Vol 11 Chapter 933: Ghost face reproduction

Dozens of heavenly and martial arts people rushed together, and the momentum was soaring, and the wild warfare suddenly raged.

These people of the Devils are very acquainted with each other, and the heavens and the humanities are united together, like a giant net, and they are pressed against it.

Nie Tian felt that the weak pressure had made him look a little.

"Looking for death!" Jian Chen is cold and cold, regardless of disregard, the figure is like a stream of light.

I saw Jian Chen's figure like a sword, and the whole body rushed with a terrible slashing sword, like a wild animal.

"Boom!" A loud noise, dozens of heavenly warriors condensed in the field of oppression was actually smashed by Jian Chen, the next moment is a scream of ghosts and screams.

Under the sway of the sword, more than a dozen black warriors directly fell to the ground and died.

Their strength is not weak, but the sword is too strong, the two sides are not at one level.

Others have stepped back, their eyes flashing with horror, and they can't believe it. The strength of Jianchen is so strong.

Nie Tian mouth smiled slightly, Jian Chen is already an old monster who has lived for thousands of years. Not only is the strength superior, but the combat experience is richer. These people are completely impossible to be his opponent.

"Who are you?" Yunba screamed back, his eyes glaring and nervous.

"Tianjiange is what I created. What do you mean by me?" Jianchen screamed, his eyes were full of blood, and the whole body stirred a strong killing.

"You are, Tianjian ancestors?" Yunba stunned, and then reacted, the fear in his eyes was even worse, where he would think that Tianjian ancestors actually went to the Tianmeng Palace.

Knowing the identity of Jian Chen, Yunba was scared not too small, but it was a temporary reaction, and his expression froze.

"Dead!" Just at this time, a cold voice sounded, and then a sword shadow whistling out, the most extreme.

The next moment, the sword shadow passed, Yunba did not have time to have a little reaction, directly smashed into two paragraphs.

At the last moment of Yunba’s consciousness, I saw an indifferent face, which is Nie Tian.

It is Nie Tian's shot, a sword to kill the cloud.

Yunba's strength is not weak, it is already five people, but Nie Tian is stronger.

In addition, Yunba stunned, causing him not to fight back.

At this time, Lin Feng also shot, a few swords and shadows rushed out, the momentum is strong, such as the wind blowing the leaves, more than a dozen black warriors died on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, Nie Tian three people killed Yunba and dozens of black warriors, clean and neat.

"The Devil's Palace, today is your last day!" Jian Chen killed in silence, roared, and actually rushed toward the front.

Nie Tian and Lin Feng did not stop, and quickly followed the past.

After a while, the three came to a huge square with a huge altar in the center.

"The Devil's Palace is so big!" Nie Tian looked at the altar in front of him, and his heart was not too small.

The altar was very strange, releasing a black mist, Y cold and strange, filled with the breath of death.

"The people of the Tianmeng Palace, let the Laozi roll out!" Jianchen figured a move, stepped on the void, Ling Sheng high drink.

Nie Tian’s face was speechless. This guy lived for thousands of years and was too rude. So he would lead all the people who taught the demon.

Jian Chen's strength is strong enough, even the demon leader is not in the eyes, of course, dare to arrogant.

The mad voice fell, but there was silence all around, and there was no response.

"A group of shrinking tortoises!" Jianchen saw no one responded, could not help but be more angry, the whole body rushed a terrible sword, his eyes swept to the huge altar, roaring: "Since you don't come out, then I will ruin you. Altar!"

"Boom!" Jianchen figure moves, the huge sword is filled out, and there is an ice blue sword in his hand. It is his sword of the Yuanling, against the water sword!

"Boom!" The huge swords bloomed in the space, and the altar suddenly stunned, as if it could not withstand strong oppression.

"Be careful!" Nie Tian looked at the altar and suddenly felt a violent force, suddenly gazing and screaming.

But it is already late, and Jian Chen’s sword has fallen.

Jian Chen’s sword is very special. The sword mans is actually a dark blue color. There is a blue sword shadow in the void. It is full of kilometers. It seems that the deep blue sea water is converging.

"Boom!" Almost at the same time, a black brilliance suddenly emerged from the black altar, violently violent, condensed into a black claw in the void, and slammed into the past.

The black claws are extremely sharp, and there are several black trajectories in the void. A terrible death scent comes to cover the entire space.

"It's bad!" Nie Tian's eyes trembled. He was very familiar with the black brilliance. When he and the Yue Jin battle, the blood of the latter was the same black brilliance.

"嘎嘎-!" Just at this time, a cold laughter suddenly sounded in the void, piercing, filled with the surrounding space.

"What kind of ghost thing?" Jian Chen also realized that at this moment, it was wrong, screaming, and the figure wanted to retreat, but it was already late.

The brilliance of black seems to be integrated with the space. In a flash, the black claws fall directly on Jianchen.

"Ah!" A fierce cry rang, and Jian Chen’s chest was actually worn directly by D, and suddenly the blood flowed like a note.

"Kid!"

"Jian Chen!"

In the sudden scene, the voices of Jian Lao and Nie Tian almost sounded at the same time.

"Ignorance of human beings, let the deity devour your soul!" The black claws turned into a black gas, wrapped in swords, seeming to completely devour him.

The screaming sound was in the air and it was creepy.

"Get out of my way!" Nie Tian screamed, his figure as electricity, turned into a streamer, and rushed to the past with the black gas.

The thunder of his body rushed out, dispelling the black mist in the space, and the purple-golden lightning was like a long, glowing snake, rolling over and over.

"Hey!" Thunder's power condensed into a Thunder Dragon, roaring in the sky, rushing straight toward Jianchen.

"桀桀桀-!" The black mist seemed to be aware of the danger, and made a strange call, but was repeatedly retreated by the Thunder Dragon*, and only had to give up Jianchen.

Nie Tian’s arm stretched out and held Jian Chen in his arms. He felt that the latter’s breath was still very weak.

What surprised Nie Tian was that the wound on Jian Chen did not heal, and he continued to tear and expand, almost shredding his body.

Nie Tian brows a wrinkle, a few swords in the body, forcibly sealed the wounds on Jianchen.

"Hmmm?" Just then, the black gas condensed a grimace, a strange voice, the dark pupil was actually shrinking, it seemed very surprised, blame: "Human boy, it is you!"

"Well?" Nie Tian also looked at it, looking at the ghost face in front of him, and immediately understood that this was the grim face he had seen in Yue Jin!

The demon face is the same as that when Nie Tian first saw it. It was made of black brilliance, and the black rune was flowing inside, releasing the breath of death.

"Nie Tian, ​​we finally met!" At this time, another voice sounded, and immediately a figure appeared from the void.

The man was hidden in the black robe. Although he could not see the face, he could hear it. It was a woman's voice!