I'm really just a juggler.

Chapter 866: Commit suicide!

Only when you know more can you understand the true horror of the Holy Land.

Among these, there is an insurmountable gap between each realm.

Facing a reincarnated person is like facing two semi-saints.

And they are not addition, they are multiplication.

Every breakthrough in a small realm is multiplication.

Therefore, facing the third-level saint, he felt a little anxious.

"Hmph! Arrogant."

As he spoke, the Saint of Strength clasped his hands together and a wave of energy appeared.

Behind him, a pair of huge arms appeared.

The muscles on it were knotted, and the two metal rings exuded power that was no less than that of the other party.

Heavenly weapon!

When Bu Chen saw this scene, his pupils shrank and the corners of his mouth twitched.

A cruel smile appeared on the other party's lips: "I found out, yes, among the three of you, I am the strongest."

After saying that, he punched out.

The loud noise caused by this punch made Bu Chen's ears feel like they were broken.

With his current physical strength, he was able to cause such damage, which was enough to show how powerful the opponent's attack was.

This hasn't hit the body yet. If it hits the body, what kind of damage will it cause?

He couldn't imagine.

Not daring to be arrogant, a dark golden hue appeared on his body.

The power of Qi and blood reached its peak, and a blood mist appeared around.

It kept changing, and layers of shields appeared in front of him.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

……

Facing the opponent's attack, Bu Chen had no power to resist at all.

Even if it is an immortal golden body, it won’t work.

The moment it descended upon him, cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of his body.

Snapped!

There was a final crisp sound, like a piece of glass shattering.

Finally it turned into gold powder.

"Little brother!"

Lu Ziye coughed up a lot of blood, his eyes full of disbelief.

Even if the other party was not targeting him, the aftermath was still there.

It's not something he can bear.

The Saint of Strength sneered, "I thought there was something else, but this is it!"

The scene here immediately attracted attention from other places.

The Saint of Strength looked at him and sneered, "What existence suppressing the genius? I can only say that the Eastern Wasteland is just too rubbish."

Everyone glared at the person in the dark.

The Saint of Power ignored all this and looked at Lu Ziye.

"Old man, considering what happened before, you should just commit suicide!"

Lu Ziye was furious and coughed up a lot of blood.

When the Saint of Strength saw this scene, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Could it be that you would die of anger? That would be a real spectacle."

Yang Luo, who was fighting with the Fire Saint, was immediately furious: "Killing people is not enough, why do you humiliate us?"

As he spoke, the long sword in his hand shone with a cold light.

Large areas of space around were frozen again.

He wanted to go to Lu Ziye, but was entangled by the Fire Saint.

The Saint of Strength ignored him and said, "Go ahead and commit suicide. This is the last respect I can give you."

Lu Ziye finally stopped coughing, and he looked even older now.

He raised his hands tremblingly: "Suicide is impossible. I would rather die in battle than be a coward."

As soon as he finished speaking, a formation rose up in the deep space.

They were all killing formations, and his eyes were red.

Blood kept spurting out of his mouth.

He wanted to strangle the Saint of Strength here.

The Saint of Strength looked up at the killing array around him and sneered.

"It's just a seventh-grade killing array. Why do you think I chose an old man like you?"

As he spoke, he didn't make any movement, but waved his arm behind him.

The surrounding killing arrays were broken layer by layer.

Lu Ziye suffered the backlash of the killing array, and his body turned into a paste.

"court death!"

Suddenly, there was a vibration in the space.

The expressions of the four saints present all changed.

I saw a flash of green light.

The Saint of Strength moved his mind along with his body, and before he could react, his body wanted to take a step back.

Avoided this green light.

In an instant, cold sweat broke out on his face.

Looking at the person who came, I saw a person with dark golden light all over his body and a green long sword in his hand.

Seeing this person, the Saint of Strength was shocked.

"How is it possible? You are not dead. How is this possible?"

He hadn't held back at all when he threw that punch just now, so there was no chance of him surviving.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something.

"You, you are the immortal who returned to the Emperor's family."

There is no other explanation besides this.

Only the undead can ignore any attack. If you don't want to die, you can't die no matter what.

The Lord Heaven Empire is not clear.

Only a few of them know that there is someone else who is undead.

But when they saw Bu Chen's performance, they all fell silent.

Could it be that there is another immortal in the Di family?

Also, what kind of weapon is Di Chen holding in his hand, and why does he want to destroy it so much?

"Whether it's true or not, you don't deserve to know. Now, commit suicide."

Bu Chen pointed at the saint who exerted force and said so.

The Saint of Strength laughed loudly: "Boy, I'm going to commit suicide, are you kidding me?"

As he took a step forward, a crack appeared in the deep space.

This crack soon spread to Bu Chen's feet.

Bu Chen could feel from it that it contained enormous power.

He jumped up and slashed out with the long sword in his hand.

There are no rules for a blade of sword energy, and it cannot be captured by anyone.

The Saint of Strength knew at a glance that this attack was unavoidable.

The holy power flows in the body and floats on the surface of the body.

The sword energy hit him, and the holy power in his body was shaken.

This made the Saint of Strength's eyes flash.

"Boy, you have a lot of good stuff on you!"

As he spoke, his hand suddenly stretched out.

Bu Chen only felt a kind of covering the sky and blocking out the sun above his head.

Without any hesitation, he slashed with the sword.

The Killing God Technique on his body started to operate independently. This was the first time he started to practice after obtaining the complete technique.

Everything around suddenly changed color.

Behind Bu Chen, a figure appeared quietly.

The moment this figure appeared, everyone.

Everyone who could feel it, their hair stood on end.

Below, in a secluded valley in Zhongzhou.

Duan Xingyu and Di Chong both felt it.

The little carp and the three brothers are of course here too.

Di Zhong looked at Duan Xingyu: "Teacher, I feel the power of my senior brother."

Duan Xingyu also laughed: "Yes, but I didn't expect that he hadn't practiced at all for such a long time."

Suddenly, a beautiful figure ran over.

"Master, I want to help."

Duan Xingyu heard this and his face became serious: "Nonsense, how can you help in such a war? Just practice well."

Bu Yu pursed her lips and said nothing.

Duan Xingyu also knew that his tone was a bit serious.

"Bu Yu, what you need to do now is to practice the Killing God Technique thoroughly, so that you can catch up with that kid."

Bu Yu raised her head when she heard that, her eyes sparkling.

"Master, is what you said true?"

Duan Xingyu nodded: "Of course, could the master lie to you?"

Upon hearing this, Bu Yu left happily.

Di Zhong looked at Duan Xingyu, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

How could Duan Xingyu fail to notice such a small action?

So I glanced at him and said, "Why, do you think I'm joking?"

Di Zhong laughed flatteringly: "I dare not!"

Although his teacher is not very strong, he is good at playing pranks on people.