Chapter 142 If the knife is not broken, it will not be unyielding

Shadow ruthlessly said that Xia Jun almost forgot that his blade warrior was also a divine envoy. Although some of them were not worthy of the name, and the god of killing had fallen, in the end, he was still a member of the envoy.

And kill the divine messenger, but he can burst out his talent skills. Xia Jun's eyes immediately lit up. What he lacks most now is skills!

A Can Yuezhan has become more and more unable to keep up with the speed of his strength.

"I hope to kill you and burst out a good skill!"

Xia Jun's body was so belligerent, holding a knife in both hands, and quickly rushed to the shadow ruthlessly. He did not use skills, because the attack skills he currently mastered were just a joke in front of the gods.

In this case, it's better to rush directly to the melee and kill the opponent with the advantage of strong basic attack power.

"Sure enough, it's an ant. I guess I don't even know what the divine messenger is. What a fearless ignorant person!" A group of film clans sneered when they saw Xia Jun rushing.

The shadow was ruthless and his eyes were cold. He looked up, and a terrible dark light wave roared out.

"Break!"

Xia Jun held the tiger sword with both hands and chopped towards the light wave from top to bottom. The light wave was immediately cut in half and dissipated in the air.

But at this time, the ruthless figure suddenly rushed to Xia Jun. The speed was too fast. Almost in the blink of an eye, Xia Jun felt that there was one more person in front of him.

"Death!" The shadow looked ruthless and indifferent. Even if his strength was suppressed, his speed was still like a ghost. He quickly rushed to Xia Jun, and his fists were smashed down fiercely with black light.

Block!

Xia Jun hurriedly used the tiger sword to block it, but felt an incomparable force coming. His body immediately flew backwards. Fortunately, at the critical moment, eight long legs suddenly stretched out behind him and shook to help him stabilize his body.

"It's Xiaohei, hiding behind me and helping me at this time!" Xia Jun's face turned slightly red, and he was punched ruthlessly by the shadow. He felt that the blood in his body was churning.

If it hadn't been for Xiaohei's action at the critical moment and stabilized him, he might have fallen to the ground and made a fool of himself.

"Ant, you have a lot of means, but in front of me, you can only lie down! Death, dark light wave!"

Boom!

Shadow ruthlessly punched again, and at the same time, his footsteps moved continuously, closely following the skill and waiting for the opportunity to approach.

"Receed!"

Xia Jun passed on a simple idea, letting Xiaohei withdraw his long legs, and then cut out a bright knife to break the light wave in front of him.

At the point of his strength, ordinary skills can no longer cause harm to him. Unless Shadow ruthlessly uses nine-level skills, he will not care at all.

Shadow ruthlessly also knows this, but his strength is suppressed, and the nine-level skills cannot be exerted at all. He can only use the basic attack power to attack.

Just as Xia Jun broke through the skill light wave, he flashed his black fist and hit Xia Jun's face again.

"Do you still want to come? The same move is useless to me!" While cutting through the light wave, the knife in Xia Jun's hand did not stop. He rotated and quickly retreated to the front, facing the ruthless fist of the shadow, offsetting the blow.

The violent power made the two retreat at the same time. Although the shadow is ruthlessly high and strong, when the strength is suppressed, Xia Jun can't help it.

"Come again! If you have any skills, use them all!" After blocking two consecutive attacks, Xia Jun found that the shadow was ruthless.

At least on the earth, these shadows can't do anything about themselves. He stepped on the ground, catched the reaction force, increased its starting speed, and rushed to the shadow ruthlessly again, brushing with a knife.

I have to say that Xia Jun's grasp of form is very good. When he attacked, he happened to retreat ruthlessly and could not effectively defend. When he saw Xia Jun's knife, he only had time to release a dark light wave.

"Cut!"

Xia Jun sneered, and the blade was more brilliant. The eight-level dark light wave was easily defeated by him! He stepped on one another, waved his sword, and still approached the shadow ruthlessly.

"Ant! You pissed me off!"

Although the dark light wave was defeated, taking advantage of this time, Ying Wuqing still relied on the advantage of speed and retreated to a safe distance, but even so, it still made him feel humiliated!

He, the divine envoy, was unexpectedly forced back by an ant in full view of the public!

"Ah, go to hell! I want to eat your soul! The black snake grabs the soul!" The shadow roared ruthlessly, and a thick black smoke suddenly floated out of his mouth. The black smoke changed in the wind and turned into a gloomy and horrible dark monster. Its eyes were cold, opened its mouth and biting Xia Jun.

The nearby shadow clan was surprised again and said in disbelief, "This human being is so terrible that the Holy Son was forced to use even the spiritual attack!"

"It's an ant no matter how powerful it is! It is also his blessing to die under the black snake!" Ying Lao snorted disdainfully and looked up at the sky. From beginning to end, he did not look at Xia Jun.

The spirit turned into a black snake's shadow ruthlessly, and he laughed coldly and shouted, "Ant, see! This is the gap between you and me. Now, in my name, I give you death!"

"Roar!"

The black snake in the sky roared and opened its mouth to swallow Xia Jun.

"You think too much!" Xia Jun opened his mouth coldly, and a terrible murderous intention rose from him, and then turned into a bloody knife and stabbed seven inches directly at the black snake. Cut it out.

"Ah!"

The shadow screamed ruthlessly. The black snake was transformed by his spirit. The black snake was attacked. His spirit was also severely damaged. He held his head in extreme pain and retreated continuously.

