Chapter 644 Death

Unlike the unrestrained Wang Ziyue, Wang Zishan is low-key and cautious. He is the kind of character who also uses all his strength.

"You have done it anyway. It doesn't matter if you know it or not."

Wang Ziyue also slowly floated up and suspended in mid-air.

At the level of An Bochen and Wang Ziyue, there are flaws in the battle. Flying too high may also reveal flaws. Only by floating in the air like them and using air to perceive the war situation can we achieve a moderate progress and retreat and avoid unfavorable conditions as much as possible.

"In the face of the unknown existence, you are really open-minded, Wang Zishan King God General." An Bochen smiled with a playful smile on his face and said in a sarcastic tone. He was not timid at all because the other party was the strongest of Xuanxian: "Wang Shen General, aren't you afraid that I will escape your defense with magic spells you have never heard of, and use the same divine channel method to kill you in the next battle?"

Hearing this, the surprise in Wang Ziyue's eyes disappeared, and it was replaced by a deeply hidden fear and undisguised killing.

His name is Wang Zishan. It is a secret that only three people know. The Heavenly Emperor, Wang Ziyue and Wang Zishan himself. In addition, no one knows that the person who once knew either died in the hands of Wang Ziyue or died in the hands of Wang Zishan himself. It is impossible for a fourth person to know.

Without waiting for Wang Zishan to continue to think about it, the gunshots resounded through the world, and it was An Bochen who took the lead and stabbed Wang Zishan with a laugh.

Fighting with the strong man who is stronger than himself, An Bochen will always choose to start first. As for whether the previous words played an offensive role, it is no longer within the scope of An Bochen's consideration.

An Bochen's previous words did cause some trouble to Wang Zishan, which made him think about it for a little longer, which allowed An Bochen to successfully kill in front of Wang Zishan. An Bochen's idea is very simple, that is, to force him back Wang Zishan and create an opportunity to escape for himself. He will not be stupid enough to fight against Wang Zishan. He just has the power of Xuanxian. Now he can only use it more than 30 times. How can he defeat Wang Zishan, who has the power of infinite Xuanxian and masters the mysterious time?

"Want to escape?"

Wang Zishan narrowed his eyes. As the shadow of the first god of the heavenly palace, he had rich experience in fighting. At a glance, he could tell from An Bochen's movements that he wanted to run away. The only thing that surprised Wang Zishan was that An Bochen did not use Taoism, but stabbed him directly, which was a little hasty. An Bochen first defeated Wang Ziyue with a shot, and then broke the sea of fire that Wang Zishan was determined to win before. Therefore, with the cautious nature of Wang Zishan, he would never underestimate An Bochen's gun.

An Bochen's initial gun has always been the first to come, and this time is no exception.

Before Wang Zishan moved, An Bochen's shot had stabbed him in the eye - just like a stab, the tip of the gun was still a nail cover from Wang Zishan's eyeball, but he could not move forward at all.

"You know I'm Wang Zishan, not Wang Ziyue, then you must know my relationship with Wang Ziyue. Then you know, what's the real difference between me and him?

Wang Zishan was suspended in mid-air, and his hands were naturally spread to both sides. His hair and robe were blown to the rear by An Bochen's gun force, leveling with the sea, as if his whole body would fly back without gun force at any time.

An Bochen's heart trembled. He didn't have time to think about the words of Wang Zishan, because for the first time in his life, he didn't listen and didn't move, as if he was trapped in an endless quagmire, which was the eyes of Wang Zishan.

"Although Wang Ziyue and I are brothers, our bloodlines are not exactly the same. He inherited the blood of the ancient powerful holy ape. His power is infinite, and he can also live. It is the most powerful one among the four ancient apes. His symbol is the tail. And I am the orthodox descendant of the ancient moon shadow ape.

While talking, the face of Wang Zishan's face split into two petals from the middle, and the surface turned into powder, peeling off, revealing his original blue face.

"Although my strength is not great, I can master the power of others."

Wang Zishan continued to speak. He smiled as if a blue-gray light rose from his face, swam slowly, and finally spread all over his body.

With his arms raised and his wrist turned, a silver-white long gun appeared in the palm of Wang Zishan. He looked at An Bochen with a smile and said slowly, "Now do you know what kind of power I have?"

An Bochen clenched his teeth. When a silver gun appeared in Wang Zishan's hand, a rare shock appeared on his face, like a crack in the heart of the ancient well.

At this moment, how can An Bochen not know the shadow general of Wang Zishan, who has the blood of the ancient moon shadow ape, and what his skills are.

It is a kind of ability similar to copying other people's attack methods, but it is different from ordinary copying. It is more like swallowing other people's power and moves first, and then turning them into their own use. In Qingmian Wangzi Mountain, his blue face is like the moon, transforming the sun into the moon, and turning himself into a shadow, like the moon shadow ape in ancient times.

