"Whew."

The sword light flies out again. The people in the main god space are people with strange means. Naturally, Chen Xiaoming will not keep his hand.

The same sword light flew away again, and several people around the middle-aged man were not in a hurry.

The young man who had spoken before was burning with flames in his eyes, with a flame rising in his hand and a long red stick in his hand.

"Well come, let me fight Chiyuan with you!"

The young man went up with a stick, and the flame in his body burned and wrapped himself up like a fireman.

"Bang!"

The long flame stick hit the sword directly, and the majestic power burst from the sword. Thousands of swords instantly shot on the flame with the power of mountains and rivers.

Just a young man named Chiyuan flew backwards, his blood gushed out, and countless wounds were opened by the sword.

"Oh, stupid!"

The middle-aged man who had been collecting information shook his head and sighed. He glanced at the seriously injured young man, but he was not ready to save him.

God space, complete the task and survive is the main thing.

What's more, the other party is a newcomer to this task. Don't worry about him.

"However, thanks to your delay, I have finished collecting information."

Pushing his glasses, the middle-aged man said indifferently.

"Don't worry, I'll avenge you if you die!"

"Bah, I won't die!"

In the distance, the young man who was seriously injured got up again, and his scarred body was shot by the sword. At the moment, a drop of blood was flowing.

"No one can kill me!"

The young man roared loudly. The flowing blood burned instantly and turned into a raging flame.

The body that was seriously injured has recovered quickly now. The breath of the whole body is even higher than before!

"Eh, interesting body!"

The middle-aged man's eyes twinkled and looked at the young man's body with a dangerous look.

"In this way, the plan is much more convenient, and he will give it to you."

"Fart your size. It's a plan. I don't care about your plan."

He scolded the middle-aged man. The latter's eyes were his most unpleasant eyes. In ordinary times, he would start to blow up this unpleasant four eyed boy.

But now, he has more important things to do.

Nothing is more exciting than a bloody battle.

"Now, let's start over."

His right hand stretched out, the flame gathered again, and the red flame stick appeared again. Chiyuan was crazy and excited in his eyes. He rushed up directly at his feet.

Chen Xiaoming frowned and looked at Chiyuan rushing over. His figure moved under his feet and dodged directly.

Staring at Chiyuan, who was constantly attacking and gaining momentum, Chen Xiaoming had to take it seriously.

"What a madman!"

Looking at Chiyuan who fought with Chen Xiaoming, the middle-aged man licked his lips. What he liked most was this madman.

"Well, let's start, too. It's over early."

By pressing the button on the eye, countless combat information was instantly transmitted to everyone's mind under the spiritual link of a woman in the team.

For a moment, the remaining six people acted directly and launched an offensive against Lao Jun and others.

"Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom..."

In the chaotic void, a terrible energy fluctuation broke out everywhere. Lao Jun and middle-aged men fought thoroughly. The chaotic void outside the whole Sansheng III became a forbidden area of life and death.

"Whew, whew, whew."

Chen Xiaoming cut out his swords and stabbed them into Chiyuan's body. Although they hurt each other every time, the other party can recover instantly every time, and his power soared again.

Originally, Chen Xiaoming kept pressing each other to fight, but when they fought, they were equal and stuck together.

Chen Xiaoming is very oppressed. His attacks can obviously attack the other party, but the other party is not hurt, and the more he plays, the stronger he is.

"Ha ha ha, have fun!"

Chiyuan waved a stick again and scattered Chen Xiaoming's sword light. He couldn't help laughing.

It's really fun to fight like this.

He was happy, but Chen Xiaoming was not happy. When he heard the speech, his face coagulated, his feet a little, and he pulled away slightly.

The whole body is full of breath, the majestic spiritual power is gathered, and the spiritual light blooms on the right fist.

"There is no me in this world!"

With one punch, a unique breath twined. The shadow of the punch was hidden under the chaotic air flow and went straight to Chiyuan.

"Come on, pick me up!"

Chiyuan's whole body is full of flames. When the long red stick is waved, thousands of flames condense, one stick is hit, and the chaotic air flow retreats.

"Bang!"

The long flame stick and fist shadow collide with each other. The fist shadow rushes in an instant, turns into energy collapse and disappears into chaotic air flow.

Chiyuan was happy, but he saw a little spiritual force coming along the long flame stick. He was unprepared, and Yuanshen was hit in an instant.

The body swayed, the original turbulent flame was slightly stagnant, and the soaring breath stagnated and regressed for a few minutes.

He looked stunned for half a minute. Chiyuan returned to his senses. He retreated a little under his feet.

"Damn it, how did he find out?"

Chiyuan scolded angrily in his heart, and the flame in his eyes flickered and jumped. He kept pressing, getting hurt and recovering, just to give Chen Xiaoming an illusion.

He can't kill, and the more hurt he is, the more powerful he is.

Even before the Han Han and blood, but also he pretended, just to deceive.

For a long time, he has not missed, and no one has seen his flaws.

But today, someone found a weakness, which Chek Yuen did not expect.

"Eh, why don't you just continue?"

Chen Xiaoming said coldly, and his voice was like quiet. Chiyuan's look suddenly changed. The flame all over him burned again, and he hit a stick to force Chen Xiaoming back.

"Ha ha, good to come. It's time to show real technology."

Facing the open flame long stick, Chen Xiaoming glanced at the corners of his mouth as if he hadn't seen it. He directly rallied his spirit again and punched.

"Boom!" "boom!"

One punch and one stick hit both of them almost at the same time. Chiyuan was hit by one punch, and his mental power broke out. He only felt buzzing in his mind.

Memory is a mess, but instinctively retreats to the distance.

It was not until a long time later that he regained his mind. Looking at Chen Xiaoming on the other side, he smiled.

He knows best how powerful his blow is. Chen Xiaoming, who took his stick, must be seriously injured at the moment.

And he was only frustrated by the yuan God, and the opportunity to turn over was in front of him.

But when he looked up, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

There is no chance of serious injury or turnover.

He saw Chen Xiaoming standing there calmly, looking at himself thoughtfully and laughing.

"Sao Nian, have you ever felt despair!"