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Chapter eight hundred and seventieth I come

"Boom!!!"

The dazzling white sword light hit down like the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, and the golden light on Lu Junwei's body instantly dimmed a little.

"laugh!"

Although the steel knife in my hand was specially forged and extremely hard, it shattered instantly.

Three of the five fingers holding the knife were shaken.

"puff!"

A mouthful of old blood was spewed out of his mouth, and Lu Junwei's body fell from high altitude to the ground and beach, smashing a huge deep pit.

The sand and stones were flying, and it took a long time to calm down completely.

In the dust rolling, Lu Junwei was bleeding from his seven orifices, and his body emitted a faint golden light, standing in the sand pit.

But his body was trembling violently.

It seems to collapse at any time.

Seeing this scene, Jingxuan and Jinghui were stunned, and their minds were buzzing, as if they had no thoughts.

Ye Wenqing, who was shocked by the magical powers of Jiang Nanzhou's soul leaving his body, had no time to attack Chen Xiaodao, who was rolling on the ground with pain, was also stunned and stayed there, staring at this scene in a daze.

Too scary!

The soul leaves the body, a magical power method that cannot be fully recorded in ancient books. The practitioners in this world never dared to imagine what kind of magical power they were. However, today they are now in front of them. How could they not be shocked?

Lu Junwei, who had climbed all the way during the battle and entered the perfect state of the Golden Body Realm, cooperated with Lu Jiaheng's practice of kung fu, who had practiced to the extreme, was already considered a true immortal in the physical body. He was a monster who could not be killed, but was severely damaged by the sword of the soul. How could this scene not make people feel scared?

Cultivating the primordial spirit and killing people with magical powers is already a god on land.

"Hmph, you're not dead yet?" Jiang Nanzhou's huge soul body looked down at Lu Junwei, who was trembling but still standing in the sand pit, with a irritable tone and a hint of surprise.

With the power of his soul attack, it was so powerful, but he didn't expect that the other party could withstand it without death, which was indeed beyond his imagination.

But so what? Can you barely withstand one attack or the second attack?

What is a land god? It is above land, and I am respected.

Even in the upper realm, this young master's soul's combat power is already quite good, let alone in this weak lower realm?

Moreover, it is even more damn to force this young master to leave his body and consume his spiritual thoughts!

"I still... can withstand it!"

On the ground, Lu Xingzhou's body healed at an extremely fast speed, but he had just suffered a severe injury, and with the defense ability of his body, the seven orifices were bleeding from the shock, which shows the seriousness of his internal injuries.

But at this moment he no longer had fear of death.

Because even if he wants to escape, it is no longer possible. Instead of doing so, it is better to be tougher and die a little awesome.

Boss, I have tried my best, but it will be a waste of my life to die with you!

Lu Junwei looked up resolutely, with a determined look in his eyes.

Who in the world can survive?

Even if I go to the Hall of Hell, I will be the hero who dominates the hell!

"Do you still dare to speak stubbornly?" Jiang Nanzhou snorted coldly, and the soul body floating in the void suddenly glared at Lu Junwei, and his body suddenly sank.

The wind was blowing and silver sand was everywhere in the sky. Lu Junwei's body trembled suddenly and sank a lot.

"puff!"

Blood spewed out of his mouth and kept flowing.

The terrifying supreme pressure is so domineering. This is the real magical power!

Unfortunately, I never have the chance to enter this state in my life.

Lu Junwei thought in despair.

He is at the end of his strength, and being able to grit his teeth and stand to die is his last pride and stubbornness. It is impossible to bear the opponent's soul attack again.

"Um?"

Jiang Nanzhou, who was preparing to kill Lu Junwei in one fell swoop, suddenly frowned.

At the same time, Jingxuan, Jinghui and Lu Junwei, who was suffering from huge pain and terrifying pressure, also felt something and looked up in one direction.

"ah!"

A cry of pain that could break through the sky erupted from Chen Xiaodao's mouth rolling all over the ground.

