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Chapter 1785 Three levels(3/3)

Very strong indeed!

Chen Lin's heart became serious.

He could feel that the opponent was not far away from the realm of unity between man and nature. He was no match for him based on his swordsmanship skills alone.

"There is only strength and weakness in this world, and there is no right or wrong. As long as you can take my sword, you are right."

"Otherwise it's me who's right!"

Chu Funiu's voice was cold.

Seeing Chen Lin looking around, she even laughed out loud.

"No need to look, I have cleared this area for hundreds of miles. No one can see it. The rules of the sword pavilion cannot stop your death!"

"As for the sword of contract."

"As long as you are dead, recording is useless!"

"Really?"

"That's great!"

Chen Lin spoke calmly.

As the words fell, his pale brows and eyes appeared, and he glanced at him with two death gazes in a row.

At the same time, cast the art of silence.

Immediately afterwards, a giant flaming palm fell from the sky, covering the woman in red like an ant.

This is not over yet.

Chen Lin flicked his fingers repeatedly, and the beam of soul-destroying finger was like an arrow, continuous and blocking all directions where the opponent could avoid.

A pitch-black guillotine appeared at the neck of the woman in red.

at last.

A bolt of lightning shot out from Chen Lin's body, turned into a cyan full-moon scimitar, and slashed down at the woman in red!

"ah!"

As a local native, Chu Funiu had never seen such a dazzling attack.

Suddenly he exclaimed.

She had no experience in dealing with this type of attack, so she seemed a little flustered and lost consciousness for a moment.

Therefore, the opportunity to dodge was lost.

Several attacks all fell on her body, and she was enveloped in colorful lights.

But Chen Lin discovered.

The other party was not killed!

Neither the flame palm nor other attacks played a decisive role.

An extremely powerful aura erupted from the opponent's body, forming some kind of force field, making all his attacks ineffective.

Only the death gaze caused damage to the opponent.

In addition, judging from the other party's reaction, it seems that he was also affected by the art of silence. He lost his voice and his perception was weakened.

But these two methods are not enough to kill the opponent.

Chen Lin looked stern.

He urged the giant sword to lift up a lot, then reached out and pulled out the wooden sword.

The spiritual state is turned on.
Chapter completed!
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