194, Magic Silence

The blue smoke almost instantly turned into a human form, and He Chen stood in Xia Wei's room indifferently. He held a milky white array of beads in his right hand, and only heard the sound of fragments. The milky white ripple-like spiritual fluctuation suddenly emanated. Peng Cong seemed to notice something and suddenly turned around and saw He Chen's mouth as if he had seen a ghost: "You! Who are you? How did you get in!"

He Chen said with a sneer at the corners of his mouth, "The person who took your life!" Peng Cong has already felt He Chen's peak cultivation in the later period. He almost subconsciously shouted some words for help, but his cry for help could not be heard by half of him. Peng Cong suddenly looked cold and said, "What on earth did you do?" He Chen shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, "It's just a silent array of beads. No matter how noisy the noise is in the room, no one will find anything strange."

Peng Cong narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "For Xia Wei?" He Chen said directly, "Just to kill you!" After saying that, He Chen was not talking nonsense and turned into a pure black sword to tear the air from top to bottom. Peng Cong's body suddenly burst back and took out a three-grade magic weapon directly from the storage ring. He thought to himself, "Where did the evil star come from? If you don't ask, you will kill me indiscriminately. Damn... There are only a few three magic weapons in the storage ring that can be used.

It's not that Peng Cong's father was given some life-saving treasures, but that Peng Cong was not interested in these things at all. Anyway, he has not encountered even one life danger since he was born, and those guards are all decorations for Peng Cong. Even a few magic weapons in the storage ring were forced by his father to bring them, so he reluctantly put these three magic weapons into the storage ring. Regret! Peng Cong regretted it for the first time!

I regret not listening to my father and driving away the two guards! What made Peng Cong most aggrieved was the person who assassinated him... Cultivation is only in the later stage, which is simply a humiliation for Peng Cong. Even some Jindan monks have to respect themselves, but now a small late monk can kill him. And Peng Cong instinctively felt a trace of bad, which seemed to be the murderous intention emanating from He Chen, the horrible murderous intention that could not be covered up!

Although Peng Cong rarely fights with people, he wants to hold a three-grade magic weapon that can at least fight against a late monk. He Chen smiled and let out a gloomy laugh. While swinging his pure black sword to cut Peng Cong, he laughed and said, "The son of the lord of Xingyuan City doesn't even have a four magic weapons. If you can take out a four-pin magic weapon, I will definitely turn around and run away. Unfortunately, how can a three-grade magic weapon stop me from killing you? I want your head!"

The wrist shook slightly, but the pure black sword in his hand turned into a remnant of Taoism and attacked Peng Cong. It can be said that although He Chen is a swordsman, his swordsmanship is also one of the best. The swordsmanship honed in the wilderness can be said to be a life and death. Sword moves are all about attacking the enemy's critical points, and the deadly sword moves are extremely fast. He Chen's crazy attack made Peng Cong, who faced the enemy for the first time, really nervous to the extreme. Peng Cong roared with a big blue knife in his hand: "Damn it! Look at the power of my three magic weapons!"

The three-grade magic weapon wind collide with He Chen's original weapon, and the huge roar resounded throughout the room. If it hadn't been for the silence of beads, I'm afraid that the whole Xiaoxiang courtyard could hear the huge movement from Xia Wei's room. He Chen's body suddenly retreated several steps and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his left hand. He said, "The three magic weapons are so powerful that my deadly sword move didn't work at all. With these three magic weapons, Peng Cong can resist my deadly killing move without even a little combat skill.

The best, this wind bre is definitely the top of the three magic weapons. With huge strength and invisible wind blades, He Chen's pure black sword was about to cut Peng Cong's throat. However, He Chen felt a trace of unreachable spiritual fluctuations, and He Chen frantically waved the pure black sword in his hand to destroy all the wind blades. If He Chen hadn't reacted quickly, I'm afraid He Chen would have been cut into meat sauce by these invisible wind blades.

I have to say that the wind curler is too insidious. The wind blade, which is almost invisible to the naked eye, is coupled with the minimal spiritual fluctuation emitted by the wind blade. If He Chen's consciousness hadn't been different from ordinary people, he would have really been overshadowed. This is definitely an extremely sinister magic weapon, but He Chen is not panicked. After understanding the despicableness of the wind rave, He Chen's consciousness spread crazily. Even a wind blade He Chen can accidentally kill him, nothing else! This wind blade is almost a blow to the peak of the mid-term monks!

Every time Peng Cong waved the wind blade, it was an attack of hundreds of invisible wind blades. He Chenguang felt a little tricky to deal with this invisible wind blade with his own weapon. If he had been an ordinary late-stage monk, he might have died under the wind roller, but unfortunately, He Chen was not an ordinary late-stage monk. Peng Cong's cultivation in the middle period and his almost no combat experience, I'm afraid even the real power of the wind lever has not been exerted.

