"Why, are you just accepting your fate?"

Qingsong Daxian smiled disdainfully.

Zi Chen said: "It's been so long, I almost forgot some playing methods."

"You have a fucking knack for fighting."

He looked disdainful and slashed forward with his sword.

Zi Chen stood where he was, not moving.

Facing this sword, he didn't even dodge.

"Humph, you said you didn't accept your fate!" Great Immortal Qingsong snorted coldly.

"Be careful, this kid is very fast!" Someone reminded him next to him.

The other three people did not move at this moment. They were on guard, wary of Zi Chen escaping.

Zi Chen didn't run away. Just as the sword light approached, his body just moved slightly.

A very small margin.

The sword light that originally pierced his heart now pierced his ribs.

Avoided the fatal blow.

Qingsong Daxian was stunned, obviously he did not expect that it would be so easy.

Everyone else was also stunned, almost unable to believe their eyes.

"I have used this trick countless times a long time ago, but I haven't used it in many years."

Zi Chen's voice sounded, and at the same time, the light of the stone sword appeared.

At such a close distance, Qingsong Daxian couldn't avoid it at all.

It was even difficult for him to pull out the long sword because it was stuck tightly in Zi Chen's ribs.

He looked horrified and wanted to retreat.

"late!"

With a popping sound, Qingsong Daxian's head flew high into the sky.

The green pines in the distance also became unstable because of the loss of one person.

But the Doomsday Clock is still suppressed.

Zi Chen looked at the other three people, their eyes were wide open and full of disbelief.

"Actually, what I'm best at is exchanging lives for lives."

Blood was flowing from Zi Chen's chest. He felt no pain at all and showed a cold smile.

The figure flickered and disappeared.

Appeared again, next to the Second Immortal Qingsong.

Draw your sword!

If nothing unexpected happens, kill again.

The green pine in the distance was on the verge of collapse, but the Doomsday Bell still didn't break free.

The other two people saw that the situation was not good and began to retreat.

Zi Chen's eyes were cold and he drew his sword to kill another person.

Without the art of combined attack, their combat effectiveness is not much stronger than that of Du Guang and others.

Three people died, and Qingsong began to gradually collapse.

"Brother, save me!"

The last person suddenly exclaimed.

Zi Chen didn't know who he was asking for help, so he used Tianxing again and killed the opponent with an unexpected and strange speed.

At this point, all four people died.

Mo Feng's face showed surprise, "Is this okay?"

Then he glanced into the distance. As the last person died, Qingsong completely collapsed and the Doomsday Clock appeared.

The World-Destroying Bell turned into a stream of light and headed straight towards Zi Chen.

At this moment, almost everyone was looking at the Doomsday Clock, their eyes shining brightly.

There were all human beings present, and they saw some problems.

All four people were dead, and the weapons fell to the ground, shining brightly, obviously not ordinary ones.

At the cost of a sword, Zi Chen broke through the attacks of four people and achieved absolute victory.

Energy surged through the wound, stopping the bleeding.

Zi Chen walked forward and was a little surprised that Mo Feng didn't come over to do business.

This is not his style.

"As I said, give me the Immortal Magic Points. Now it's better. It's another losing business."

Zi Chen smiled helplessly.

"I can give you my magic points. Do you dare to ask for it?"

A faint voice suddenly sounded.

There was an extra person in the field out of thin air.

He looked at Zi Chen and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Zi Chen glanced at each other, just a glance, but he felt as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
Chapter completed!