Chapter 862

"Whew..."

The sound of breaking the air roared, and a dark shadow came out from the side.

The power of the mighty oppresses the people.

At this moment, people also saw the appearance of the God of setting sun. His body was covered with armor in the same color as the setting sun. A bright sun rose in the middle of his brow.

The light red long knife in his hand broke through the air.

It's not aimed at other people. It's really Zhan yunqi!

Zhan yunqi was so flustered that he wanted to run away, but the opponent's speed was so fast that only his brain could react and his body could not make any action.

"The president!"

Exclaimed the strong men of the trade union of several refiners.

Sunset God's long sword vibrates violently, and an unstoppable power bursts out.

Poof!

The next moment, a thread of blood is thrown in the air.

Zhan yunqi was shocked.

Everyone was shocked.

A figure with open arms stood in front of the cloud of war.

Zhao Xin's chest was torn open with a long knife, and blood splashed everywhere.

"Master..." Zhan yunqi was stunned.

Everyone was surprised that Zhao Xin was able to resist the attack of the strong Taoist!

He is just a monk on the third floor of fairyland!

Only a few people know the news of Zhao Xin's breakthrough, and they all think that Zhao Xin has been staying at the level when he entered the fantasy fairy land.

Zhao Xin's mouth gushed blood, but he didn't seem to feel the pain. Looking back at Zhan yunqi, he grinned and said, "be careful."

Sunset God stepped back a few steps, looking at the man blocking his long knife, frowning slightly.

"Who are you?"

The second level overlord began to work, and the ferocious wound began to heal.

Zhao Xin turned his head and looked coldly at sunset.

"I am Shura, don't you want to fight with me?"

Zhao Xin slowly called out the poisonous spirit, and his eyes were as cold as bloodthirsty.

The God of setting sun was shocked, and then he burst into laughter: "ha ha... It's extremely ridiculous. How can you be my opponent in the fourth floor of fairyland? If you are predestined with fairies, I will break your limbs and not take your life today."

Chiguoguo's disregard and disdain.

Ironic laughter pricked Zhao Xin's ears like a needle.

"Click ~"

With the sound of bones, Zhao Xin's eyes flashed, and his body burst out.

"Do Shura want to die?"

"The opponent is a strong one in the Dao realm, but he doesn't escape the anti war?"

"Is he out of his mind?"

People were shocked and puzzled. It's not such a way to seek death.

If they offend the sunset God, they are not his opponents.

There was only anger in Zhao Xin's eyes.

Because, the God of the setting sun injured Sanjin and Xiaobai!

It's OK to move him, but it's not allowed to move his brother.

"Ah..."

Zhao Xin roared and the poisonous spirit roared and hummed. His body burst out and chopped away. The gorgeous spear awn, the fierce intention of the spear, and the rolling Spirit fell down like a torrent.

It's all guns!

The momentum is magnificent and rainbow like, which runs through nine days.

The earth crumbles, the trees blow down, the noise rises and roars.

"Qi pulls out the mountain, strength is superior to the world, poison spirit stabs!"

"Hum!"

Zhao Xin forced to break through in the face of the ferocious gas of the sword, and the gun shot up into the sky. In an instant, it enveloped the God of sunset and fell on him crazily.

However.

Sunset God did not care, let the gun down on his body.

There were sparks on the light red armor, and even a trace could not be left.

Sunset God disdained sneer: "too weak, really poor weak."

Hum!

instant.

The sun set.

The long sword shakes away the poisonous spirit and cuts it in a dive. The light of the sword is dazzling. The light red awn of the sword is oppressed like the setting sun.

Bang!

Zhao Xin was killed with a long knife.

The next moment.

Zhao Xin's body fell to the ground, the earth was broken and cracked, and there was a lot of noise.

This blow shook the earth and knocked down a large area of forest. The strong wind, like a blade of wind, scratched many practitioners, causing them to retreat and leave the fierce battle circle.

It's a stunning blow.

Sunset's attack was unmatched. It not only killed all the spears, but also blasted Zhao Xin to the ground again.

"Master!"

Zhan yunqi was so surprised that he was eager to help, but he knew that he was just helping.

"Dean Quan, Mr. Luo Tian, do something about it." Zhan yunqi nervously sends a message to Quan Jingyuan and Pangu Luotian for help.

But what can Quan Jingyuan and Pangu Luotian do?

It's not just standing in the same place and looking at it. The opponent is the one who is strong and can't fight.

"Master... You must hold on."

Seeing that Quan Jingyuan and Pangu Luotian didn't move, even the monks in Nantong Temple didn't respond. Zhan yunqi prayed silently in his heart.

The sunset God looked at the figure in the crowd with disdainful eyes and hummed coldly: "poor weak, next knife, take your right arm!"

Hum!

With a wave of the long sword, the buzzing suddenly appears, tearing the space, and rushing out of the noisy world.

All of a sudden.

With a clang sound of sword collision, the body of the God of sunset flies out of the crowd.

meanwhile.

The strong wind diffused and scattered the noise. Zhao Xin stood in the gravel pit with poison spirit in his hand, and his blood ran down his cheek.

He should have fallen, but he stood there straight.

The setting sun god flashed a little surprise in his eyes and said: "if the second level overlord cuts off his limbs, he can be reborn. Won't he be relieved if he falls down?"

"Cut."

Zhao Xin spat out a mouthful of blood, and a wanton sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "it doesn't matter if he falls down, isn't it good to stand up again?"

The voice is not big, but it is like a heavy hammer hitting on people's minds.

This is when the self-confidence and arrogance!

Fall down and stand up again.

This is the road that belongs to Shura.

Simple, but not ordinary people can do it.

As the voice fell, the sun god's eyes tightened, and his strong sense of killing poured out.

Quan Jingyuan and Pangu Luotian frown tightly and gaze at the God of sunset. Quan Jingyuan is an absolute master on the scene, and Pangu Luotian is also a talent that can not be underestimated. There is no doubt that they have strong strength, but they can see Zhao Xin's fight.

They think they are missing something. What they lack is that kind of determination and madness, that kind of self-confidence and wildness, that kind of special things like Zhao Xin.

Zhao Xin set foot on the ground, and the poison spirit showed a weak brilliance. His power was soaring. His clothes and long hair came up without wind. His hunting was loud, and his long hair was like a madman.

Under the helmet of sunset God, his brow was locked and he pulled out his sword again. Zhao Xin's words really stirred his mind.

However, it was not enough to extinguish his anger.

The long sword has a strong light red awn. As soon as it shakes, it points at Zhao Xin.

"Down and up? Then I will never let you stand up! "

The setting sun god suddenly drinks, the space is broken, the figure disappears instantly, and turns into a streamer to kill Zhao Xin.

The long sword came to me like a huge mountain, and it fell down with a roar.

Zhao Xin did not dodge, holding independence tightly in his hand, as if it had become one with him, without any fancy moves. There was a realm where there was no move but it was better than there was a move.