Even if the monk in the early stage of foundation building waved the wind riever at will, the wind riever could kill He Chen almost instantly. How can the existence in the top of the three magic weapons be ordinary? This Peng Cong is simply a violent thing. While dealing with the attack of this invisible blade, He Chen thought about how to kill Peng Cong directly. Peng Cong couldn't help laughing when he saw that he had an advantage: "It turned out to be a bluff. I was really scared by you at that time. It depends on how your grandfather Peng Cong killed you, and let's see how powerful my wind curler is!"

He Chen looked at Peng Cong's arrogant appearance and couldn't help but raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but muttered in his heart, "Arrogant? I just like arrogant guys. So... Just let you take the advantage first, and I will pretend that I am about to be defeated by you. When you relax, I will cut off your head with a sword!" Thinking of this, He Chen's body deliberately hit the place where the wind blade flew. Others thought that He Chen's speed was too slow to avoid the attack of this invisible wind blade, but they didn't know that it was just a play by He Chen.

I only heard He Chen's muffled hum, and there was a large wound directly on his left shoulder, and the body changed the color of purple blood. Purple blood instantly turned into bright red blood and splashed out of the wound, but He Chen looked painful. Of course, this painful appearance is naturally pretending. He Chen has endured the severe pain of purple blood and Shura's blood. The pain caused by this invisible wind blade cutting through his shoulder, at all! It's not worth mentioning at all!

Peng Cong saw He Chen's injured wind rolling and swinging faster and faster. He Chen cut off the wind blade with a pure black sword while avoiding the attack of the wind blade itself. The huge power brought by the wind river is extremely horrible. If it hadn't been for He Chen's extraordinary weapon, I'm afraid this pure black sword would have been broken into countless pieces. Just when Peng Cong was proud, I don't know when He Chen had a folding fan in his left hand.

The whole folding fan exudes a strong cold and bloody smell. Such a strange folding fan is naturally the longest magic weapon He Chen used. He Chen said coldly in his heart, "Peng Cong... Let you see the real power of the blue magic fan!" He Chen suddenly injected all the waste power in his body into his own waste weapon, and a black sword suddenly burst out of black light. The timing chosen by He Chen is simply wonderful. Peng Cong, who has the advantage of fighting at this moment, is extremely proud.

Peng Cong's attack was so chaotic that he casually waved the wind rib and thought how brilliant his combat skills were. Because Peng Cong, who has the advantage and relaxes his body and mind, is finally going to face He Chen's real attack, and the dark attribute is condensed into endless sword light. The black sword light with Ling's murderous intention instantly destroyed the invisible wind blade released by the wind scroll knife. At this moment, 60% of the spiritual power in He Chen's body was instantly injected into the blue magic fan.

The blue magic fan with a huge breath was waved fiercely by He Chen, and the fan suddenly expanded. A sneer appeared at the corners of He Chen's mouth and said, "Magic Silence!" The red wind gushed out of the blue magic fan crazily, and everything in the whole room turned into nothing in an instant. Peng Cong's right hand trembled desperately, and the wind bree he held in his hand fell directly to the ground. The sound of the wind roller landing was so crisp that all the meridians in Peng Cong's body were destroyed.

He did not move like a zombie, but He Chen stood beside Peng Cong in an instant. His right hand waved the blue magic fan that had been closed on the fan in his hand. The blue magic fan stubbornly penetrated Peng Cong's heart, and Peng Cong, who was destroyed in an instant, could no longer die. However, He Chen has not stopped running the dementer formula in his body, which is also the decision He Chen got from the dementor clock. Peng Cong's soul was directly ingested from his own body, and He Chen did not talk nonsense with Peng Cong's soul.

The power that could destroy the soul covered his right palm, and he saw He Chen's right hand force hard, and Peng Cong's soul was directly crushed. Killing people is thorough, He Chen's profound meaning of these eight words. In fact, if Peng Cong did his best at the beginning, I'm afraid even He Chen would be difficult to get out. However, Peng Cong kept teasing He Chen, especially after gaining an advantage, he wanted to torture He Chen to death a little bit.

It was Peng Cong's biggest mistake to let He Chen use the powerful power hidden by the blue magic fan. The devil's silence!" The wind of demonic silence is the meaning of this spell. Let everything be destroyed... This is the real horror of this spell. He Chen can only exert part of the power of this spell. When the blue magic fan advances, "Magic Silence!" The power will be even more terrible. He Chen just let the wind of silence destroy all the meridians in Peng Cong's body, and ended up using "Magic Silence" for the first time. The power. That "magic silence!" He Chen's power was not well controlled at all, and everything in Xia Wei's boudoir was directly destroyed by this horrible spell.