Xia Chen looked at the huge palm that was close at hand, with no fear on his face. ( ) If Xue Yizhen could be killed by just relying on the restricted rebound and the surprise attack of the Sky Splitting Sword, then the first-level magical monk wouldn't be so difficult to deal with.
For this moment of decisive victory, he naturally prepared other trump cards.
He quickly raised his hand, and a yellow talisman instantly appeared in his palm. In the center of the talisman was a pattern of golden lightning.
Lightning Talisman!
The next moment, the dazzling thunder came out of Xia Chen's hand and turned into a straight tree-shaped light pillar. With a deafening roar, it hit Xue Yizhen's palm fiercely.
The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and only the sound of electric current instantly filled the gradually collapsing restricted space. The dazzling thunder exploded, bright and blinding, roaring, trying to blow all obstacles into powder.
The dry and huge palm seemed to be covering an extremely bright light bulb. No matter how hard it was, it could not be pressed down. The power of thunder and the innate Qi were intertwined and collided back and forth, forming a bizarre world in a short space.
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Seeing that the palm above his head had not disappeared, Xia Chen raised his hand again, and three more talismans with golden lightning marks turned into dazzling lightning, soaring into the sky, turning the short space into a plasma-raging world.
Ocean world.
As if this was not enough, Xia Chen took a deep breath and slapped his hands on his waist at the same time. Two lightning talismans flew out from his left and right hands again, adding infinite power to this world of thunder.
Xia Chen threw out eight lightning talismans and smashed them all at Xue Yizhen. These were the ones he copied last time to deal with Xu Fang and Yue Zifeng. Except for the ones he had already used, almost all the rest were used until now.
At this time, he could no longer see clearly where Xue Yizhen was. Looking around, everything was filled with dazzling thunderous light. The electric current gathered into countless spherical spiked silver balls of light, which exploded one after another in the direction of the attack. It was hard to see
Xia Chen's scalp was numb.
If he was among them, there would be no bones left at this moment. I don't know if Xue Yizhen can resist it. After all, the first-level magical monk is still very strong, but even if he can resist it, I'm afraid it won't be easy.
Of course, Xia Chen will not do boring things like waiting for results. As long as he still has breath, he will continue to attack until all threats are removed.
Therefore, after stuffing a handful of pills into his mouth, Xia Chen raised the Sky-Splitting Sword again. After injecting all the remaining infuriating energy, he slashed with all his strength against the chest of the old and embarrassed figure vaguely revealed in the lightning.
And down.
"Die, old ghost!" Xia Chen roared, as if this would add infinite power to him.
Xue Yizhen was extremely embarrassed and pushed to the extreme. After the innate Qi exploded, he was almost invincible. Even the power of magic weapons could be broken. But he did not expect that Xia Chen would actually throw out nearly ten lightning talismans in one go, especially when
When in a small space, the power of the lightning talisman is superimposed, and it is even more terrifying than the power of the magic weapon.
All the bursts of innate energy were used to counteract the ubiquitous thunder. Otherwise, even if he was a first-level magical monk, he would probably be seriously injured if he was hit by several lightning bolts.
Just as the thunder power of the eight lightning talismans gradually disappeared, and Xue Yizhen, who was struggling to resist, was about to run out of ammunition and food, but was about to see the light of day, he heard Xia Chen's spring thunderous roar: "Die, old man
ghost!"
The terrifying sword light turned into a straight sword pillar. When Xue Yizhen used all his strength to offset the lightning talisman, he finally broke through all his protection and stabbed the terrifying wound in his chest with extremely precise momentum.
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Poof! The sword light rushed in, instantly expanding the wound to more than twice its original size. It was already the size of a fist, but now it is as big as a large plate, as if an unfathomable black hole has been cut open in the chest and abdomen.
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Blood sprayed out like a waterfall, and the skin and muscles on the chest were quickly turned into powder by the sword light, revealing the bloody ribs and internal organs inside.
"Ahhh!" Xue Yizhen let out a shocking roar. Blood not only spurted out on his chest, but also spurted out from his mouth, sometimes with some internal organs.
He backed away with all his strength, his face extremely pale. Although the innate Qi had been exhausted, it still gathered together during his frantic movement, and finally expelled it before the sword light was about to completely tear apart all the internal organs.
Waves of energy flowed, temporarily sealing the wound and forcibly suppressing the spewing blood. Even the supernatural monk couldn't be saved after all the blood flowed out.
Xia Chen rushed up like a crazy tiger. The principle of pursuing victory in pursuit was fully demonstrated at this moment. He must not give Xue Yifan any chance to breathe. Killing you while you are sick is the truth in the spiritual world.
The sky-splitting edge flashed fiercely, forming a cyan lightsaber and stabbing straight towards Xue Yizhen's terrifying chest wound.
