Shoo!
This red armor, a green robes, and two figures fell on a long river.
They looked at the cold green river ahead, extremely solemn.
"Nether Qi, this is the Nether Clan! There is also a trace of demon qi rising, and the Demon Clan is also there."
Huang Qiong closed his eyes and contemplated, quietly comprehending.
Luo Xingchen looked at him in a qingyi, but he was a little curious at the moment.
"Brother, why didn't you join the army? Fight side by side with everyone?"
Emperor Qiong swept a hint of pride: "I showed them my strength, in the later stage of the Earth Element Realm, I can slash at my fingertips. I don't like being restricted by rules, they let me go, it's that simple."
Luo Xingchen said nothing, he could see that Huang Qiong's heart was always aloof.
In the trial of Wugua Sword Hall, Emperor Qiong directly obliterated the weak ones who wanted to join the sect, just worrying that they would fight against the beast tide, it would be death.
Even the Sect Master thought he was a bit cruel.
However, Emperor Qiong carried a sense of righteousness.
This is a strange person, and he can't comment on it.
Huang Qiong's face was solemn, staring at the front: "Nether Race, it's not easy to deal with, we have to be careful!"
Luo Xingchen furrowed his brows, and said: "Nether Clan, where is the difficulty?"
Emperor Qiongdao: "Netherworld field, the nether death aura is condensed, in their comprehension, that kind of air is suffocating and can't breathe.
Therefore, when fighting, we try to reduce the number of breaths.
Otherwise, if you have inhaled too much Nether Qi, I'm afraid you will get confused!
Once we slow down our breathing, we must be more focused and strive to resolve the battle as soon as possible!
Procrastination will not do us any good! "
Luo Xingchen nodded and suddenly realized, he scratched his head and smiled bitterly: "Brother, I should have come earlier than you, but you know a lot better than me! Ashamed!"
Huang Qiong said calmly: "This is very simple. Our Blade Continent has been invaded by the Nether Clan. In the history books, there are detailed records of the Nether Clan. Every person in the Blade Continent should remember it."
As he was talking, waves of turbulent waves rolled up in the river, and the gusts of cloudy wind made the back chill.
Huang Qiong looked at Luo Xingchen and motioned: "Walk on the waves, Slayer Demon Clan, Nether Clan, are you confident?"
Luo Xingchen couldn't help but think of Tianmang, who was still suffering in the Molun Dao, all of which were tortured by the Nether Clan!
There was a trace of murderous in his eyes, and he said indifferently: "Kill! Don't leave one!"
Huang Qiong said seriously: "Okay, the soldiers are divided into two groups. The Nether Clan is not easy to deal with. They can condense the death armor, emptiness, water escape, earth escape, wind escape, ground escape! Hide tightly, you must To kill them, you must be keen! At the most critical moment, one blow is deadly!"
Luo Xingchen frowned when he heard it, and he took it seriously.
He was thinking in his heart, but it was a pity that Tianmang was restricted by the true god's decree and couldn't speak, otherwise, he would be more confident in dealing with the Nether Clan.
"Junior Brother, before the battle, I want to mention it for you. There are three main points in the body of the Nether Race. Once they are stabbed, they will die forever, basically they can't escape!
The three main points are Tanzhong, Yinhui, and Fengzhi acupoints!
However, every part of their bodies should be covered by Nether armor. These three major points must be amazing in defense! They must be ready!
Therefore, it is not easy to win this battle! "
Huang Qiong had already spoken a lot of words, just to make Luo Xingchen careful and careful, the new opponent, the unknown opponent, was the most terrifying.
It is said to be the Nether River, but in fact, this is a wide river that stretches for thousands of miles, and it has all been contaminated by the death of the Nether, and it is forbidden for the living!
I saw Emperor Qiong jumped, the red light of the red beard dragon on his body was dazzling, and he jumped into the bottom of the river and disappeared.
Luo Xingchen was amazed, and a poem said: the shirtless red dragon body is shining, the dragon travels all over the world, and the claws smashed the earth and reefs, and smashed the sea!
Emperor Qiong refined the ancient red beard dragon keel, which has benefited infinitely throughout his life. Even the body structure has been modified, and he is good at holding his breath.
Emperor Qiong didn't breathe for three days and three nights, and it was all right.
The Emperor Qiong has already begun to act, Luo Xingchen is naturally not to be outdone, his task is heavier than the Emperor Qiong!
The mountains were pressing on him, and he had to do his best!
As a result, Luo Xingchen held his breath and took a leap. Outside of the river world, these ships were wandering in the river and seemed to be patrolling.
I don't know what it will be like at the bottom of the river.
When Luo Xingchen dived into the Nether River, he suddenly felt uncomfortable. This kind of river water was suffocating, and every pore in his body was erected.
He hurriedly ran the Great Zhou Tian Divine Body, displayed the body-protecting Qi, and wrapped himself up so as not to suffer the corrosion of the Nether River.
He puffed up his mouth, condensed his eyes, scanned every corner, not daring to neglect.
This underwater world is a faint green palace, commonly known as the Nether Palace!
Although this is only a first-level war zone, it is conceivable that a mid-level plane and those palaces are magnificent and rich in the underworld!
The Nether Palace is inlaid with jewels. These pearls are all tempered from the ghosts, gathering countless yin and death qi, permeating the surroundings.
Luo Xingchen seemed to have known each other before in this scene, wearing black armor.
At the beginning, in the ancient ruins on the Wuji Mountain, there were four black armored warriors, which were stone formations. At that time, they almost died.
Now that he finally saw the real Nether Race, this feeling was even more creepy.
In their hands, holding a trident and a steel fork with a handle, the chill is pressing.
