Chapter 42 The Strength of the Holy Beast

Seeing that the ghost lion and the stone man were fighting, the corners of Shanjian's old mouth were slightly upturned, bending a trace of arc, revealing the cold evil smile, and ran to the lark. A pair of arms were constantly shortened like two heavy machine guns, and they hit the lark crazily. Under this ** physical attack, the lark's face was The ruddyness gradually disappeared, replaced by layers of paleness, with solid hands and light shields condensed by arrows in front of him.

The light shield and Shan Jian's powerful fist continue to collide, driving the lark's body and even dozens of meters of ground are shaking. It's only a matter of time before the bitterly supported lark's light shield can't support it, not to mention that Shanjian is approaching her at an amazing speed.

"This mission... Failed." The lark looked desperately at the mountainjian that was about to come in front of him, and his thin red lips unconsciously raised and closed.

Under countless dense heavy punches, the light shield made by her slender fingers finally cracked. At this moment, there was no trace of blood on the lark's face, and she couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. At this time, she had completely lost her defense and looked at the mountain that had come to her. Jian, she just closed her eyes slightly and waited for the next moment of death. Shanjian has already stepped into these seven truths many years ago, and his strength is by no means resisted by lark.

The closed eyes have not been opened. The imaginary pain and imaginary death have not come. Is it that the time to wait for the end of their life always passes slowly? Lark kept thinking, and finally, the upper and lower eyelids that were close together slowly separated. At this time, she found that she was tightly hugged by an arm, and the owner of this arm was Mu Chen.

The lark looked at the place where Shanjian was not far away, where he had just stood, but he miraculously arrived here.

"Damn kid, the speed is quite fast." Shanjian stared at Mu Chen, who hugged the lark with one arm. He had just had the absolute certainty to kill the lark, but he didn't expect that the meat of his mouth would be taken away by others. Mu Chenshanjian, who had never taken action, did not care. After all, he still knew some details of the spiritual tribes, but people with this speed did not hear about it. Over.

"If you take action against such a lovely girl, you will lose your identity as the patriarch." Mu Chen's voice was gentle without any ups and downs. His eyes stared quietly at Shan Jian, as if he were staring at an ant to be slaughtered.

The lark, who was tightly hugged by one arm, passed by the surprise just now. Reason told her that it was not the time to lament Mu Chen's speed and quickly take off Mu Chen's shoulder, but in front of the latter: "Go quickly, or we will all die here."

Fee the anxiety in the tone of Bailing's tone, Mu Chen stared at the other party's beautiful eyes and showed the iconic sunny smile: "Don't worry, you and I won't die, and the first one to die is the old guy over there."

"Arrogant kid, no one wants to leave here alive today." Shan Jian suddenly roared loudly and rushed towards the two Bering Muchen. The lark's fingertips glowed slightly and wanted to form a light shield to temporarily resist. At this time, a warm hand grasped the slender finger: "Don't worry, I'm here." Mu Chen walked to the lark and looked at the approaching mountain with some solemn eyes.

"Moon Step!"

After Mu Chen drank in a low voice, his body was like a moonlight, and his pace was smooth and simple, as if the bright moon was shining through the top of the stone hall, passing through Mu Chen and shining directly on the mountain. And Mu Chen is like the light shining on the other party and rushing towards the other party.

Seeing Mu Chen's speed, Shan Jian couldn't help sweating, which was several times faster than him. How could a kid at this age achieve such a terrible speed?

Although it was fast, Shanjian could still see Mu Chen's speed and movements. His fists and feet suddenly became more than three times stronger. The strong muscles filled the whole arm, and there were not several cyan tendons flowing between the cracks of the muscles.

"Kid, even if it's fast, what can happen? With this impact of speed, you and I can't change the direction at all, and I'm absolutely confident that I will kill you with a positive attack." Shanjian kept thinking that in any case, the masters of the seventh-class real world are the strongest and pure here, and he does have proud capital.

The two figures are like two meteors, approaching quickly, and the corners of their mouths have imperceptible smiles, but there is only one person who can laugh to the end.