He had consumed too much real power and could no longer activate the Sky-Splitting Sword. Even the power of the Sky-Splitting Edge was average, but for Xue Yizhen now, the edge in Xia Chen's hand was more terrifying than ever before. That was really possible
Want his life.
All the remaining innate energy was used to contain the injuries. For a moment, Xue Yizhen was unable to mobilize any extra strength to deal with Xia Chen's crazy attack.
However, the power of the magical cultivator is not limited to the innate energy. He only suffered heavy injuries and was not at the end of the road.
In hand.
After practicing for many years, his extremely powerful body was shaken violently. With only the strength of his body, he instantly unleashed a powerful force and extended it directly to Xia Chen.
Xia Chen's body shook violently, and his vision went dark. It was as if millions of high-voltage electric currents passed through his body instantly, and he felt as if he was about to be broken into pieces and torn apart. This external force was no less than a sudden blow.
The supernatural monk's body collided.
But Xia Chen held back the pain in his heart and had no intention of retreating. Instead, he cheered up and shouted: "Broken!"
The sky-splitting edge was held in Xue Yizhen's hand, and it suddenly cracked open. In an instant, it turned into countless extremely sharp fragments, which came out from the gaps in his five fingers and shot into the wound on the chest with lightning speed.
at.
The wound that had just been suppressed burst open instantly, and blood spurted out wantonly under the cutting of the sharp fragments. The wound that had just formed a thin film was instantly torn apart and turned into a terrifying black hole.
"Ah!" Xue Yizhen let out an earth-shattering roar, with extreme pain in his voice.
He was aware of the changes in the Sky-Splitting Edge, but in a hurry and trying his best to contain the injury, he had no time to dodge, and was hit hard again.
Those sharp fragments had penetrated deeply into his internal organs along the wounds, wreaking havoc inside. With his exhausted magical body, he was unable to suppress it for a while.
"Thunder Seal!" Xia Chen had worked hard to the extreme. He felt that his body no longer belonged to him. It was as soft as cotton on the clouds. Even raising his arms seemed to be so laborious.
But he still roared with all his strength, raised his hands, used blood and vitality to create an exceptionally bright seal, and hit Xue Yizhen hard again. He was really so fierce that he would not stop the opponent to death.
"Beast! How dare you, seek death!" Xue Yizhen roared, his hair and beard spread out, and his twisted face looked particularly terrifying under the light of the thunder seal.
At this time, he had exhausted all his external strength and used all his internal strength to suppress his injuries. Facing Xia Chen's desperate attack, he seemed extremely weak and helpless. A monk with the first level of magical power, the peak of electricity, was forced to such an extent by a junior who was acquired. How could he not let go?
Xue Yizhen was extremely angry.
The chest with the horrific wound heaved violently, Xue Yizhen had a ferocious face, raised his leg with all his strength, and kicked the oncoming Xia Chen heavily on the lower abdomen. At this moment, he had reached the end of his life.
Poof! Xia Chen was kicked by him, and blood spurted out, almost all over Xue Yizhen's head and body. At this time, Xue Yizhen no longer had the strength to blow away all the blood with a calm breeze.
In the end, he still became embarrassed.
Xia Chen's vision went dark, and he felt as if he was about to suffocate and fall into a coma. He couldn't control his body and would fly backwards. When he fell to the ground, he would pass out completely.
But at this moment, when we are most desperate, how can we be unconscious?
There was a hint of fierce determination in Xia Chen's eyes. He bit the tip of his tongue hard. The severe pain instantly made him sober. Then he made a heavy drop on the spot and resisted the power of Xue Yizhen's kick.
He raised his hands with all his strength and hit Xue Yizhen's chest with the blazing thunder seal, once again adding a heavy blow to his terrifying wound.
Xue Yizhen's body was covered in blood, his hair was spread out, like a crazy devil, and there was a loud sound in his throat, and he could no longer make a normal sound.
The smell of burnt muscles quickly spread. The wound on his chest no longer bled, only a faint smoke was coming out, with a burnt black color. The wound was so big that it almost occupied most of his chest. The wound
body, you can clearly see the roasted black internal organs and necrotic muscles inside.
First there was a big explosion, then the Sky-Splitting Sword, then the Sky-Splitting Edge, then the Sky-Splitting Sword, and finally the Thunder Seal. Five consecutive powerful attacks finally caused the terrible magical monk's injuries to expand little by little, until he became
An irreparable fatal injury.
Xue Yizhen staggered back, his body swaying, and finally stood up.
He looked at Xia Chen with extremely dull eyes, as if looking at a monster. After a long time, he slowly lowered his head and finally saw the terrifying chest that looked like it had been disemboweled. His face suddenly twitched involuntarily, and finally
It began to make a shrill roar.
The corners of Xia Chen's mouth with a trace of blood were slightly raised, showing an extremely difficult smile, and then he suddenly fell to the ground.