Xia Jun also snorted and his head buzzed. After all, his ruthless spiritual power was stronger than him. Although he killed the black snake, his spiritual power was also exhausted in an instant. Just rely on a will to silently bear the tingling pain in the brain.

"What a strange boy, he actually awakened his spiritual power! Son, take the awakening elixir!" Ying Lao's face was shocked, but his men's movements were not slow. A fragrant elixir popped up and sent it into Ying's ruthless mouth.

After taking the elixir, the ruthless spirit of the shadow was instantly full, and he regained his spirit. The transformed dragon spirit and tiger became fierce, and the momentum was faintly improved.

"Despicable!" The group of Black Prince were angry, and a woman scolded, "Don't you feel ashamed like this?"

"Noise! It's not your turn to blame our film clan!" Ying Lao said indifferently. Since he had intervened, he simply intervened to the end and ordered harshly, "This boy is powerless to fight again. Let's go together and kill him!"

"Yes!" A group of shadow clans have been ready to move for a long time. As soon as they heard the order of the shadow, they launched an attack together.

Xia Jun didn't say anything, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his pale face. This is the shadow clan. If he can't beat him, he wants to fight in groups, but how can he be afraid!

A round ball with strong spiritual fluctuations appeared in Xia Jun's hand. Without hesitation, he swallowed it in one bite.

"You have taken the spiritual source, and your spiritual strength has improved slightly!"

The spiritual source is transformed by the eyes of the eight-eye magic spider, which can not only improve the spiritual power, but also instantly restore the consumed spiritual power. As soon as he ate it, Xia Jun's pale face instantly turned around and became energetic.

If he can't fight again, he wants to see how these movie clans kill themselves!

"Hate! This human must be killed by me! I will personally devour his soul and let him die in endless pain? Only in this way can I eliminate my anger!"

The shadow ruthlessly interrupted the attack of the shadow clan, and then came forward again with an indifferent expression. Seeing Xia Jun's ruddy face and the shadow's ruthless face, he showed a ferocious smile and said in a low voice, "Very good, I'm more happy to kill you like this! Not only you, that woman, but also your sister. I want you to look at her with your own eyes and become my female slave!"

"Shadow ruthless, how dare you do something to my sister!" Xia Jun is angry, murderous, and unprecedented solemn. He can tolerate others' contempt for him, but if anyone dares to touch the light rain, he will make that person regret it for life!

"Kill!"

Xia Jun roared, and a terrible spiritual storm roared out, then turned into a bloody knife and rushed to the shadow ruthlessly in an instant.

"What a strong spiritual power, but I am a divine messenger. I can't be surpassed by people like you in my life!" A dark recklessness emerged from behind the shadow ruthlessly, blocking Xia Jun's bloody knife, but did not attack.

Xia Jun didn't really stab him. His spiritual source is limited. He can't waste it. If he wants to attack, he must kill him with one shot!

"Decide the winner with a physical attack! Human beings, let you see my ultimate meaning, the meaning of fist!" The shadow was ruthless and did not dare to attack with spirit, but changed to fists. His body flashed and rushed to Xia Jun in an instant. An ordinary straight punch came out, and the surrounding space was collapsed and turned into nothingness.

"That's..."

Xia Jun's face was shocked. How could an ordinary punch cause such an attack? He vaguely felt that this punch was full of a terrible mood, the mood of the fist!

Touch!

Unable to resist, even if Xia Jun had concentrated all his strength and waved the knife, he still did not block this terrible power. His body was like a broken kite, and he flew backwards out and plowed a deep gully on the ground.

Wow!

After drawing dozens of meters in a row, Xia Jun finally stabilized his body and did not fall down, but couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, but his eyes lit up. It seems that I understood something from the punch just now.

is just a little poor and can't fully understand it.

"Xia Jun, are you all right?" Not far away, the black prince asked worriedly, and he had the impulse to come to help the war. After all, these shadows were too ruthless. But with Xia Jun alone, he is looking for victory.

"It's okay! Don't come here!"

He calmed down a little and stabilized his injury. Xia Jun hurriedly prevented the Black Prince and others from coming. As soon as they came, they would definitely attract the shadow clan to take action, which would only increase casualties.

After saying that, Xia Jun held the sword tightly and walked ruthlessly towards the shadow again.

"Deadly struggle!" Shadow ruthlessly smiled disdainfully and said coldly, "Human, you are very strong, but in front of me who understands the meaning of boxing, you are an ant! Now, give you one last punch and end this battle!"

"Boom!"

Another flat punch came out and hit it, but it gave people the feeling that the sky was full of horrible fist shadows. As soon as this punch came out, everything seemed to disappear between heaven and earth, and only that horrible fist, like a meteor, landed.

"That's how it feels!"

Seeing that the shadow ruthlessly punched such a horrible punch, Xia Jun was not happy. He tried to widen his eyes, looked at the fist, and then raised his knife to block it.

Touch!

It is not surprising that Xia Jun's body was bombarded again. If it hadn't been for Xiaohei's help and helped him offset part of his strength with his long legs, Xia Jun might have been seriously injured on the spot.

Even so, Xia Jun's current state is not very good. He feels that his bones are about to fall off. If he gets a fist, I'm afraid he will be seconds.

However, Xia Jun did not retreat, and his eyes are getting brighter and brighter. For him who lacks skills, the artistic conception of fisting is undoubtedly a powerful way.

"This artistic conception is so familiar. It seems that you have grasped something in your heart, but it is not thorough enough!"

Without hesitation, Xia Jun raised his foot again and strode ruthlessly towards the shadow. As long as the knife is not broken, his will will not give in!