Immemorial Sword Venerable Chapter 768 carapace
Seeing that, He Huahui laughed coldly, forcefully took action, and directly rushed to Lin Yaner’s side, then grabbed towards Lin Yaner.
It was at this time that the void hand appeared. It was the same scene as when Hei Tai had launched a sneak attack on Xingyue, the void hand directly penetrating through He Huahui’s palm.
Blood splattered everywhere in the sky.
When He Huahui stabilized his body, two figures, one in front and one behind, appeared in front of Lin Yaner.
Seeing that, Huan Wuming laughed, and then used an illusion to counter Fang Chen’s illusion technique.
Huan Wuming was an expert in illusions, in the younger generation of the Ancient Sword Continent, there was probably no one who was more proficient in illusions than him.
But right now, there was actually someone using an illusion technique on him. Huan Wuming laughed, laughing extremely arrogantly.
However, he was soon unable to laugh.
When his illusion techniques interweaved with Fang Chen’s, he was immediately pushed back a few steps, his clothes were in a mess.
The battle between the two was exceptionally intense.
“Huan Wuming, why did you stop me?” He Huahui was very displeased, and asked with a heavy voice.
After hearing about the Body King’s tomb, He Huahui also calmed down. He stared at Fang Chen and said: “For the body king inheritance, I’ll let you go first. After I obtain the body king inheritance, I’ll definitely kill you.”
After He Huahui agreed to stop, he looked at Fang Chen and asked: “Fang Chen, what do you think?”
The Body King Tomb shook for a moment, but did not shatter.
“Since you want to fight, then fight.”
In the next moment, an iron armor appeared on He Huahui’s arm. This iron armor tightly wrapped around He Huahui’s arm.
For a moment, Fang Chen was actually unable to do anything to He Huahui, and the latter used this loophole to continuously oppress Fang Chen.
“Brat, I am Iron Fist He Huahui, how can I be compared with you?”
“Brat, obediently move aside. I can spare your life, or else my iron fists will smash your soul into pieces.” He Huahui berated.
Fang Chen shook his head and sighed. He did not want to use his true intent, but there was nothing he could do.