Dangerous! Dangerous! Aloof! Aloof! Hidden in the body, the perception of inactivity, the sound of crazy reminders kept echoing in my mind.

Finally came in handy in battle, Chen Cheng slowly relaxed a little in his heart, although the perception of the appearance time is always extremely unreliable, but it cannot be denied that perception can play a great role in the battle.

Wolf Gu had already started with the battle, but unfortunately the level was too low and he couldn't catch any weaknesses of the opponent, Wang Yaozhou's body was mixed up and down, and his breath was condensed.

'Collapse' Wang Yao's body disappeared suddenly, and the paw prints were deeply imprinted in the bluestone pavement, which showed the great strength.

Right! The moment he disappeared, a dangerous aura faintly came from the right side of his body, and when he turned his head to look, he could only vaguely perceive a cloud of emerald green flames attacking him, and the fierce aura was surging.

Chen Cheng didn't dare to slack off, the double knives were erected in front of him, the muscles all over his body were tense, and the bluestone under his feet couldn't withstand the contraction of the soles of his feet, and cracked. The bloody sword intent condenses the blade and strengthens the sturdiness of the knife.

Soul fuel, on! A low voice sounded in his heart, and the familiar blue ring appeared around the eyes again, and the emerald green flames gradually became clear in the eyes, and even a vague figure could be seen in it.

It's coming, it's coming, it's ready to meet the impact, the sword intent turns into a wave of water, and the sword style is opened.

As a very important defensive sword skill in the flow of artistic conception, it is very suitable to absorb the great force through the fluctuation of artistic conception.

The 'bang' foot slammed into the defense line formed by the two knives with great force.

The wind was blowing, the long hair was raised back, the teeth were tightly closed, the green tendons on the white palms were bursting up, and the face was red, and he had already exerted his strength to eat.

"Bang!" I saw a black shadow shoot out, and the place where the two collided turned into powder, and the surrounding stone slabs were lifted off with a huge force, smashing towards the black shadow that flew out.

Black shadows smashed through the houses and disappeared into the buildings, and the dust of rubble flew in the sky.

Chen Cheng held the knife in both hands, and his back smashed through an unknown number of walls to eliminate the terrifying force that attacked, his arms trembled uncontrollably, his lips were stained red with blood, and he struggled to suppress the constant churning of qi and blood in his body.

His arms were congested and swollen, and even the sword wiping style could not completely eliminate the strength of Wang Yao's hard kick, and there was already a huge gap between the two in terms of strength alone.

He couldn't even remember the last time he was crushed in terms of strength.

Raising his wrist to wipe the bright red corner of his lips, Wumei waved, and the green bricks shattered one after another, falling to the ground.

Looking at the narrow passage that was smashed out by himself, his back spasmed and twitched, and the hot and stinging pain stirred his nerves all the time.

"Humph!" After Wang Yao kicked the hunter into the residential area with all his strength, he snorted coldly, there is a way in heaven that you don't go, and there is no way to throw yourself in hell.

Turning the spearhead at Wang Chen, he did not forget his ultimate goal, to take control of Jinshi Town.

The fist is boiling, the strength is roaring, and the verdant is blooming, symbolizing the artistic conception of life, but with the domineering of annihilating all vitality.

The "withering" gang qi followed the iron fist and blasted out, streaking through the air in an emerald color, and the aura of death filled everywhere it went.

Wang Chen stood stunned in place, his mind was completely attracted by this fist, the power of life and death intertwined, as if it had a fatal attraction, but it occupied the entire pupil in a moment.

"Stand back and cover your ears." Xue Cen felt the terrifying power contained in the fist, his eyes tightened, and he yelled at his companion behind him to remind the two of them to retreat.

With her hands raised in front of her, her fingers flew up and down, and the power of the soul gushed out from her petite body, following the rapid changes of her finger movements, condensing into a translucent bell with vague patterns engraved on the surface.

"Soul Bell, go!" Condensed out of thin air, there was too much time, Xue Cen could only use his fingers to pull the power of the soul and assist in building the soul clock, so that it could be completed and hit the fist.

The bell is three people tall, twice as large as the last time he fought Kroos, and the pattern is even more blurred. Wang Chen's physique and spirit are not high, so he rashly compressed the bell body, I am afraid that he did not die under Wang Yao's fist, but died first on the soul sound of the soul bell.

It is not too easy to kill an 'ordinary person' who has not even stepped into the second realm.

Xue Cen could only try her best to weaken the intensity of the soul swinging sound, so that this unlucky new member of the alliance would not die on the soul clock.

The 'Bang' fist collided with the soul bell, making a dull sound, and the original crisp bell was no longer ringing.

The turbulent air flow burst out from the battle between the two and evolved into a violent shockwave, sweeping through the space within a radius of hundreds of meters. Dancing in the wind, there was a sting that penetrated deep into the spirit.

Wang Chen only felt that his soul was pierced by a steel needle, and the severe pain instantly woke him up, and he opened his eyes wide to look at the emerald fist marks that were blocked by the translucent bell body, and the fear and happiness of the rest of his life had just appeared on his face.

Just listen to the crisp sound of 'click, click', which is the center of the battle between the fist gang and the soul bell.

Cracks, several cracks appeared, and the surface of the bell body under the fist had cracked into several pieces, crumbling on the edge of shattering.

Seeing this, Xue Cen gritted her teeth and released the soul of ten thousand beasts that had accumulated before, and for a while, she was wrapped in a translucent soul, and the green and white jade commanded the movement, and the souls followed the guidance and rushed forward to merge into the precarious soul clock, so that it could become stable again.

Wang Yao's face was grim, these hunters stopped their hunting plan several times, and the originally planned development experience had undergone major changes.

If it weren't for the fanatical chasers who came to report the news, I am afraid that I would not have known that Wang Yao had set off a mutiny, and he would have been caught off guard.

The depression that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time broke out at this moment, his eyes bulged forward slightly, the corners of his lips hooked to reveal a mouthful of blood-stained teeth, and his face was indescribably hideous.

The fists above the two fists were condensed, the fierce flames were monstrous, the toes touched the ground, the body flashed, and rushed towards Xuezen, who was hindering him from completing his plan.

The soul is sensitive, and in the face of undisguised killing intent, Xue Cen's face is solemn, and he struggles to kick away Wang Chen, who is not far away, and the soul bell envelops himself completely around his body.

The "Duang" fist landed on the soul bell, which had been reduced to normal size, and let out a melodious bell chime, and the soul swinging sound increased with the clarity of the pattern outside the bell's body, and it could already twist the air within three feet of the body.

As if Wang Yao hadn't heard, the power of the iron fist fell like raindrops, and the bell rang through the local battlefield.

The sound of the bell tore through the souls nearby, and the tide of cloud beasts that poured towards the town was unexpectedly curbed for a while.

The 'thump' sound of the cloud beast falling to the ground seemed to be accompanied by the sound of a bell.

Mira had retreated to the bottom of the walls, her two furry ears hanging down from her head and clinging to her hair, reducing the effect of the soul-swinging sound.

The embroidered fist was covered in blood, and she and Betty were standing in the gap that had been broken by the bull-headed cloud beast, wielding their abilities to bombard the cloud beasts that kept coming up.

The two of them are not strong enough to fight against the Third Realm, and stepping forward to assist may also distract Xuecen, so what they can do now is to create more souls, provide Xuecen with extra strength, and prevent Jinshi Town from being destroyed in the beast tide.