Chapter 43 Kill Shanjian

The ghost lion saw that the stone man who was gradually approaching him was more than three times smaller than himself. The huge palm suddenly grabbed it, and the black claws suddenly pressed the stone man's head. The speed and explosive power were amazing.

After holding down the other party's disclosure, the other arm hit the stone man's head three times in a row. Although the latter's head had already turned into a hard rock, there was still a crack and gradually began to break. As the third punch fell, the stone head finally burst and the whole body fell weakly. Then, the stone man's body kept cracking, completely losing his appearance, and finally turned into a pool of gravel.

Wu Yan's death did not even leave a drop of blood. Mu Chen looked at the whole stone there. This was the horror of the death skill and got the corresponding power, but the price he could pay was life.

The ghost lion easily defeated Wu Yan and walked slowly to Mu Chen. His fist-sized eyes looked at Mu Chen, as if he were staring at the delicious food that was about to reach his mouth.

Shanjian, who had just been knocked down, also stood up at this time: "Haha, kid, no matter how fast you are, you have to wait to die in front of the ghost lion after transformation." Shan Jian had just been seriously injured by Mu Chen. Now when he saw the ghost lion moving its target to the latter, he naturally shouted loudly and waited to see Mu Chen's painful and struggling expression.

Mu Chen looked at Shan Jian on one side, with an evil smile on the corners of his mouth: "Don't worry, it's you who will die first." With that, Mu Chen slowly walked to the mountain and said, "Injure the lark, damn it!" While talking, you can hear the anger and murderous intention in Mu Chen's heart.

"Kid, think about yourself first." The ghost lion's palm condensed a terrible energy sphere and suddenly wanted Mu Chen to throw it away. A purple halo under the latter's feet effortlessly dodged the attack. The energy ball hit the wall of the hall and blew up a huge hole, which was very destructive.

Mu Chen ignored the ghost lion and still walked slowly towards the mountain. At this time, the latter's face also became ugly and couldn't help shouting, "Quick... Kill this damn kid."

The ghost lion laughed and suddenly rushed to Mu Chen. The latter did not even look back and still walked towards the mountain. The lark was about to come forward to stop it. Suddenly, a black whirlpool flew out of the back of Mu Chen's head. The whirlpool kept getting bigger and bigger, blocking in front of the ghost lion. A silver figure came out of the whirlpool, extremely sharp double He looked contemptuously at the ghost lion in front of him.

After the originally domineering ghost lion saw the silver figure, there was a trace of fear in his eyes that others could not detect, ** naked fear from the bottom of his heart.

"You are... Holy beast?" The ghost lion couldn't help sighing.

"Of course, aren't you the same?" The silver wolf replied casually, with cold and contempt in his tone.

The ghost lion said in a low voice, "I don't want to be your enemy. Don't get out of the way. You and I won't break the river."

The appearance of the silver wolf does give a lot of pressure to the ghost lion. The holy beasts can sense each other's level. The holy beast is divided into nine levels, while the silver wolf and the ghost lion are at the ninth level at the bottom, but each level is divided into the upper, middle and lower three levels, while the silver wolf is the ninth upper level, and the ghost lion is the ninth lower level.

The silver wolf lowered his voice without any ups and downs: "If you get out now, I won't kill you." There is no room for the other party in the tone. It is more appropriate to describe it as an order than a dialogue.

The ghost lion's tight face gradually trembled. Although he was a little afraid, the other party did not leave any face for himself. Naturally, as a holy beast, he would not swallow such popularity and bite his sharp teeth: "Since you are looking for death, I will fulfill you today!"

With that, countless fist shadows suddenly greeted the silver wolf. The power and speed of the boxing wind were extremely frightening. The silver wolf could only struggle to avoid it. In the face of several times higher than itself, the opponent's true qi and strength were so strong that there was nothing to do for a while, and it was completely at a disadvantage.

For the strength of the ghost lion, Shan Jian did not feel happy at all. Mu Chen's footsteps were gradually approaching, and the purple arrogance in his hand loomed, but the fury contained in it gradually increased. Shan Jian was full and stared at Mu Chen, who came like a death: "As soon as I fought, I knew that you were only fourth-class truth. Jing, don't think that the strength of Laofuqi and other Zhenjing will be afraid of you. Although he said this, his heartbeat was getting faster and faster. He knew that he was not the opponent of the young man opposite at all. Now the only thing he could do was to wait and wait for the ghost lion to defeat the silver wolf and then help himself.

