The black armored eyebrows, the yellow tung tung, the golden threads are exposed, all things have laws, and everything follows the laws, Long Junchen's eyes flashed with determination, and his bloody palm gently turned over, as if he was turning the world upside down, Long Junchen's long gown was also cut by the sharp coldness, and strands floated in the air, revealing Kong Wu's powerful bronze skin.

?The sea around Yintian Island also became no longer calm because of Long Junchen's spell. The waves began to rise, and white bubbles kept popping out of the water, as if the entire sea began to boil due to the majestic energy.

The lightning like a snake passed by, hitting the sea without hesitation, illuminating the dense shadows in the tide - it seemed to be the unique fluorescent fish around Yintian Island.

The long tails of these fluorescent fish are tangled in chaos, and the scales on the surface of their bodies are glowing with metallic green light. The tide throws them into the sky and presses them under the water for a while. They keep squirming and fight with all their strength. The group of fluorescent fish are like snakes tangled together. They open their mouths, but make baby-like crying, and the crying echoes on the vast sea, like ghosts in hell singing elegy together.

Zhuang Ze's eyes were like thunder, and his face, with thin lips and eyebrows, did not show any strangeness, nor did he feel any delay in the murderous intent of Long Junchen attracting Tianlei, nor did he feel any cringe because of this terrifying strange atmosphere like thousands of ghosts coming to him. He has rich combat experience and has seen countless strange killing methods. He is not afraid of this Taoist spell. He can deal with ghosts and people, so he will be a little bluffing.

He waved his palm lightly, and the wind blew across the air, making a series of clanging bursts. Zhuang Ze just slightly, and swept away the thunder that seemed to have passed through a tribulation. The next second his body had disappeared from the spot. The straw sandals on his feet suddenly cracked into countless pieces of dust. The strange body dragged out a afterimage, and the afterimage brought out another afterimage, which was really too fast!

Within a few breaths, he rushed to Long Junchen's face. The speed of his body movement was as fast as the wind on the wasteland, which was extremely shocking.

This is indeed an extremely risky gambling, because Zhuang Ze knows that Long Junchen has strong close combat ability, but as long as he gets close to the ruins, closes the distance between each other, and forces Long Junchen to fight with him in close combat, he can lose most of his opponent's most powerful Pangu axe. Zhuang Ze is still very afraid of Pangu axe.

After Long Junchen used Pangu Axe in the East, the Purple Qilin began to attach great importance to this magic weapon. They had already conducted a comprehensive investigation on Pangu Axe. Therefore, Zhuang Ze was very clear that the weakness of Pangu Axe was that it was slow to slash and had a great inertia. Therefore, as long as it could be bullied, Long Junchen would not dare to use the magic weapon at the risk of leaking flaws. For Zhuang Ze, he would not have to face the Pangu Axe that was like a thousand pounds of pounds of pressure.

At this time, Long Junchen happened to have a tribulation thunder, and it was a state where he had not yet continued his remaining strength. Faced with such a good opportunity, Zhuang Ze, who had rich combat experience, would not be afraid of betting on a bet and rush forward resolutely.

The black dot, which looked like thunder, instantly swept into Long Junchen's face, as if the air in front of him had tear apart, Zhuang Ze appeared out of thin air, his feet stepped heavily on the stone steps in front of the door, and made a series of cracks, making a shocking crackling sound. His body suddenly stopped, and then he hit Long Junchen's face with a palm like flowing water.

A palm seemed ordinary, and seemed to be inadvertently understatement, but in fact it was mixed with countless heaven and earth energy. Under that palm, it was as powerful as a huge rock that broke through the air. Even the air around it seemed to be crushed into dust. A palm without bond was smashed out in a bang.

Long Junchen's pupils shrank, his body retreated rapidly, forcibly circulating the dragon-patterned bloodline to avoid the other party's aura lock, and forced a step back, barely avoiding the soul-devouring palm.

Accompanied by a loud sound, the gate of the courtyard in front of the winery suddenly broke into countless pieces and shot towards the courtyard. The wood chips were not simple wood chips. Long Junchen's heart suddenly tightened and found that the wood chips were actually carrying a bitter cold light, and the sharp blade at the tip pierced directly into Long Junchen's eyes!

Although Long Junchen was fearless with Pangu axe, facing countless pieces of wood chips shot out and Zhuang Ze who was living there, Long Junchen was in a dilemma by the attacks from the front and back. Now he could only avoid it for the time being. He covered his chest and gasped.

I don’t know that Huo Zhuang Ze will naturally not let Long Junchen rest. He was about to continue attacking aggressively, but his pupils shrank, and an extremely dangerous feeling fermented in his heart.

He glanced at the wall on the right side of the courtyard gate suddenly collapsed, dozens of bricks fell and splashed like rain, and the old plaster painted in the cracks of the bricks was shaken into fine dust like smoke and fog. Zhang Fengmo's figure flashed out of the brick rain and dust fog, and his one-eyed eyes were filled with a cold light. He breathed out with his tiger power. His hands tightly grasped the blood-red sword and slashed at Zhuang Ze's back like lightning.

At this time, Zhuang Ze had just taken back the palm that turned the courtyard gate into countless debris. However, not to mention Zhuang Ze who was in the game, even those subordinates who were always vigilant and those sentry lying in the dark, they did not expect that Long Junchen had a studded with a stud besides Ning Feng'er and a group of MI6 people, and this stud bent on the verge of siege was so powerful that he kept his body so hidden that so many people did not find Zhang Fengmo's place.

Zhang Fengmo was waiting. Long Junchen actually didn't know where Zhang Fengmo was, but he knew that this guy must be looking for an excellent opportunity, so even when facing Zhuang Ze's palm that drew a knife and cut off the water, he was still fearless and calm.

As soon as the heavy blood-red sword was unsheathed, a smell of fishy smell appeared in the air. The sword cut through the air at high speed, but the air was too fast, and the shrill sound of the blade rubbing against the air was trapped in the sword force, making it look so quiet. In addition, the dark shadow brought by the blood-red sword body of the blood-red sword made people feel that this sword did not come from the human world but from the underworld, from the red hell, and swallowed everything with blood and fire.

The sharp blood-red sword fell naturally on the back of Buzhihuo Zhuangze without any accident. When the knife went down, a strange sound like a slim fluff appeared. Zhuangze groaned, but there was no bleeding on his back. Zhang Fengmo gritted, but he found that there was no feeling of killing before coming from his hands. It didn't look like the tip of the knife pierced into his body...
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