Chapter 437: Blood suppression
When I heard Wang Chen’s words, the scene became solid.
Especially, Fujii, the face brush became a bit green.
He couldn’t think of it. Wang Chen was able to defeat Bai Qing and Xuan Ling so easily, and it was so easy, this is enough shock.
As a result, who thought that after Wang Chen defeated these two people, he would find him trouble.
After thinking about the strength of Wang Chen before, at this moment, Teng Rui’s face became iron.
If, before, before Wang Chen did not shoot, he took a disdainful attitude toward Wang Chen and thought that it would be easier to defeat Wang Chen’s words. The phenomenon is...
He just didn't have a little bit of control.
Before, Wang Chen’s shot was too fast, too strong, and even a reaction.
It is impossible to judge the specific strength of Wang Chen from the confrontation between these two moves.
The only certainty is that Wang Chen will never be weaker than him.
He can also clearly feel the murder of Wang Chen.
If yes, really fight...
Not only is Teng Rui's face constantly changing, but at this moment, the rest of the people's faces are changing.
Either Bai Qing, Xuan Ling, or Liu Qinglong.
They all felt the murder of Wang Chen.
Under such a murder, if it is a fight, Fujii will be sure to die.
Obviously, after seeing the means of Wang Chen, they don’t think that Teng Rui can be Wang Chen’s opponent. With Wang Chen’s current murder, Teng Rui is dangerous.
He can dare to accept the challenge.
If it is a challenge, it will definitely die. If it does not accept the challenge, it will mean that it will fall. When it is time, let alone he still has no face in front of Wang Chen.
Even if he does not appear in front of Wang Chen, then how is his reputation completely ruined, and even with the Fuji family must be scorned by the rest of the family.
The result is that Fujii can't afford it.
So, for a time, Teng Rui fell into the dilemma.
"Hey, fight."
Seeing the change of Teng Rui's look, Wang Chen was the first time to sing coldly and plundered toward Teng Rui.
When everyone wants to see Teng Rui’s position and see that he can dare to fight, Wang Chen is already, and he has shot.
This time, it is equal to the army of Teng Rui, so that he did not have any retreat.
This trick is absolutely embarrassing.
Looking at Wang Chen’s attack, everyone’s face, it’s changing again.
Especially Fujii, his face turned gray in a flash.
"War."
The next moment, after his face changed, he shouted loudly.
Since Wang Chen has already shot, he has no retreat. He is now too late to retreat.
He won't let Wang Chen be so bullied.
Thinking of this, with a trace of anger, he chose to fight.
The body shape flashed, and Teng Rui shouted.
Behind him, at this moment, a huge and infinite virtual shadow of the snake snakes vacated, spit the core, with a cold breath, heading toward Wang Chen.
"嘶嘶..."
The hoarse voice is creepy.
"Golden Snake Wrap."
Under the anger, he directly displayed the inheritance martial arts of the Fuji family: the golden snake entangled.
In an instant, a huge golden snake flew toward Wang Chen and wanted to tie Wang Chen.
"The light of rice grain, dare to compete with Haoyue, give me a break."
Looking at the golden snake that plunged, Wang Chen’s mouth showed a sneer of disdain.
Stretching and tearing, Wang Chen used the most direct method and tore away without any politeness.
Tear off...
A dull tear came.
In a flash, the golden snake was twisted in Wang Chen’s hands and struggled to be torn into pieces.
No resistance at all.
In terms of Wang Chen’s space tearing, how powerful is that, even the space can be torn.
Not to mention the little golden snake.
Even if it is the majesty of the blood of the snake, what is it, it can be easily torn.
Fighting...
Along with the golden snake being torn, suddenly, Teng Rui squirted a blood, and his face was pale and retreated.
"Hey, blood pressure."
After repelling Teng Rui, Wang Chen did not stop, this is just the beginning.
The corner of his mouth showed a sneer, watching Teng Rui, Wang Chen blinked his eyes again.
Blood pressure.
This is the ability of Wang Chen to enter the king's blood level, the new powerful ability, is not a martial art, this is a **** ability.
The blood of the king is already the blood of the true God.
Under this blood, there is supreme majesty, and he can easily suppress it in the face of all the blood of Tian Xuan.
Just, before, Wang Chen did not actually fight.
Now, he is the first to show.
Blood suppression.
With this move.
Wang Chen didn't have any further moves, just coldly looking at the pale-faced Fujiwara.
A supreme breath sprang.
This breath, at this moment, is extremely incomparable, this breath, shaking the world at this moment, this breath, at this moment is even more earth-shattering.