As soon as Shan Jian finished speaking, Mu Chen's speed suddenly accelerated, and the pace under his feet became extremely strange. He arrived at a short distance in an instant. Seeing Mu Chen attacking him, Shan Jian protected his body with his left arm and suddenly punched his right fist.

The expected collision was not heard. Mu Chen quickly walked at a strange pace, avoid the attack, and flashed to the side of Shanjian. The latter quickly swept away. Mu Chen dodged again. Fighting head-on with the other party was not the result Mu Chen wanted. After all, the gap between the fourth-class real world and the seventh-class real world is still very large. If you fight hard, you won't have an advantage at all.

Mu Chen's vigorous pace traveled back and forth around the mountain. The latter attacked crazily, but every time it was a little close that even Mu Chen's body could not be touched.

And Mu Chen has never done anything. He is waiting for an opportunity that can be fatal. Finally, after the crazy attack was fruitless, Shan Jian gave up his defense and used both fists and feet. For a moment, the attack became more rapid.

The lark beside him saw this, but his heart beat faster, and several fingers kept crossing and rubbing # rubbing. Although he had never touched Mu Chen, this kind of avoidance was really too thrilling. If he were himself, he might not even be able to catch a move.

With the acceleration of Shanjian's attack, Mu Chen's dodging became difficult, and his cheeks were sweaty, but he also had a chance to fight back, because Shanjian had given up his defense.

Finally, under the increasingly crazy attack, Shanjian punched Mu Chen's left shoulder without waiting for excitement, but the latter smiled. Mu Chen punched the other party's neck fiercely, and there was no doubt about the strength of the heavy fist with purple light. Wipe it." A crisp voice came out, and Shan Jian fell apart, and the patriarch of the mountain people fell at Mu Chen's feet.

After killing the other party, Mu Chen's situation was not optimistic. The full attack of the seventh Zhenjing was absolutely not small. Mu Chen's left shoulder came with severe pain, and the corners of his mouth flowed red blood unwillingly. His right hand covered the injured position. Now his whole left shoulder was numb, and his left arm could not lift a trace of strength.

When the ghost lion saw Shan Jian being killed, he couldn't help humming coldly: "What a waste. He was killed by a ghost. Wait for me to avenge you."

Now the ghost lion is fighting, and the silver wolf has no power to fight back at all. It runs around to avoid it. In any case, the other party's attack power is too strong, and the strong power and terrible real gas reserves have long been far beyond the ordinary masters of the real world.

Mu Chen suppressed the pain on his shoulder and slowly walked to the battlefield on the side of the silver wolf. He clenched his teeth and tried his best to cover up his serious injury and whispered, "Xiao Yin, let me help you."

"Master, I'm enough to deal with this guy." Seeing that Mu Chen was not feeling well, the silver wolf quickly said, "You don't need to do this kind of garbage at all."

"Don't talk big, just ask that boy to come and help you, or you will die quickly." The ghost lion can't help laughing. Now he can be called the strongest master here. He has absolute confidence. Even if Mu Chen and Silver Wolf take action together, they are still not his opponents.

"Don't forget, I'm also a holy beast." The silver wolf ignored the words of the ghost lion and just said to himself.

The latter suddenly seemed to remember something, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes again: "Is it..."

"transmation is the symbol of the holy beast. When encountering a strong enemy, the holy beast will enhance its own strength through transformation. Naturally, I can do what you know." Silver Wolf's voice did not fluctuate, and his tone was full of authority and courage that made the other party invincible.

The silver wolf stood there and did not move, and could not see any changes from head to toe. Suddenly, the pure silver brown hair on its body fell off in pieces, and the speed was getting faster and faster. However, with the fall of these beautiful silver wolf hairs, he did not see the skin inside. The silver wolf's body grew rapidly with new beautiful hair. In the blink of an eye, the original silver body was completely gone, replaced by a pure white werewolf, which was extremely pure, without any impurities, and looked extremely noble and beautiful.

The silver wolf slowly raised his head and looked at the ghost lion several times taller than himself: "Well, now you can be killed by me without any regret.

The silver wolf said, stretching his body as if he had changed not only the pure silver, but his whole body.