The original god is actually the original god.

Looking at the fleeting phantom in front of him, Murong Fu was shocked, only to feel cold and creepy all over his body.

The words came out, and the fist fell.

How could Murong Fu sit still and wait to die, his eyes narrowed, he couldn't bear the shock, he wanted to fight back, but this phantom stepped out in one step, and it was already in front of him in an instant, he roared sharply, and his left hand was freed, and it was already a palm in the air.

In an instant, the air was like a frozen iceberg.

Murong Fu could almost hear his heartbeat, as well as his chaotic breathing, and he didn't dare to move.

In the center of the eyebrows, a punch has fallen.

This punch has no true qi, no internal strength, and no spiritual thoughts, looking at the ordinary, it fell lightly on the center of his eyebrows, and then fell for a moment, the golden phantom only seemed to be difficult to get rid of the body, and turned into a golden light, and withdrew into the body.

Murong Fu was very frightened, his sideburns broke out in cold sweat, but his eyes rolled up, and he noticed that he was not injured at all, his facial features twitched, he laughed wildly, and sneered gloomily: "It turned out to be a trick, and it was useless, since this is the case, it is my turn." ”

Chen Zhuo stood in place, his eyes swaying, as if he was still feeling the taste of the previous Yuan Shen leaving his body, looking at Murong Fu's crazy posture, he put his hands on his sleeves, and said in a low voice: "Since you have come, I will give you a chance." ”

"Hey, hey, hey, then you've got to pick it up!"

Murong Fu's expression was even more cruel and cruel, what he couldn't stand the most was Chen Zhuo's disapproving tone, as if he couldn't look down on everything, his hands were turned to the sky, and the sword qi in his hand immediately soared, and the sword qi slashed, and the top of the stone hall was split from it, and it only seemed that a huge blood-colored divine sword was erected between heaven and earth, shaking his finger at the sky.

How could there be a little hesitation, Murong Fu's murderous intent was strong to the extreme at the moment, seeing that Chen Zhuo was standing still, as if he really wanted to take his move, he let out a long roar, jumped into the air, and waved his arms to split.

"Kill!"

The blood-colored sword qi fell in the air, and the terrifying sword marks ran through the end of the stone hall, and there was a great tendency to divide the land and open the sea, splitting the sky and the earth.

The wind and frost hit his face, feeling the fierce killing machine coming from the head, Sen Ran sword qi, Chen Zhuo's right fist loosened his five fingers, and the palm suddenly saw a red mang gushing out, he divided his hands one by one, stretched outward, and lifted it up, and the red mang instantly expanded and extended to the outside of the body, wrapping it.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The sword qi fell, falling on the red mang, just like hitting the shield with a spear, stalemate for a few breaths, the stone hall was all around the residual energy, the ground cracked, the mountains and rocks were shattered, and the dust was everywhere.

"Kill!"

Listen to the terrible killing sound again.

In the hustle and bustle of the riot, two figures burst out in the air, like two streamers, swept out of the palace, stepped through the cliffs, and flew up between the snow-capped mountains, one green and one red, green as flowing clouds, red as blood mist, up to the sky and into the earth, shocking the world.

The stone hall collapsed violently, and Murong Fu spread his head, using his fingers as a sword, and his eyes were cracked; In front of him, Chen Zhuo met the enemy with his face, flying upside down, black and white hair brushed in front of him, and the green shirt hunted, like a volley in the void.

Looking at the people who were close at hand, Murong Fu pointed his sword at him, but the two of them seemed to be within reach, but they were always difficult to reach.

Chen Zhuo didn't parry, nor did he fight back, his eyes were flat and said: "One move has passed, you have lost." ”

Murong Fu laughed and said, "I'm defeated? Hahaha, you only have the ability to retreat, how can you parry, and you deserve to say that I ......"

As soon as the word "I" fell, his face suddenly turned sharply, a pair of eyes in his eye sockets couldn't help but turn sharply, and an inconspicuous flame suddenly ignited at the place where Gaine was punched.

Immediately afterwards, the tendons under Murong Fu's skin began to turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the color of fire flowed and spread throughout the body.

"Ahh Murong Fu was shocked that something was wrong, his body sank sharply, and he fell on the wasteland, but when he opened his mouth, there was a miserable scream, and there was fire gushing out of his mouthpiece, "What kind of kung fu are you?" ”

Chen Zhuo also fell, standing a few steps away, with layers of ripples in his eyes, and said softly: "This fire is not based on grass and trees, but on human essence as firewood...... I didn't expect that the power of this "Jiuyang Divine Skill" would be turned into such a means. ”

Murong Fu still wanted to resist, but the more the essence of his body was running in his body, the more crazy the fire energy became, and in a moment, the blood in his mouth seemed to be boiling.

The unimaginable pain burned every inch of his flesh and blood, and Murong Fu screamed in his heart: "Ah, why, why did I get this magic skill and meet you again, I am unwilling, I am not reconciled, I am not reconciled......"

Chen Zhuo exhaled lightly and said quietly: "Don't you understand? Your magic skill is made from people's essence, and my method is dedicated to this skill, and many things have been doomed since you saw this magic skill. ”

At this moment, Murong Fu was completely stunned, he seemed to have forgotten the pain and recovered his nature, looking at Chen Zhuo, his eyes seemed to be two drops of undried blood, and he hissed: "You arranged all this?" ”

Chen Zhuo sighed: "It's not me, but it's also me, and it doesn't matter who gets this magic skill, because they are destined to fall at my feet." ”

Looking at Murong Fu's appearance as he began to struggle again, Chen Zhuo stretched out his hand and pressed it on the other party's Heavenly Spirit Cover.

Seeing this, Murong Fu wanted to fight back on the verge of death, clasped Chen Zhuo's wrists with both hands, breathed fire in his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Even if I die, I will never let you feel better." ”

Chen Zhuo's right hand did not move at all, his expression was calm, and he did not answer, the ice-like mark in the center of his eyebrows suddenly lit up, and in an instant, Murong Fu felt that the boiling essence in his body was actually pulled out of his body by the big hand on the top of his head, as if the water had burst the embankment.

And the mark on Chen Zhuo's eyebrows is getting brighter and brighter, and it is Yu Linglong.

"Ah, you ......" Murong Fu was really desperate at this time, and he was even more shocked, he seemed to suddenly understand why all this was like this, feeling the rapid loss of essence in his body, he stared at Chen Zhuo's eyes, laughing hysterically, and extremely weird, "Okay, until now, I am convinced of you, it turns out that ...... You are the real devil in the world...... I can already foresee your fate, Huangquan Lu Yao, Chen Zhuo, I am in the Netherworld...... Waiting for you ......"

Chen Zhuo lowered his eyes and said casually: "What gods, demons, immortals, and Buddhas, win or lose, but become a king and lose a villa, and the children of the rivers and lakes die...... Then you just have to watch down there and see how I've been winning. ”

The hatred in Murong Fu's eyes seemed to be stimulated by Chen Zhuo again, his eyes opened sharply, and he opened his mouth and roared: "Chen ......"

But as soon as he spoke, his body collapsed like a withered corpse, burning into a fire under Chen Zhuo's palm, scattered in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, nothing left.

As soon as his right hand withdrew, he looked deeply at the ashes that flew into the air, Chen Zhuofei retreated, really came quickly, went suddenly, a few ups and downs, his figure was far away in the sky, and disappeared without a trace in the long howl.

This battle seems to be thrilling, but in fact, from his arrival to fight Murong Fu and then his successful retirement, it is just a short cup of tea, and if he succeeds, he will go a hundred miles away immediately.

(End of chapter)