed.

Jinchen, who was punching continuously, suddenly stagnated.

The master has a move, the difference between minutes and seconds, and the difference between life and death.

Boom!

Long Ming's fist slammed into Jinchen's body, and the terrifying power tore her flesh apart inch by inch, and in an instant, she was covered in blood, blood spilled in the air, and was knocked out.

It was also at this moment that poof!

A blood streak suddenly bloomed on Long Ming's chest, and bright red blood flew out, like a crystal blood sword.

Not good!

The pupils of the dragon are almost like the tip of a needle.

Whoa.

The blood that flew out was lifelike, forming a crystal blade of blood, completely piercing the front and back of his chest.

Without giving Long Ming any time to react, the strange blood blade trembled and spun.

At the same time, within his body, drops of yin blue water appeared, and began to rapidly erode his flesh, golden bones.

"Golden Fox-" Long Ming let out a terrible roar, and his body quickly turned into black mist, shaking wildly, forcing out drops of blood and water droplets.

Damn!

He was careless.

The Golden Fox Ancestor broke into his black mist, it was actually Tianshui, and there was actually a residue!

And the moment he fell from the sky and hit her, she was able to react in an instant, spurting out a mouthful of blood and letting him melt into herself!

If he wasn't in a hurry to fight Jinchen, but to fight with him, he might still be able to discover the impurities in his body.

But he was too anxious to kill the Golden Fox Ancestor.

And Jinchen has been attacking him and not giving him a chance to be distracted.

Damn!

Is this the Golden Fox Ancestor?

Is this the existence that was known as the invincible half-immortal and ranked fourth on the firmament list back then!

Good calculation!

Between heaven and earth, the bright sword light flashed away.

The gods are heavenly, and they pass by in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the mist, which was as thick as ink just now, was so thin that it was almost transparent.

"Golden Fox Ancestor—"

The black mist roared, and it condensed into the figure of the dragon again.

Intact, but with a wilting breath.