Under this breath, the elements within the fifth layer of the entire purgatory seem to be worshipping in this direction.
Under this breath, people who don’t know how many creatures began to worship in this direction.
Under this breath, for a moment, everyone in the presence, his face changed dramatically in an instant.
Because, at this moment, everyone feels the horrible atmosphere.
Of course, if they are just ordinary and powerful, they will not let their faces change so much, because they can tolerate such an imposing manner.
Now, the reason why their faces are so ugly, of course, is because... this momentum is different, because this momentum, at this moment, is actually pulling the blood in their bodies boiling and rolling.
Under this momentum, everyone only feels that breathing is difficult. Their hearts, as if at this moment, are crushed by a heavy stone, and each of their cells is starting to struggle. In the depths of the soul, I don’t know why, there is a feeling of trembling.
It’s from the depths of the blood, from the depths of the soul, it’s a feeling of instinct, which is hard to resist.
So, they will change their face and change like this.
It is precisely because of this that they will not be so calm.
"Is it..."
"Oh my God, this momentum, is it... Is it Wang Chen?"
The next moment, as if to realize what is common, everyone is sucking up a cold breath, and his face becomes more ugly.
They seem to guess what is going on.
If it’s such a flower...that...
Think of that possibility, everyone is not calm.
Of course, on the court, perhaps only one person has a different expression.
He was excited after the sudden, it was a kind of fanaticism, this man is a trench.
After realizing the possibility of this happening, the expression of the trenches was instantly heated up, and he looked at Wang Chen’s eyes as a complete i change.
If you say that before his acceptance of Wang Chen, it is only because Wang Chen is pregnant with blood and the blood of his body. His trust in Wang Chen is the kind of inheritance from the depths of the soul. Then, this moment It is totally different.
At this moment, his trust in Wang Chen does not require any instinctive support, but from the heart, convinced.
At this moment, the trenches clearly felt the spurt of blood. He even had an impulse to scream in the sky. There was an impulse to rush to Wang Chen’s side and fight with him. It was from the depths of the blood. Feeling that no one is more intense than he is,
Because, his blood is from the blood of the Shenwu blood produced after the washing of the beads of the gods, so the resonance between him and the blood of the gods is more obvious.
When the face of the trenches and other people changed greatly, as the party, as the primary goal of Wang Chen, Fujii, his face is already without a trace of blood, pale.
The sweat of the bean, at this moment, began to flow down his forehead.
Calling...
He can even hear his breathing clearly and feel that every breath is so difficult.
Although Wang Chen did not do it, but relying on this momentum alone, Fujii became a feeling that he could not even act at first.
Under this momentum, as a party, his blood seems to have been solidified. He feels that there is an invisible hand, and this moment slammed his throat and let He is very uncomfortable.
His heart, there is no trace of resistance,
"How...how is it possible..."
After suffocating his strength, he looked at Wang Chen and said incredibly that every word is so difficult.
"哼..."
In the face of Fujiwara's sorrow, Wang Chen was just sneer.
At this moment, Wang Chen’s expression is very easy.
The blood of the king's class, is this the power of the king's blood? Is this the ability of the king's blood to display the **** suppression? It is really powerful.
Wang Chen believes that the blood level of the emperor's blood can suppress the dead directly, because this momentum is too horrible, the king can control people, not to mention the emperor, the dead must be of.
This is the power of the true **** blood. It is no wonder that the original Shenwu blood family could be in the antiquity of the strong, such as Lin, and firmly held the first family in the Middle Ages. No one can shake their position.
"Oh, is it unexpected? Since you have already forsaken your original promise, since you have already forsaken the original insistence, then you will start from you, start from your vine family, and start from your body to recover the blood of the original god. The glory of the glory of the original blood of the gods, the legend of the true God."
Looking at Fujiwara with sneer, Wang Chen said unhurriedly.
However, in every sentence he did not hesitate, the murder contained in it was the horror to the extreme.
"No...no...no..."
Feeling Wang Chen’s murderousness, knowing that Wang Chen was going to smash his hand, and Teng Rui began to panic, and the sweat of the bean began to pervade, and he pleaded with enthusiasm.
He doesn't want to die.
Because he knows that Wang Chen is really a killer at this moment, he is really chilling.
But, this time I only know that I am afraid... Is it too late?
After taking the wrong step, there is no turning back.
There was no concern about the desperate cry of Fujii, and Wang Chen reached out and screamed at the vine.
The sickle of death is finally arguing with Fujiwara.
At this moment, Wang Chen is a **** of death, he is sentenced instead of death.
