A Paragon of Wuhun Chapter 467: Crisis 4 Volt
Chapter 467 Crisis (Twelfth Explosion)
The previous monster was only more than two meters high, but this monster was more than three meters tall, as tall as a small house, and their overall appearance was not much different, but the surface of this monster's body was wearing heavy armor. His weapon was also replaced with a spear!
Chen Feng smiled bitterly and said: "The monsters in front are all small soldiers, this time a captain is here!"
After seeing Chen Feng, the monster rushed towards Chen Feng and stepped on the ground. Every step you step into is a deep pit, the spear in your hand is about the size of a tree trunk, it is huge, and the momentum is sinister!
Chen Feng formed a bright handprint in his hand, the second move of the Diamond Wheel Seal, which was shot out, and slammed into the monster holding the spear.
But this spear demon captain is obviously better than the previous ones. After Chen Feng’s Donkey Kong wheel print was shot, he only melted half of his spear, and the remaining half of the spear was heavy. Bumped against Chen Feng.
Chen Feng made a mistake and made a vague step in time to get out of the way.
The gun hit the ground, knocking the ground out of a big pit, enchanting magic.
At this time, Chen Feng avoided, but the gas consumption was very large. Using Misty Step in this way would consume the most.
The Captain of the Spear Demon Soldier, seeing that this blow was useless to Chen Feng, he let out a hoarse roar in his throat, and once again killed him at Chen Feng.
In one fight, Chen Feng has already estimated his strength: the strength is one level higher than that of the long sword magic soldier just now, and it is basically equivalent to the strength of the second stage and peak of the second floor of the gods.
He knew that his Donkey Kong wheel seal was not enough to deal with him, but Chen Feng had other ways.
The Purple Moon Sabre in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath and slashed out with a heavy blow. It was the second move of the Thunder Tyrant Sword, the lightning strike!
The Tyrant Strike was cut out with nine knives one after another, and after the nine knives were cut out, a purple electric grid appeared out of thin air in the air, densely shrouded in the body of the captain of the spear demon soldier.
Ghosts and the like are most afraid of Tianwei, so Chen Feng with the purple power grid is the most effective against ghosts and the like.
The creatures made up of this kind of devilish energy are also very afraid, but they are slightly less effective.
Although the Captain of the Spear Demon Soldier is huge, he is actually quite flexible. He avoided Chen Feng's three knives and blocked the three knives with the spear in his hand. Only three knives slashed on his body and cut one of his arms. Cut it off, and left a huge wound on his left body.
The purple grid ran through him, melting his body by about a third.
The Captain of the Spear Demon Army roared and continued to rush towards Chen Feng.
It took Chen Feng a full cup of tea and four lightning strikes to kill him.
However, there is not much qi in Chen Feng's body. Seeing the spear demon captain disappear into a devil, Chen Feng sighed.
He walked forward for a while, the white mist was getting lighter and lighter, and later, it had completely disappeared.
Chen Feng finally saw where he was. After seeing it clearly, a word popped out in his mind: Ancient Battlefield.
The earth is blood-red, and the sky above it is blood-red. The sun hangs half-deadly in the sky, with limited light shining down, and the ground is a scorched earth mixed with black and blood-red ginseng.
On the ground, you can see fragmented weapons, as well as human and animal bones.
Only bones, no flesh and blood!
From time to time, a black magical energy appeared from below the ground. At a glance, I didn't know how big it was. It was desolate everywhere. It seemed that Chen Feng was the only one.
Chen Feng took a deep breath. Some devil energy was sucked into his body, making him feel like he was burning with fire, very uncomfortable.
Chen Feng knew that he couldn't continue on his way now.
He found a small mound and found a shallow cave to hide in a place leeward, and then took out the spirit stone to absorb it, replenish the qi, and restore his strength.
When Chen Feng was cultivating, Ziyue stood on his shoulder and looked at him, saying nothing, quietly, and not disturbing him.
But her expression was a little lingering and she couldn't lift her energy. It seemed that the devilish energy here had done a lot of harm to her spirit body.
Chen Feng said to Ziyue: "Ziyue, why don't you go in and hide first!"
Zi Yue shook her head. She looked at Chen Feng with sadness in her eyes: "Chen Feng, I have a very bad feeling about this trip to the Demon Valley."
"We have just appeared on the periphery, and the ones we just met should be just humble pawns. It is hard to imagine what kind of monsters the devilish energy condenses in the inner periphery."
"And how terrible is the suppressed Demon? This time it is really dangerous."
Chen Feng nodded, but there was an unquestionable determination in his eyes: "I know it is indeed dangerous this time. After seeing the situation here, I also know that the possibility of the uncle's return to the student is indeed extremely slim."
"But I still have to go down. Even if the uncle is dead, I will find his relics, bring them back to the sect, set up a burial mound for him, and let his soul return!"
"If not, Master Uncle is a lonely ghost, wandering alone in this world."
Zi Yue smiled and said: "Everything is up to you."
Then she looked at Chen Feng. What was rare in her gaze was not the naughty and savage things of the past, but became gentle as water: "Then I can't go in even more. I will be here to accompany you more. Talk to you."