Chapter 2402

The breath of half step sage is completely released, just like a whirlpool extending out, and the pressure is getting stronger and stronger.

A group of friars who were watching around, their faces changed greatly, and they stepped backward one after another.

The boy beside the old man was still unaffected. He took the old man's arm and let it go. He consciously walked towards the distance.

Obviously, he can't stay here for the next battle.

In the breath of this escape, a great part all locked the purple Chen, let the purple Chen feel the pressure is very big.

But this kind of pressure has not yet made him unable to move his body. Although the half step sage is also called the great saint, he is much weaker from the real saint.

Do not need to use the power of the king, Zichen can resist this kind of breath.

The dazzling golden light released from his body, and then forced to spread, making Zichen square within tens of meters, and no air pressure.

"Some meaning!" The old man sneered and stretched out his hand to pat the purple Chen in front of him.

On his palmprint, there is a torrent of the power of the king, in which there is a great power of the saints.

Although half step sage is not as good as the real sage, he can still mobilize a trace of great saint's power.

Although it is only a trace, it is better than too many kings.

These through palm and out of the energy, in front of the condensation into an energy palm print, toward Zichen and go. With the palmprint moving forward, the palm print is also constantly enlarging. When reaching Zichen, the palm print can cover Zichen's body.

In the face of this palm, Zichen's expression does not change. He clenches his fist with his right hand, and punches toward the front.

It was a powerful and powerful blow.

After seeing Zichen's fist, the old man sneered at him. This is the top blow of the holy king. How can a simple Saint resist it.

Around the other people back again, nervously staring at the field of indirect down the collision.

"Boom

The fists and palms collide, and a wave of energy visible to the naked eye spreads in all directions.

The monks who had retreated for a long time were caught up by the later energy fluctuation and flew back with their bodies.

Some buildings in the distance also began to shake under the wave, and then one or two shops couldn't support them and fell down, splashing with countless dust.

On the battlefield, the energy is rampant, Zichen's black robe swings.

The attack of banbu Dasheng has dissipated. He stands still and blocks the powerful attack.

Looking at the purple Chen with black hair flying, the old man's eyes narrowed slightly. It was very unexpected that the other party had blocked his attack perfectly.

After, purple Chen is to feel in front of one flower, old person is disappeared in place.

The next moment, the energy around him began to surge wildly, as if by a strong squeeze, became disordered.

The old man appeared in front of him, followed by a shining fist.

This is a powerful punch of the great sage of half step. The power it carries is very terrible. There is a piercing scream in the air. The space is constantly twisted and seems to be broken at any time.

In the face of such a blow, Zichen's expression changed slightly, and the golden light was shining. He also punched out.

"Peng!"

The two fists collide and the energy vibrates. However, this time, there is no ripple diffusion, and all the energy is in the state of introversion.

This kind of introversion, let its own demand to bear the strength is also greater.

As a result, Zichen began to retreat after this fist. With each step of his retreat, the ground under his feet would tremble for a while, and a powerful force would be introduced into the earth through his body.

In this way, he stepped back more than ten steps, which stabilized his body.

Looking at the front, the half step sage also stepped back five steps.

The accident in his eyes turned into surprise. In his old eyes, a chill flashed through his eyes, and his figure disappeared like a wisp of smoke.

This time the speed of the other side, faster than before, again to the purple Chen in front of.

But this attack is no longer a fist, but a finger, like a scabbard sword, points toward Zichen's eyebrows.

"Hum!"

Zichen's whole body, energy surging, black robe crazy dance, in the face of this blow, he did not choose to use fist, but with the palm of his hand to block in the position of the eyebrow.

Palm in front, palm back in the back, block in front of.

At the same time, on the palm of the hand, there is also a power that belongs to the holy king, and the power of the holy king is scattered.

The realm of Zichen is revealed at this moment!

Don't look at the old man only one finger attack, but it is the strongest among the three attacks, Zichen must pay attention to.

"Poof!"

The finger print moves forward like a sharp sword, which easily cuts open Zichen's holy King's defense, and then points to Zichen's palm. The skin of his palm was broken a little, and then a finger hole appeared in the center of his palm.The energy surged wildly, and the fury of the breath was scattered. After breaking open his hand, the old man felt that he had met the strongest material in the world and had a strong anti shock force.

"Peng!"

A vibration sound, his body shape retrogression, purple Chen stands in the original place to move not to move.