Their eye pupils are aggressive, this is a group of cold and ruthless Yin soldiers, desperate for their lives.
These Nether Race warriors, stepping on a uniform pace, walked flat on the ground under the water.
Luo Xingchen tried his best to suppress his breath, and his body was light and cleverly dodged. He needed to infiltrate the higher levels of the Nether Clan Legion step by step. These shrimp soldiers and crabs were not worthy of him!
Luo Xingchen sneaked cautiously, the cold ice sword, ready to go, the sword's sharp edge, gushing out nine feet of cold light suddenly, attracted the river, and scattered on both sides.
"Whoo!"
Suddenly a black shadow flashed in front of him, standing tall, with sharp eyes.
Compared to him, the sturdy Nether tribe man with his head raised up his steel fork. He didn't speak, but he let out a cold drink from his throat: "Good courage! Boy, your mental power is actually in the stage of god transformation! Provided us with good food!"
Luo Xingchen closed his mouth tightly and was silent. He held his breath now and couldn't speak.
A trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes, without saying a word, he swung a sword and rolled up a few feet of cold current, the waves were turbulent, the earth moved and the mountains shook, flashed instantly!
"laugh!"
A sword aura condensed in the extreme cold ice flew away, and then a space within a hundred meters of the Nether River was closed, the ice spread, and the river was frozen!
"Crackâ"
The Nether Race man, before he could make a move, his body was frozen and he didn't move at all.
This gust of wind caused the guards patrolling around to hear the movement and hear the wind.
In an instant, body after body projected from all directions.
They stomped on the soles of their feet, and waves of water turned into mad dragons and swept across.
Luo Xingchen retracted his sword, folded his hands together, and released the ultimate ice!
This icy coldness sealed the underwater world, with a radius of hundreds of meters, all covered by ice, and everything became a static state.
Taking advantage of this gap, Luo Xingchen focused on their three major points with a sharp gaze. As expected, they were wrapped in battle armor, mysterious iron armor, impenetrable!
"Kakkakakaka..."
Dozens of soldiers of the Nether Race in the ice layer were violent, and soon the ice cube was shaken away. Their bodies, transformed into beams of light, crossed the ice layer, and rushed out!
Luo Xingchen was dumbfounded and frightened, and retreated violently.
He was incomparably shocked, his extreme coldness was completely ineffective for these nether races!
"Bold Human Race, you really fell into the trap! We Nether Race are warriors from hell. Do you think we care about the cold air?"
There is a tall and mighty Nether Clan, a green armor, faint green eyes, shining brightly, he glares at Luo Xingchen, holding a trident, majestic gravity, and a star on his shoulders!
When Luo Xingchen thought about it, he knew that this was equivalent to the rank of the lieutenant of the Lanfeng Army, and its strength was difficult to distinguish, but at least it was not weaker than the Earth Element Realm Consummation.
He already understands that this is a tough battle!
"Don't be afraid of ice, how about extreme flames?"
Luo Xingchen muttered silently, his thoughts condensed into lines, turned into extreme fire, and hundreds of thousands of hot rays shot at their bodies.
"Melting Fire Array!"
The Nether Clan lieutenant gave a cold voice, dozens of Nether Clan lined up one after the other, imaginary and real, light and shadow intertwined, shuttled back and forth, extremely fast, Luo Xingchen's vision would be blurred if he was a little careless.
The light beams of these extreme flame formations were offset by the strong crosspieces of the blades, the sharp prongs, and the piercing cold gushing out of the flames.
Not long after, Luo Xingchen's flame array was broken open.
He trembled all over, stunned.
The Nether Clan's lieutenant said proudly: "The Nether Clan's flesh body has been tempered and tempered, your extreme flames, and the mood is pretty good, but we are not eating dry food.
Boy, blame you for your bad luck! "
"Boom!"
A soldier of the Nether Clan, carrying a sharp fork, moved his footsteps, stepped out violently, a terrifying hurricane, a wave of air, swept towards Luo Xingchen!
"Punching!"
"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." His body spun rapidly, spurring a frenzy, a series of critical strikes, shooting aurora, Luo Xingchen quickly dodged his pace, dodged quickly, drew his sword, five elements of sword intent, and slashed towards this people!
The five-color sword intent phantom, with its sharp edge, pressed heavily against the soldier of the Nether clan, so fast that it was dizzying!
"Water escape!"
The soldier of the Nether Clan, yelled softly, and in a blink of an eye, his body flew, avoiding his offensive calmly, and disappeared in the water!
Luo Xingchen shook suddenly and sucked in air!
"Could it be that I can't even kill a Nether Clan?"
He could not imagine that the real Nether Race would be so powerful!
A soldier is so weird, this lieutenant has not yet made a move!
"Molun Dao, it's up to you!"
Luo Xingchen did not hesitate to summon the ink wheel knife, holding it in his hand, half of the ink wheel knife was incomplete, but the inscriptions on the blade body were clearly visible.
Several soldiers of the Nether clan rushed towards him again, at an astonishing speed. Luo Xingchen's heart was calm, insightful, and sharp, slammed a knife at one of the young men, screamed, and performed the seventh type of the crazy sword technique, hidden killing !
"puff!"
The ink wheel knife smashed the black armor and passed the person through his chest. His eyes widened, his body burst, and his death disappeared!
Luo Xingchen did not stop, and quickly cut out, focusing on their deadly spots, with one move to control the enemy, and in a blink of an eye, he killed four Nether Clan.
He has a solemn expression. He knows that he can't give these people a chance to use his escape technique. He needs to quickly control the enemy and leave no room for it!
Not far away, the lieutenant of the Nether Race finally revealed a look of surprise, and solemnly said: "The knife in his hand is extraordinary, plundering the formation, punish the enemy!"