Zhanxian

Unexpectedly, this was the result and the eyes of the first city lord almost popped out from being stunned. A little Jiedan stage junior, even if he has a good protective magic weapon, it would be heaven defying to prevent the attack of a Yuanying stage master, but Yang Chen actually blocked a powerful blow from him, how could it be?

The problem was that now was not the time to discuss whether this matter was possible. The main concern of the first city lord was that there were two powerful guys behind him who were chasing after him on the spot.

Nothing happened, but the people behind took the opportunity to chase him up. The lord of the city must stop the pace of the people’s pursuit anyway he could.

The fiercely erupting first city lord no longer cared about the others, the spiritual power of his whole body swelled, regardless of the situation. Within a hundred miles of the surroundings, almost as if detonating some high-equivalent explosives that were buried, it was exploding everywhere. The mountains, rocks, trees and grass were all turned to ashes in this burst of fire.

In just a moment, hundreds of square meters of land were vacated and almost all the creatures in the circle were burnt to death, leaving no bones. Even the river seemed to be steamed up suddenly, exposing the bare river. And those stones in the river channel were also burnt into powder.

The dacheng stage master who was desperate could show off extraordinary power. However, what made the first city lord desperate was that not only the dacheng stage master Wang Yong was okay, but even what he thought were just a Yuanying stage Hou Yun and a Jiedan stage junior Yang Chen, nothing happened to them.

Wang Yong and Hou Yun tightened the encircling circle, while Yang Chen was still facing the first city lord. When the two attacks failed to kill Yang Chen, the city master also panicked. He dares to fight him head on, this time he didn’t know why but there was nothing but escape in his mind.

A blood-red long sword appeared in Yang Chen’s hand and the eyes of the city master focused on the flying sword. The powerful instinct of the monster race told him that this sword was quite dangerous. The eyes of the grisly ghost on the hilt seemed to be staring at him tightly and he felt like he was going to cut him in the next moment.

He didn’t know why as a dacheng stage master would he intuitively think this flying sword was dangerous, but he would not doubt his feelings. This intuition has saved his life countless times.