Chapter 4343: Nuwa God

I saw Shang Yun lightly smashing the sword qi that had been cut from Zhou Zhong, and snorted coldly: "Do you have only this strength? That old man of white peony is really getting better and better. He actually died in yours. In hand!"

Shang Yun’s dark ability is a shadow attack, and his attack speed and method are extremely fierce. With the strength of the six-stage black belt, I don’t know how many seven-stage powers have been killed. The fourteenth place in Fengyun Spectrum.

Shang Yun's figure flees into the darkness, if he changes to an ordinary person, he will definitely not be able to detect it. It is very likely that Shang Yun will find the flaw and kill him.

But in the middle of the week, he knew how to use his spiritual consciousness, so Shang Yun had nowhere to hide in front of him.

The bone sword cut out several sword auras one after another, sealing Shang Yun's path to death!

Shang Yun had to reveal his figure, and said inconceivably: "How did you discover my figure!"

"There are more things you don't know. For example, today you will die in my hands!"

Zhou Zhong's body was suspended, Pangu bloodline covered the power of darkness in the body, and the sword body was trembling slightly.

Accumulating momentum, a sword energy that can cut through time, cut through the void, and slashed towards Shang Yun!

Although he was able to see through his concealment ability in the middle of the week, Shang Yun still did not pay attention to the middle of the week, thinking that the sword energy of the middle of the week was just a paper tiger, vulnerable!

He directly carried the dagger, and greeted him with that sword energy.

He has to crush the middle of the week in order to wash away the humiliation he had suffered in the middle of the week.

It's just that Shang Yun couldn't think of how the sword aura in the middle of the week was so overbearing, he directly cut off his dagger, which was the pinnacle magic weapon of the Profound Rank.

After all his life, he escaped the sword energy that seemed to be able to kill everything. After falling on the ground, Shang Yun panting heavily, still having lingering fears. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he might have died in the middle of the week. Under that sword.

I underestimated the enemy before, and now I have to pay attention to the middle of the week: "The old man Bai Peony died in your hands is not wronged, but if this is your trump card, your life will end today!"

Shang Yun took out the Mitsubishi thorn that he had previously won in the stone temple. He knew that the sword in the middle of the week was definitely not the strength that the Purple Belt Peak could have.

In the middle of the week, the strength must have been hidden. In Shang Yun's view, it should be around the fifth stage of the black belt. No wonder the old man with white peony can be killed.

This three-sided thorn is also a hidden weapon, which fits with its dark ability. With this ground-level magic weapon, even if he meets the powerhouse of the seventh peak of the black belt, Shang Yun is sure to be able to take it down.

It is naturally easy to deal with a black belt five-stage midweek, even if it is against the sky, it will definitely not be able to fight more than a few steps!

The previous sword broke the time, and the middle of the week had already got the bottom of this Shang Yun's true strength, and then only needed to solve it!

Han Li watched the battle between the two silently, especially when Shang Yun took out the earth-level magic weapon, she couldn't help but worry about the middle of the week.

If it were for her to die here in the middle of the week, she would never pass this hurdle in her heart.

Since hiding his figure had no effect on Zhou Zhong, Shang Yun gave it up and chose to crush Zhou Zhong with speed.

In mid-week, you can control your speed compared with mid-week. Isn't it overpowering to know that although mid-week can't skillfully use the techniques brought by outer space.

But the speed kung fu, which is an auxiliary type of kung fu, can be used freely in midweek.

Now there is confidence in the middle of the week, relying on the snow to search for plums, under the sage, in terms of speed, few people can surpass themselves.

Shang Yun relied on his speed advantage to make Zhou Zhong dare not rush to make a move. He was waiting for an opportunity. As long as there was a flaw in Zhou Zhong, it was his death date.

The two held on for a quarter of an hour. Suddenly Shang Yun saw a pause in the middle of the week, and the corners of his mouth formed a curve: "It's now!"

The three-sided thorn in his hand accurately stab toward Zhouzhong's life gate.

Shang Yun seemed to have seen Zhou Zhong's death on his own hands, and he couldn't help feeling very good.

What he never expected was that at the moment when the three-sided thorn touched the middle of the week, the body of the middle of the week was instantly disintegrated, and Shang Yun was panicked: "No, it turned out to be an afterimage!"

He couldn't imagine that the speed in the middle of the week was so terrifying, and the afterimages left behind were so invisible.

Holding tight, I only felt a cold behind my back, and the majestic dark power poured out subconsciously, causing my body to move away like a side.

But it was still a step too late. I saw that Ling Rui's incomparable sword energy had already been slashed in the middle of the week, and he cut off Shang Yun's arm abruptly, and the blood spilled on the spot.

After losing an arm, Shang Yun managed to regain his balance. Today, he no longer has the confidence that he had before. In his eyes, Zhou Zhong is like a demon.

I only feel a deep weakness. I think it’s only the big brother who is the opponent this week. This kid has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. If I knew this before, even if I took a few more courage, I would not be embarrassed to provoke me. Mid-week, but everything is too late!

He was not an opponent in midweek, and now he has lost an arm. He can think of what he will face.

Mid-week is naturally not so sentimental, facing a heinous person like Shang Yun, his idea is very simple, take advantage of your illness to kill you!

"No, you can't kill me. I'm an elite disciple of the Black Soul Sect. If you kill me, the Black Soul Emperor will never let you go..."

Shang Yun finally understood what fear was, and could only move out of the name of the Black Soul Sect, trying to make Zhou Zhong fearful.

"You have said before, as long as I kill you, in this secret realm, just find a reason, how can the Black Soul Emperor know that his disciple was killed by me!?"

Zhou Zhong asked back, he knew that this fashion cloud had no fighting spirit, and he wanted to torture his heart.

"The disciples of the Black Soul Sect have the unique aura of the Black Soul Sect. If you kill me, even if you flee thousands of miles, you will definitely be chased by the Black Soul Sect!"

Shang Yun is really scared. He is right. If he kills himself in the middle of the week, he will definitely have a breath, but Wanzhi's statement is a bit exaggerated, and he can only feel it when he is close to 100 meters around his body.

In the middle of the week, it is clear that there is no secret technique in this dark space that can be traced by thousands of miles with a trace of breath. Quan Dang Shangyun is scaring himself.

With the sword in his hand, he cleanly cut off Shang Yun's head. Shang Yun couldn't believe it until he died. He was a generation of arrogance, and his life ended up on such a small person in Zhou Zhong.

Even at the moment before he died, I began to regret that I shouldn't have come to participate in this big mystery of this shit. If I had listened to Jingtian's peace of mind practice, I was still a beautiful senior, how could I have fallen to the point where I am today.