Chapter 573： How to prove identity (1) (1/2)

Chapter 103 How to Prove Identity (1)

After the white mist swelled, everything was calm again, and the figure of the man in black had disappeared.

But inexplicable uneasiness suddenly came to my mind, Xiao Yan's heart suddenly tightened, thinking of the **** crazy, almost strange eyes of the man in black, a kind of instinct that was tempered in countless lives and deaths can make Xiao Yan Immediately kicking both legs, the body swept back violently, and a mist of water set off at his feet.

Xiao Yan's toes just pulled up the white mist, a roar full of unwillingness came out from the white mist almost immediately, the ice sculpture reappeared, and it broke instantly, and an indescribable blood red spirit broke through countless ices The crumbs, a sharp blade stabbed Xiao Yan with a strong wind.

According to the sharp blade, the pond water was tossing apart to the two sides, revealing a vacuum zone, and the sharp wind sound even instantly covered the turbulence of the water.

The power of this spur cuts off the water in the pond, and the speed of this stab makes the current stand still.

Xiao Yan never dreamed that this man in black could explode such a powerful power even after being wounded. Instinctively, it was too late to place the ancient fire on the chest, and he felt a powerful impact on the heavy ruler. on.

A bang sounded like a thunderous thunder, Xiao Yan only felt that his body was light, and the whole person was pushed backwards by a force, and the sound of cracked ribs crackled, and blood spewed from his mouth like a spring. The vacuum zone created by the flood.

After several rounds of tumbling, Xiao Yan stopped his figure, but still did not offset the force of the sharp blade forward. The fragmented Sensen bone in the body punctured the lungs, penetrated the chest, and hot blood flowed down the bone. The body of the lake was dyed a lot of red.

The severe pain made Xiao Yan almost faint, but Xiao Yan knew that if he passed out, he would never have the opportunity to wake up.

The more critical he became, the more calm Xiao Yan was. He barely lifted his soberness, and his right fist waved toward the blood and anger against his chest.

boom! ”