Chapter 3757

The crack extends thousands of feet, and countless purple gold lights are reflected from it.

The purple Chen, whose blood was flowing through her chest, stood in the air, and the long stick with purple and gold light in her hands had become dim again.

It turned into the ordinary long black stick, which looked very insignificant.

In front of him, dozens of feet away, Saint Lun stood still above the crack.

In his hand, the cloud and rain sword has been driven into the crack.

The whole city fell into silence in an instant.

No one knows what happened.

Did Saint Lun win?

Or did Zichen win?

Some people feel bad when they see that Saint Lun has no weapons in his hand, but they still have expectations in their hearts.

They are looking forward to the victory of Saint - Lun, or to say, the victory of Saint - Lun!

"Poof!"

In the air, Zichen coughs up blood, and his body begins to fall. He kneels on the ground directly, and the extraordinary long stick falls aside.

In the quiet city, cheers rang out.

Because Saint Lauren is still standing in the sky.

Zichen coughed a mouthful of blood again, and then slowly stood up. The cheering in the city stopped abruptly, and the whole city became quiet again.

"You lost."

Purple Chen gives voice to say, the voice is calm and take a few minutes indifferent.

"It's impossible!"

Saint Lun finally spoke, just when everyone felt that he had not fallen down, and there was hope of victory, there was a continuous bloodstain on his forehead, and his body fell from the sky into the huge crack.

His last breath of life, along with those words, dissipated.

Saint Lun is dead!

Zichen is still alive!

The victory or defeat of the war has been divided!

No more suspense, the city howls.

"It's impossible!"

From the mount shenghun, a voice of rage came from the holy radius, but no one heard it.

Ouli stood there without talking, just a smile on his face, but he could not hide it. At the same time, he was very proud.

Because he chose the right person,.

The purple Chen finally is right for the shock fighting technique.

"The young master has a good taste."

Wu Youde had no choice but to send out a sigh. The battle was full of twists and turns. Unexpectedly, Zichen won the victory in the end.

Even the first hundred Yunyu swords were defeated.

On the third floor of Shengbing mountain, Zichen walked forward and came to the edge of the crack. He looked down and looked down. He only saw the body of Saint Lun. The hundred soldiers' cloud and rain sword had disappeared. I don't know where to go.

He looked in the other direction, where there was a strange animal that had passed away in a flash and fled to the distance. It should be a pet of Saint Lun.

Go after the ghost of Zichen.

The battle is over and he is ready to move on to the next level.

At this time, I saw countless lights coming from all directions. It was a fierce breath from all the holy soul soldiers on the third floor of Shengbing mountain.

At the same time, they each emit a light.

These lights gather together, dense as raindrops, strong breath, but no intention to kill.

Zichen did not understand, and her expression became dignified.

See purple Chen hand only, black long stick take off hand and come out, fly toward the sky.

All the light goes towards the long black stick and is absorbed by it.

At the next moment, the spirit soldiers of this layer and the other two layers all worship and submit to the direction of the long black stick.

The force of the soul of soldiers between heaven and earth seems to be summoned to the long black stick in the air. A huge swallowing vortex appears around it.

The baptism pool, which had not been used before, is also transformed into a series of energy lights, leaving ribbons in the sky and the earth, coming to the long black stick and being absorbed by it.

The holy soldier mountain also began to shake, releasing an ancient and powerful atmosphere, thus announcing the birth of a new hundred soldiers.

Yes, after defeating Yunyu sword, Zichen's black long stick was recognized and replaced the position of Yunyu sword.

Although it was only the last weapon, it still attracted the vision of Shengbing mountain.

This vision lasted for a quarter of an hour. After all the energy disappeared, the long black stick fell from the sky and fell into Zichen's hands.

Its surface flashing light, lines re extinguished, become the original appearance, it seems that there is no great change.

But Zichen knew that it had become different. It was recognized by Shengbing mountain, and absorbed so much force of the soul of soldiers. Then, against the cloud and rain sword, it would win more easily.

And Zichen believes that after this battle, Yunyu sword dare not appear again.

Jingling's eyes took back and murmured: "I saw your potential last time, but it's a pity that the people who use you are too weak. This time, you have a good eye. You meet a master who is worthy of you. "The long stick can challenge the cloud and rain sword. Even if the master is weak, it is also very powerful. In the eyes of the world, it is definitely a magic weapon.

It's just a pity that after the death of the master of that generation, all the masters after it can't meet its requirements. Even if they get the black stick, they can't exert their own power. At best, they just regard it as a solid soul soldier.

Of course, the owners will never know, they never let the black stick really recognize the Lord.

At the end of the battle, Zichen continued to stay in this layer, which had no meaning.

He went to the next floor.

Everything went well.

Seeing that Zichen had successfully boarded the fourth floor, she shan brothers couldn't help it any longer and cheered loudly. This time he made money.

Their cheers were in sharp contrast to the wailing and swearing around them.

From time to time, some people cast envious and envious eyes at the two brothers.

When he came to Zichen on the fourth floor of Shengbing mountain, he first saw a baptism spirit pool. It didn't look big, but the spiritual power rippling in it was very abundant.

There was nothing in the pool, but beside it stood two people.

LAN Gu Meng and Shanya.

After entering the fourth floor, they did not immediately baptize their weapons, but waited here.

Because they believe that Zichen will be able to win, so deliberately wait here.

Of course, in case Zichen fails to win, then they will join hands here to kill Saint Lun, no matter what the price.

This is their plan!

After seeing purple Chen, two people immediately come forward, very happy.

Zichen unfolded her arms and hugged her two daughters one by one under the eyes of countless envy and jealousy.

In an instant, I don't know how many people gnash their teeth to Zichen, and they hate to take their place.

"Why are you still here?" Purple Chen asks a way.

"When you go with me." Blue solitary dream said: "we know you will come up."

Shanya said, "you'd better heal yourself first."

Before the first World War, Zichen also suffered from not light injury, at the moment the chest still has bloodstain overflow.

The reason why I came to the fourth floor immediately was obviously worried about other people fishing in troubled waters on the third floor.

But seeing them now, he was relieved.

After two hours, Zichen's injury has been better, he stood up and looked at the biggest chance ahead.

Next, it's time to harvest.

Stick and shield fly out and fly forward.

Shanya and LAN gumeng also took out their own holy soul soldiers.

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