At the moment when Mu Chen and Shan Jian were about to contact, the muscles on the latter's body suddenly expanded, and the muscles gradually grew in the body, and the sound of tearing made people feel horrible and disgusting.

The mountain people have no achievements in cultivation and do not have good qualifications, but their natural advantages are extremely strong bones and bodies. Of course, mountain practitioners who have reached the seventh-class real world will not fail to take advantage of their own advantages.

The plump muscles are like a thick layer of armor, wrapping his body perfectly without any dead corners. In Shan Jian's eyes, he is already sure of winning at this moment.

Shanjian's powerful punch suddenly waved out without any fancy, but the terrible power put invisible pressure on the other party. Under the blow of the seven-class real masters, even Mu Chen had to frown, and the purple light flashed slightly under his feet, constantly smoothly stretching and emitting a trace of energy in the invisible sky. In the air, there were imperceptible ripples, like a fallen leaf falling on the calm water, and circles of ripples slowly rippled in the void.

A punch suddenly hit, but the figure facing the fist suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes. Shan Jian looked at the empty fist in horror, and inadvertently left a drop of cold sweat on his face.

Muchen stood ghostly behind the mountainjian, and his right fist was constantly surrounded by purple gas, as if the ready-to-go blow had been prepared for a long time. Even in the face of the mountain battle, which was far higher than his own, the violent purple still seemed so strong that the other party could not be careless.

Shan Jian suddenly turned around and tried to block Mu Chen's attack, but the hurried defense was obviously too late. The purple halo fist hit Shan Jian's chest heavily. Under this heavy blow, the thick muscles were like cotton, deep into a round pit.

Shan Jian couldn't help spitting out blood, and his face immediately turned extremely pale. He looked at the young man in front of him resentfully and frightenedly and waved a fierce punch, but the person in front of him cleverly dodged it, and a purple punch mixed with a heavy blow on Shan Jian's face. The latter was immediately shot out and hit aside. On the wall, the painful moans proved that he had not lost his life.

The lark looked at all this stupidly. The young man she wanted to protect and the man she had always loved deeply was not as high as her, but her combat effectiveness was so strong. At this moment, she really realized the feeling of being protected and stood in the arms of her beloved man. After that, I got an unprecedented sense of security.

On the other side, the ghost lion also fell into a bitter battle in the face of Wu Yan after being petrified. At first, he could still rely on crazy attacks to maintain the situation. But for a long time, the stone man's absolutely tough physique and steadily prevailed.

When the ghost lion saw the mountain that had been knocked off, his heart sank and said in a low voice, "This waste can't even beat a smelly little guy." But how can he know how horrible the "little ghost" dealt with by Shanjian is?

The stone man on the opposite seems to never breathe, tireless, no pain, and even his emotions are gradually fading now. He just keeps attacking, like a killing machine, locking the target on the ghost lion.

The ghost lion kept gasping. Although there were no serious injuries on his body, there were countless small wounds rubbing against the stone man. Obviously, he was not the opponent of the stone man at this time.

Suddenly, he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "Just because you, a lowly human, want to kill me. Even if you use the death skill, you can't help me." After saying that, the body of the ghost lion suddenly began to tremble violently, and the sharp nails stretched several times. Not only the muscles in the body, but also the bones grew together. The whole body continued to expand and become bigger, the roar kept rippling throughout the hall, and the ground walls that the sound even cracked.

The roar swept across the eardrum and came to his mind. Even Mu Chen felt terrible pressure. His purple eyes looked solemnly at the ghost lion. All the changes in the latter's body were clearly seen by him. The real fear was not that the body became bigger. Even the strong and powerful qi contained in the body became stronger with the body. .

The ghost lion's body has become larger. It seems that this process does not bring pain to him. It is more like restoring its original form and comfortably extending all parts of the body.

Finally, the rapid growth of the body stopped. The ghost lion, who was already two tall, has now tripled in size. What's more terrible is that the true qi in the body has also tripled.