"Swallowing your power, what do you use to resist? And what I have released is not only your original attack method, but also the attack method that I am magnified and strengthened.

Wang Zishan looked at An Bochen with a look of observing ants, and said slowly, with a leisurely expression, as if enjoying the fear before the prey's death.

As expected, An Bochen seemed to suddenly think of something, and a trace of uncertain panic flashed in his eyes.

"Hahaha, you finally thought of..." Wang Zishan raised his gun and pointed it at An Bochen and laughed, "Yes, I'm not in a hurry to kill you at all, because you will definitely die, and because I'm too lazy to chase your woman. You should have thought that the square flag she sacrificed will only take her to the place of the heavenly palace where my god generals are located, where there are three hundred and sixty-five gods guarded, including eighteen true immortals, and the rest are six heavenly immortals. There is only one way to die when your woman goes there, but I think she is good-looking and is ready to spare her life..."

The laughter of Wang Zishan became ferocious and unpredictable. His whole body was wrapped in a cyan round light, like the blue moon that was about to end in the morning.

The next moment, Wang Zishan retreated half a step, shouted in a low voice, looked focused, and stabbed out with a sudden shot.

Whether it was his expression, posture, or even temperament, he made great changes at the moment he fired the gun, becoming the same as An Bochen.

An Bochen's power was absorbed by one shot, and there was no follow-up power at this time. In addition, he was facing the initial gun of the three most proud shots in his life - it should be said that the power and artistic conception were stronger than his initial gun!

The pupils shrank sharply and spread in an instant. An Bochen has practiced so far, and the biggest crisis he has faced is today!

This situation is just like he got along with him at the age of seven and him at the age of 15, and the result is self-evident and there is no suspense.

"It's boring, there's really no suspense."

Wang Zishan closed his gun and shook his hand. His temperament gradually changed back to his former him.

In front of him, An Bochen was stabbed by a gun and smashed into countless pieces. Even the soul was not spared. He was strangled into powder by Wang Zishan. From then on, he completely disappeared between heaven and earth and could not be reincarnated.

"Bah, what kind of talent is it? It's really ridiculous." Wang Zishan looked at the dark sea with his hands and said with a sarcastic smile, "Wang Ziyue, do you know that the talent who defeated you with one shot has been killed by me. If it weren't for that woman, how would you have suffered in the hands of such a weak ant that could not be weak and almost destroy you and my wisdom?

After saying that, Wang Zishan looked down at his toes a foot away from Haibo, as if thinking about something.

Suddenly, Wang Zishan giggled. He turned his head and looked at a corner of the sea: "The so-called mixed talent is really nothing more than that. He is dead. Do you want to follow in his footsteps?

His voice fell down, stirring a little fluctuation from somewhere in the sea wave.

"He found out."

Jiu Chenjun frowned and said. He turned into a green-haired turtle crawling on the bottom of the sea. After hearing Wang Zishan's words, he knew that he was found that he did not hide. He turned into a human and flew into the sky. He stared at Wang Zishan from afar and secretly pinched the seal, but he was ready to run away at any time.

At the same time, a man fell from the green clouds in the northwest of Jiuchenjun. It was Lv Fengqi.

Jiu Chenjun was not surprised by the appearance of Lv Fengqi. He said, "Why, you also found that conspiracy. Humph, the giant forces in this era are really stupid. It's so easy to fall into the trap of others. No wonder the big and small forces are constantly changing and fluctuating.

"You are the same."

Lv Feng said coldly.

If Simajin or An Bochen were present, they would have told them that the reason why it would be so was because this era valued power rather than power, and because the future era from which they came from was an era of extremely low level of Taoism. The decline of power level would magnify the use of conspiracy and tricks, which made it out An Bochen and Jiu Chenjun can be proud of the ancient Taoist geniuses with conspiracy and tricks. Even Lv Fengqi has more insight and vision than the ancient heroes.

However, Sima Jin has gone to the dangerous Heavenly Palace, and An Bochen has also been crushed to pieces and died completely. He will not tell Lv Fengqi and Jiu Chenjun about this.

"An Bochen is dead." Jiu Chenjun didn't know whether it was a pity or a gloating and said, "But he should have died long ago."

Lv Feng pouted his mouth and didn't say anything. He just gently stroked the halberd. It seemed that there was a flash of light sprinkled down the sea along the tip of the halberd. After a golden light appeared between the waves, it disappeared, just like his memory of An Bochen, an indescribable rising star for him.

The cultivation of the heart, the heart is ruthless to the way, this is the way Lv Fengqi has always been self-sustaining.

"Have you two discussed it? Should I stay and die, or run away to live?

Wang Zishan stared at Jiu Chenjun with one eye, and Lv Fengqi was firmly locked in the other eye. He laughed and said, "Two of you four mixed talents have lost their lives in my hands. It's better to add the two of you and let me officially break this disgusting fate!"