His body suddenly stood up.

With the action of his standing up, a wave of heat surged into the sky.

"I'll do it!"

Chen Xiaodao opened his mouth and spitted out two words, his tone was calm and he had no momentum, but he also gave people an unquestionable confidence.

No, good luck comes.

Faced with the powerful combat power of Jiangnanzhou, Chen Xiaodao fought with the strongest realm. After only thirty moves, he was unable to achieve his strength. His body provided the second continuous combat power and supported more than thirty moves, but he still failed to defeat Jiangnanzhou.

This state of exhaustion of power in the body has never been seen since the physical body can continue to have a second force.

When the moment his power was exhausted, Chen Xiaodao felt an unprecedented huge pain spread throughout his body, causing him to faint on the spot.

Chen Xiaodao is not unfamiliar with this phenomenon in his body, but he is afraid that the damn pain is coming at a bad time.

The first time this pain occurred was when he lived with Sun Xiaoran after the serious injury. After the pain, his body began to mutate, and his physical strength was recovered very quickly, but he also had the ability to see through-eye.

The second pain was on the way to send Wang Shaofeng out. In the jungle, he found that his power could be extended twice. In other words, after the physical strength was exhausted, he would be resurrected with full blood without any gaps and return to his strongest state again.

Chen Xiaodao has always been at a loss for this strange change in his body. While worried that it would bring bad changes, he also hopes that it will change for the third or more times so that he can become stronger and special.

Now, the third great pain is coming.

But he was too bad.

This situation occurs in a battle with the enemy, isn’t it seeking death?

Who will wait until your pain becomes stronger before fighting you?

Chen Xiaodao's heart sank into the bottom of the valley. He wanted to use his consciousness to fight the enemy and delay time, but he was shocked to find that the pain this time was much more domineering than the previous two times. His consciousness was instantly swallowed by the huge pain. He only knew that he was like he was being sent to the eighteenth level of hell, endured the most terrifying cruel torture in the world.

This pain is the eighteen generations of reincarnation, as if thousands of years have passed.

When the pain gradually slowed down and his consciousness recovered, he felt like his whole body was burning like fire. The joints and acupoints in his body seemed to be burning, and his soul was burned to death.

He let out a tragic howling pain.

As the sound was vented, it seemed that the pain was less, and then he felt everything around him.

There is no need to look at it with your eyes. Within a radius of thousands of meters, everything is reflected in his mind.

Perception seems to become stronger and more clear.

The whole body was filled with the power that seemed to break the body and the dantian acupoints inside the body.

He looked up at the huge and burly soul body above the sky, which released the supreme pressure, and said calmly: "I'll do it."

Although he said it when he looked at the soul body, he actually said it to Lu Junwei.

Next, let me leave it!

Listening to the two plain words, Lu Junwei felt that this was the most beautiful Sanskrit sound in the world. The oppression on his body disappeared. He grinned, his legs trembled, and he sat directly on the ground, using his power to regulate his breathing.

"Kill him!"

Jiang Nanzhou looked at the figure who stood up again, and felt inexplicably palpitations and roared in a low voice to the shocked Ye Wenqing.

Ye Wenqing finally came to his senses. He was very close to Chen Xiaodao. He heard Jiang Nanzhou's roar, and his body flashed. He drew his sword and cut it towards Chen Xiaodao's neck.

After all, he was the Supreme Elder of the Overseas Martial Alliance. Ye Wenqing's move reached the pinnacle, and his strength and speed reached the strongest level he could reach.

Chen Xiaodao remained motionless, as if he had just woken up, and had not yet fully awakened.

The long sword was like a terrifying robe, and it was about to cut off Chen Xiaodao's neck.

Jingxuan and Jinghui had already exclaimed.

Ye Wenqing also breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly saw a sword light, his heart trembled, and deep fear appeared in his eyes.

"Puff!"

The sword light fell, and Ye Wenqing's body was divided into two from head to groin!
Chapter completed!
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