The Female Lord Of Resentment, And The Eighteen-Winged Six Seraphs

Chapter 869 Elusive

An angry look appeared on Zhao Yongchang's face, and he roared: "Little beast, I will let you know the price of irritating me!"

"Kowloon whip legs!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yongchang tapped his toes on the ground and suddenly ejected.

As if he had turned into an afterimage, he quickly approached Shen Xuan, and then struck Shen Xuan's neck with a sharp whip.

Shen Xuan looked calm, stepped lightly, and passed by Zhao Yongchang's "943" feet elegantly.

Fishing fishing fishing...

Shen Xuan's figure turned into phantoms, shuttling through the house at an extremely fast speed, making Zhao Yongchang unpredictable.

Shen Xuan walked around Zhao Yongchang with a ghostly figure and slapped him on the shoulder.

Zhao Yongchang panicked and quickly turned his body to the side, narrowly avoiding Shen Xuan's palm. However, his cheek was slightly scratched and blood oozed from his skin.

"Asshole!" Zhao Yongchang shouted angrily, his heart filled with shock and horror. How could Shen Xuan avoid his attack?

Zhao Yongchang retreated while condensing his strong energy, preparing to launch a new round of attack.

Shen Xuan's eyes were slightly half-squinted, and a cold light burst out from his eyes.

"Thunder Fist!"

"Crazy Lion Seal!"

Shen Xuan let out a low cry, the muscles in his right arm bulged, and a vein was clearly visible.

"boom!"

In the next moment, Shen Xuan's body seemed to turn into a cannonball and slammed into Zhao Yongchang.

Zhao Yongchang was caught off guard, and his body flew four or five meters away and fell to the ground.

"Pfft -" Zhao Yongchang spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale, his chest was shaking violently, and he obviously suffered serious internal injuries.

Zhao Yongchang struggled to get up from the ground and said with a sinister face: "You brat, you are dead!"

After the words fell, Zhao Yongchang rushed towards Shen Xuan again, his hands were like claws, and he tore fiercely. There was a faint sound of harsh wind, which obviously contained terrifying destructive power.

Zhao Yongchang is a genuine two-star martial artist. His full strength is enough to rival a martial artist in the early stages of the innate realm.

"Huchihuchi————"

Shen Xuan did not dare to fight head-on, and continuously used the 'Thunder Fist' while continuously retreating to keep the distance between them.

Soon, Shen Xuan opened a safe distance.

Zhao Yongchang stopped chasing, his face was uncertain, and he asked in a deep voice: "Boy, what is your name? Why haven't I heard of it before?"

"Shen Xuan!" Shen Xuan said lightly...

"It turns out it's you!" Zhao Yongchang said suddenly, his eyes flickering: "No wonder you have such weird and unpredictable body skills!"

"Hmph! Now it's my turn to counterattack!" Shen Xuan snorted coldly, stepped on the ground, and rushed out like a cheetah, his speed increasing sharply.

"Seeking death!" Seeing this, Zhao Yongchang cursed angrily, crossed his hands, protected his head, and made the strongest defensive posture.

"Thunder Palm!" Shen Xuan shouted violently, raised his palm high above his head, a surging force gathered on his wrist, and then slashed at Zhao Yongchang Wolf.

"Boom!" A dazzling electric light flashed, and the air crackled.

"0.1 What a domineering thunder energy!"

Zhao Yongchang raised his eyebrows, feeling a dangerous warning sign in his heart. He quickly kicked the ground with both feet, and his whole body spun like a top. He moved more than ten centimeters to the side, barely avoiding the palm. .

Boom!

The next moment, Shen Xuan's palm hit a table hard, and sawdust flew into the air and the table fell apart instantly. .