He took back his palm in front of him, then clenched it into a fist. In the middle of the fingers, there was blood escaping.

He stood in place, did not move, it is easy to block the old man's strongest third hit.

And after this blow, the old man seems to have paid a lot of price, looking older and older.

He again leaning on the crutches of his left hand, looked at Zichen with turbid eyes, nodded and said, "three moves have passed, you have won."

The boy with red lips and white teeth ran from the crowd and helped the old man again.

The old man didn't say anything more. He turned around slowly, bent his back and was ready to leave with the help of the boy.

Zichen looked at the old man's back and said, "what you lack is not a holy soldier, but an opportunity."

The old man stopped and looked back at Zichen.

Zichen continued: "even if you have Saint soldiers, you will not be good. What you need is an opportunity to become a great saint. If you are promoted to be a saint, I believe you will still have endless life. "

"The chance of the sage?" The old man smile, smile seems too bitter, "in this star road, there is such an opportunity?"

"Star Road, of course not, but I know there's a place." Zichen looked at the old man and said.

The old man's turbid eyes flashed a light, as if to see hope, and asked: "where is that place?"

Zichen laughed and said nothing.

The light in the old man's eyes disappeared. He looked at Zichen and said calmly, "what do I need to do?"

"Old man, follow me to the hall for a talk!" Zichen stretched out his hand to invite, and the palm heart that had been broken before, at the moment, had completely recovered.

The old man, who knew that there was a trace of holy power in his blow, was surprised to see that his pupils shrank behind the scenes and the recovery speed of the other side.

"Let's go." The old man didn't think much about it, so he followed Zichen.

As a half step sage, if he insists on going, who can stop him in this world?

Therefore, he does not worry that Zichen is scheming to harm him!

But soon, the old man found out how ridiculous his ideas were. Maybe the half step sage can cross the planetary path, but this scope definitely does not include the evil star.

When Zichen walked to the hall, it was very unexpected to find that there was a middle-aged man sitting there, drinking tea leisurely.

Leng Leng God, he asked in surprise: "master, how are you here?"

Later, the old man also found the middle-aged man. His pupils shrank, and his Qi flowed naturally. He stood still at the door, staring at the middle-aged man with vigilance.

The middle-aged man put down his tea cup and glanced at the old man without any change in his expression. Then he looked at Zichen and said, "Yin Zhong told us something, but he didn't know a lot about it, so I came here specially."

Then, he admires looking at Zichen and saying: "in a short period of time, you are very good to have such strength."

This is to point to just two sides to fight three moves, purple Chen block very relaxed, obviously at that time, he already came.

"What's the inside story?" Purple Chen asks a way, he is curious about this.

"It's about that place. Although the quota is unlimited, you can't give it in disorder!" The middle-aged man said that he naturally came from the land of Warsaw and turned into a human thunder beast.

"Why?" Purple Chen appears very puzzled.

"Because of who you are!" Thunder beast said, "we may be free to promise, but you can't. It's about a big thing. It's a rare opportunity. As for the real reason, you'll know by then. "

"Well, if we don't give the quota, it's very difficult for us to survive this war!" Purple Chen a face is embarrassed say.

"It's not to give, but to give as little as possible!" Thunder beast said.

When they were talking, they completely ignored the old man standing at the door. The latter and the boy stood there, like two pillars, motionless.

If you really want to see something from each other's face, it is the other party's wrinkled face, now it is full of cold sweat.

Thunder beast continued: "this scale needs you to grasp, but give as little as possible, especially those forces that are unfavorable to us."

Zichen nodded, hostile forces were not in his consideration.

But what makes him puzzled at the moment is, what is the relationship between his identity and the temple of thunder?

Is it a matter of chance?

But Yinzhong Dasheng clearly said that even the great sage would die completely in that place, and anyone who wanted to die could be put into it.

Thunder sage looked at Zichen and laughed. Then he picked up the teacup and drank the tea. When he put down the teacup, his figure had disappeared in the hall.Obviously, he's gone.

Zichen stood there, frowning and thinking.

A moment later, the old man's voice rang out, interrupted Zichen's thinking, "just that elder..."

"Yes, he is a great saint

Zichen nodded, then said: "don't go to tube him, we say chance this matter first."

If you can't think of it, you don't want to. As for the quota, he must give it, because the old man is strong enough and needs this opportunity.

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