Chapter 705 Lin Bingchun Arrives
Chen Ze's look was stagnant. At first, he just stayed with a kind of watchmaking mentality, and he was curious about what direction this battle would develop in.
However, at this moment, he faintly realized that there seemed to be a disadvantage of the Dagan Dynasty.
Although the two of them were divided into the later period of God, the strength of the black robe man in Xuantian Temple was obviously better.
Especially the black sword in his hand, the breath exuded was extremely unusual.
Through the information that feedback from Tianyantong, Chen Ze was able to determine that the black sword is indeed only the next grade.
But no matter what you think, it is not as simple as the surface.
As long as you observe it carefully, you will find that although the quality of the black sword itself is correct, it seems to be blessed by a special force.
Under the role of this mysterious power, the power it shows is really incredible for the best of heaven.
"What is the strangeness of this black sword?" Chen Ze frowned slightly, secretly in his heart, "I'm afraid it is difficult to deal with it."
Even so, Chen Ze did not intend to take it.
Now that the situation has developed to this point, the two sides will not stop easily.
Moreover, he never believes that the heritage of the Dansan dynasty will be so shallow, and there must be any means of the bottom of the box.
Similarly, since Xuantian Temple dared to go deep into the Dalong City, and had previously disappeared for a while, the preparations made this time would not be the same.
Both sides have not taken real strength at present, and they are just testing. This battle is far from over.
On the ruins of the century -old Big Biwan, the battle between the black shadow and the black robe people became more intense, and each collision caused a strong spiritual fluctuation.
The black robe wielded the black sword, and the sword was extremely sharp, and each sword light seemed to be able to split the void.
"Huh, the Danan dynasty is not the case!"
"You want to stop mad, how can you be afraid of your Xuantian Temple." Hei Ying took a snoring.
Having said that, although Hei Ying struggled to resist, he gradually revealed his fatigue under the powerful sword prestige.
Relying on the weird power of the Black Sword in his hands, the black robe was urgent by step, and the black shadow was still stubborn.
As the two sides were deadlocked, a figure scratched the sky like a meteor, and Lin Bingchun finally arrived.
"Finally!" When seeing Lin Bingchun's figure appeared, Chen Ze moved slightly.
"Lin Aiqing, quick decision." The emperor Da Gan saw Lin Bingchun's appearance, and his heart was slightly settled.
I saw Lin Bingchun's eyes cold and instantly locked the black robe.
"Xuantian Temple thief, today is your death." Lin Bingchun drank angrily, directly waved a powerful spiritual attack, and bombarded towards the black robe.
The black robe people felt Lin Bingchun's strong atmosphere.
"Hum, it's just right!" The black robe was angry, and the black sword in his hands was even more light.
The addition of Lin Bingchun has changed the situation instantly.
Black Shadow took the opportunity to adjust the state, and together with Lin Bingchun, to form a pinch of the black robe people.
However, as Chen Ze expected, Xuantian Temple was not willing to show weakness.
A elderly -level figure in Xuantian Temple suddenly appeared. He was wearing a gorgeous robe, and his eyes revealed endless majesty.
When Elder Xuan Tian Dian appeared, he raised his hand and sent a powerful spell to attack Lin Bingchun and Hei Ying.
"What about the god of war? You have to die today."
"Hehe, you can try it!"
Lin Bingchun and Hei Ying had to be distracted by the elders' attacks, and the battle fell into a state of stalemate.
On the battlefield, the spiritual power rolled like a tide.
Lin Bingchun stood side by side with Hei Ying, staring at the black robe and the elder Xuan Tian.
Lin Bingchun flickered, and his powerful spiritual power formed a protective barrier around him.
"Today, we must pay the price of Xuantian Temple." Lin Bingchun gritted his teeth.
He waved sharply, and a bright spiritual light was screwed towards the black robe.
The black robe people were not afraid, the black sword danced in their hands, and the sword shadow was like weaving, and the spiritual light was broken instantly.
"Just by you, do you want to stop me Xuantian Temple?"
"Xuantian Temple, your conspiracy will not succeed."
Black shadows are not outdone, and the figure flashes like ghosts. The magic weapon is full of light, and it continues to release a powerful spell attack.
Elder Xuantian Temple was stamped with both hands, and he thought of words in his mouth. The mysterious runes emerged in front of him and turned into a powerful defense barrier to resist the attack of the shadow.
You come and go, the battle is becoming more and more intense.
The collision of each spiritual power caused the roar of the earthquake, and the surrounding buildings collapsed under this powerful impact force and turned into ruins.
"Well, this imperial city is afraid of rebuilding." Chen Ze shook his head slightly, and it was a pity in his heart.
"Dead!" The black robe people suddenly sang, and the black sword broke out of a horrible dark atmosphere in his hand.
He flickered, rushing towards Lin Bingchun like lightning, and the black sword beheaded with the power of destruction.
Lin Bingchun's eyes condensed, his hands were quickly printed, and a golden light poured out of his body and turned into a huge shield.
The black sword collided with the shield, making a loud noise, and the powerful impact made Lin Bingchun and the black robe people back.
Hei Ying took the opportunity to launch an attack, and the magic weapon released a sharp light, shot towards Elder Xuantian.
The elder of Xuantian Temple dodged sideways, but was still hit by the light, and his sleeves were torn in an instant.
"Damn it!" The elder of Xuantian Temple glared and spit out blood.
He waved his hands, and the spiritual power around him gathered instantly, forming a huge spiritual power vortex.
The vortex exuded a strong suction force, trying to suck Lin Bingchun and the black shadow into it.
Lin Bingchun deserves the title of the Great God of War. With his joining, the two of Xuantian Temple are already a little overwhelmed and have to use their big moves.
Lin Bingchun and the black shadow struggled to resist the suction of the spiritual power vortex. They kept releasing spiritual power and tried to break the shackles of the vortex.
"The strength of this elder of Xuantian Temple should not be underestimated." Chen Ze said in his heart, "But Lin Bingchun should be able to deal with it."
However, the power of the spiritual power vortex was too strong, and Lin Bingchun and his efforts seemed a bit futile.
But as the Great God of War, how could Lin Bingchun be easily defeated?
His eyes revealed determination and resoluteness, and he kept muttering something, and the light on his body became more and more dazzling.
"Today, I must break your evil magic."
He stomped his feet suddenly, and a powerful force surged from his feet, spreading around like a surging wave.
This force counteracted the suction of the spiritual power vortex, which immediately reduced the pressure on Lin Bingchun and the black shadow.
Then, Lin Bingchun quickly formed seals with his hands, and mysterious runes appeared in front of him.
These runes flashed with golden light, as if they contained infinite power.
With his loud shout, the runes instantly merged together, turning into a huge golden light column, blasting towards the spiritual power vortex.
The golden light column collided with the spiritual power vortex, making a thunderous roar.
The powerful impact made the surrounding air seem to be distorted by the vibration.
