Chapter 893

Shenwei watched Zhao Xin's change, and his powerful spirit spread out like substance,

The void around him began to tremble because of Zhao Xin's strength.

The breath of terror surged into his heart. The smile on Shenwei's face became more and more strong. The stronger the enemy was, the happier he was. It was only when the powerful enemy was killed that he felt it.

Zhao Xin clenched the poison spirit and swept across the sky. His spear suddenly appeared, glaring at the divine power.

"Be ready to accept Shura's anger." A low voice with bloodthirsty pleasure.

Zhao Xin's body suddenly flashed and disappeared without any sign.

Shenwei was shocked. Zhao Xin appeared behind him, and the poisonous spirit came.

"The speed is faster and the strength is stronger, but it's not enough!" Shenwei laughs, and the white sand around him gathers and flies wildly, forming a shield to defend the poison spirit.

Bang!

When the two collide, the poison spirit will disperse the white sand in an instant, and the long spear will not reduce the power of God.

Seeing that Zhao Xin easily broke through the white sand, Shenwei hit the poisonous spirit with one blow.

Bang!!!

A powerful shock, bang bang, even three steps back, each step can make the mountain tremble and the earth crack.

meanwhile.

Four sharp broken air sound roar spread, four spears have hit.

"Is this the power of Shura?" Shenwei's fists are numb, his arms tremble, and he looks at the four spears coming, and the whip legs sweep out, trying his best to get rid of the spears.

Gun awn deviated from the orbit, directly flattened the three mountains near Fufeng.

However, Shenwei was also shocked and retreated. The foot of the gun awn had been unable to move and was shaking all the time.

Before he could react, several spears flashed across his body.

Spear sharp cut his skin, cut his white armor, smashed his internal organs.

However, Shenwei is also a level 4 bully. It's not so easy to die. The wound will heal in the blink of an eye.

However, from the beginning when Zhao Xin was crushed to now when Shenwei was crushed, we can see the strength of Shura.

The two men's battle has already gone beyond the ancient realm. The only immortals present here are Quan Jingyuan and Yan Jun. no one dares to get involved except them, even if they find that long Yunxin is Shura.

They can't even bear the aftereffects of their martial arts, let alone enter the middle of the battlefield to encircle and kill Zhao Xin.

Before.

Zhao Xin was besieged by more than 3000 practitioners of the ancient realm. It was just less than the third level of fairyland, so he was not an opponent.

But now, even in the face of more than 3000 ancient practitioners, with the cooperation of Sanjin and Xiaobai, Zhao Xin is absolutely sure to kill them all.

"Hurt me?" Shenwei's eyes were congested, obviously angry, and the smile on his face disappeared for the first time.

Seeing this, the emperor of song was overjoyed: "that's it. Fight, fight, fight to death. Even I'm not sure I can live. Long Yunxin, you're dead."

The divine power roars to kill.

The fists are so fierce that they burst out in the air.

Zhao Xin's eyes tightened: "not only to hurt you, but also to kill you!"

At the same time, the Xuanqi of the heart gathers, the power gushes out, and the fist blows to Shenwei.

In a flash, the Dark Armor glowed with scarlet light, and red light appeared on Zhao Xin's palm.

Bang!!!

The fist and palm collided, and the strong wind directly tore the void around and flattened eight nearby mountains.

Only when the main peak is guarded by two stone statues with unknown strength can it be spared.

Baisha whirled and cut Zhao Xin's body madly, but he couldn't make any trace on the dark armor. This shows how terrible the armor made of Shura spirit is.

Shenwei roared, roared and stormed angrily. His fists smashed through Zhao Xin's layers of defense.

Zhao Xin from the previous retreat into a war!

Power is pouring, heaven and earth are wailing, and the earth is roaring.

Zhao Xin suddenly pulled out his foot, and instantly flew the divine power down to the ground, smashing through the mountain, directly flattening the auxiliary peak at his feet.

In the gravel, Shenwei got up slowly and took out a mouthful of blood.

For the first time in history, someone injured Shenwei, and it was still seriously injured!

Zhao Xin clenched Shenwei's fist and said coldly, "your fist contains ruthlessness. Why do you hate me?"

"Because of you, my parents, my life has turned into blood." Shenwei's eyes were full of blood and roared.

As a child, he was picked up by the king of Tibetans and thrown into the blood pool. The blood pool was clearly the place where Shura was born, but he went in. The blood pool was made of his parents' blood. From that day on, he didn't cry, he was laughing all the time.

All the time he was smiling, but the smile couldn't go away, because when he cried, the king of Tibet killed 30 million ghosts.

Because the progress of his cultivation was not as good as that of Shura, all his relatives were executed by the king of Tibet, and his soul was destroyed.

He was trained by the king of Tibetans when he was young. He didn't have his own feelings. He still felt that his only perception of being alive was the pleasure of killing a strong enemy.

He didn't blame the king because it was Shura's fault.

Without Shura, he would not have been trained to fight against Shura.

He's just a weapon, a weapon at the mercy of others.

Zhao Xin looked at Shenwei's eyes, which were full of hate, strong enough to make people chilly hate.

"Fight me, and be distracted?"

"I'm the weapon I've been trained to deal with Shura."

"Die Shenwei roared, and the white sand all over him suddenly melted into his body.

The white sand gathered on the fist, and the violent power was enough to destroy the whole martial arts Seminary.

The power of fighting to death surprised everyone.

The emperor of song is also ready to fight. If Shenwei can't kill Zhao Xin, he will mend the sword.

Shenwei blows again.

Every inch of the fist's advance, an inch of space splits, and the space black hole begins to spread. The fierce and invincible force shatters all the hairy blood tubes on the surface of Zhao Xin's skin, and the blood rushes in. In a moment, Zhao Xin becomes a blood man.

The fist inch by inch approaches Zhao Xin.

There is no way to avoid it.

"Hate, can only muddle your eyes, let me wake you up!"

Zhao Xin clenched his teeth and cheered, not to be outdone, but also with one punch.

A simple punch, without flashy momentum, just instantly drained all the mysterious spirit in Zhao Xin's body.

Two fists press the space closer and closer.

This scene.

In the eyes of everyone, I watched nervously.

Some people even yelled at Yan Jun: "Lord Yan, now is a good time to kill Shura!"

But Yan Jun cheered coldly: "if you want to go to the former, you can't help yourself. This is the rule."

"What rules are more important than killing Shura?"

"God."

"My God? What the hell are you talking about? "

Although some people suggested it, no one dared to stand out.

Seeing Shenwei and Zhao Xin's fists collide, the emperor of song made a move.

A sword of void ran through Zhao Xin's heart in an instant. In an instant, his strength began to dissipate like a frustrated ball.

At the same time, Sanjin and Xiaobai were shocked and flew out to fight against the emperor of Song Dynasty.

Seeing that the power was about to dissipate, Zhao Xin clenched his teeth, and the poisonous spirit plunged into his heart, constantly replenishing energy. The role of the heart of the saint became weaker and weaker, and the power of Shura began to devour his cells.

But the power that has gone has come together again.

Bang

Fist to fist.

The earth shakes and the mountains shake, and the destructive power spreads to the whole mountain range in an instant. The scene of the two men fighting is shocking.