The murderous sword Wu in front of him is more than twice as powerful as the one Long Fei faced on the Jade Bridge, and it is even more difficult to deal with.

Guided by the sound of killing sounds, this set of bright moon sword dances, which are inherited from the ancient Moon Palace, has been improved and evolved for tens of thousands of years and is truly worthy of its reputation.

The ten grandmasters, Martial Saints, cooperated with the sound of Fang Qingxuan's flute, not only simply combined the strength of these people, but increased exponentially.

As long as you get caught in it, any genius of the Holy Son will have to go through a hard battle.

Many geniuses refused to go ahead because they were not sure. They broke this murderous sword dance in a very short time, and even if they won, they would take a lot of effort.

However, they did not expect that this limelight was snatched by Xiao Chen, and it was inevitable that they would no longer scold him for being arrogant.

Many people were sneering, wanting to see how the arrogant Xiao Chen fell into this murderous sword dance and lost the opportunity to win the Longmen Mountain card in order to show off.

Will Xiao Chen be trapped in the murderous sword dance and waste a lot of time and expose his trump card?

Obviously not. Since you can't find a flaw, you will force yourself to create a flaw.

When the flying killing sword dance was about to completely cover Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen smiled slightly and opened his mouth with a loud roar, which came from his mouth.

The magic power burned in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the Dragon Sound Technique was used with all its strength. The dragon roar that exploded instantly shook the sky, thousands of times more terrifying than the Nine Heavens Thunder.

A beam of light shone through the broken clouds and fell on Xiao Chen, illuminating the Qinglong King in the white clothes with golden light, shaking the eyes of the flowers.

Immediately afterwards, the clouds of thousands of miles were shattering like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and the light spread from Xiao Chen to the entire world.

In an instant, it seemed that because of Xiao Chen, the whole world was several times brighter, making everyone feel the dazzling sunshine.

It was just because of his Qinglong King that a long roar broke through the sky, and the sound moved everywhere, shattering the sky thousands of miles away!

The Mingyue Sword Dance does not have any shortcomings, but as long as you grasp it well, you can simply create a flaw.

That flaw was naturally amid the sound of Fang Qingxuan's flute full of killing sounds.

The Dragon Sound Art is mainly used to deal with the spiritual martial arts of the gods, but martial arts are dead and humans live.

As long as it can disrupt the opponent's rhythm, any martial arts can be used. This is the reason for learning and applying them.

The moment the clouds shattered and the sun shone on the ground, Xiao Chen moved. He rushed over along a straight line. The white-clothed disciples in front were immediately hit like sandbags and flew everywhere.

The rhythm of the Mingyue Sword Dance has been destroyed. In front of Xiao Chen, these Moon Palace disciples are just ordinary master-level martial saints, so naturally they can't stop Xiao Chen in a single round.

In an instant, Xiao Chen rushed to Fang Qingxuan. Because he was a flute player, Fang Qingxuan was taken care of by Xiao Chen's Dragon Sound Art.

At this moment, Fang Qingxuan's face was pale, and a trace of blood was overflowing from the corner of her mouth. As soon as she held the sword in her hand, Xiao Chen slapped her wrist with a palm, and the sword fell to the ground.

He kept moving, Xiao Chen bullied his body and slashed hard with his palm. When he was about to fall, his heart would be moved and he would keep his hand in time.

The palm fell on Fang Qingxuan's right shoulder, and a force was emitted, knocking her body away without hurting her at all.

A dragon roar, a round, the famous bright moon sword dance was easily broken by Xiao Chen.

As many people originally expected, Xiao Chen would be entangled, but the Mingyue Sword Dance was soon disintegrated by Xiao Chen with a thunderous force.

The wind sways the remaining clouds, without any delay, and is clean and neat.

Xiao Chen's white clothes technique stands on the most eye-catching arena. If it weren't for the clouds in the sky that were still slowly gathering together, many people would probably have doubted it.

Everything I saw was just an illusion.

"Give up!"

Xiao Chen turned around and bowed to the white-clothed disciple who was still on the stage.

The disciple of the Moon Palace bent over gracefully, returned the greeting and then floated away, like a fairy dancing in the air, always so pleasing to the eye.

In the jade buildings in the sky, the saints seemed quite shocked. Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen would break the Mingyue Sword Dance so easily.

Everyone was silent, and seemed to be unable to accept this reality.

In the jade building where Zhou Tianxing Palace is located, Chu Yang stood up and was about to rush down. Fu Hongyao and a group of elders quickly stopped him.

"Son of the Holy Son, don't worry, it's just the beginning. He won't be powerful for long." An old man from the goatee in the Zhoutianxing Palace persuaded.

Fu Hongyao whispered: "Senior brother, don't worry. There are no fewer experts on the 100 small arenas below. Many old geniuses from the last heroes' event are all in it. Those people are all in their forties and their cultivation is not low."

"I will definitely be able to force him to shoot the knife. At that time, he will naturally know his depth at a glance."

Chu Yang's expression changed and he sat down slowly and said, "I'll let him show off for a while first. When he jumps high, he's stomping hard."

The Five Poisons Sect is located in the Jade Tower. The Saint Son of the Five Poisons Sect looks gloomy and he quickly makes a decision and watch it for a while.

In the Wan Yao Island and his party, Yan Shisan said in surprise: "I forgot a little. He knows the Dragon Sound Art. Wait a little longer. Only after he makes a knife can he truly find out his strength."

rub!

On the ring, the woman in white had just left, and a man couldn't wait to fly forward, holding a heavy stick and came to the opposite of Xiao Chen.

"It's Wang Meng!"

"He ranked fourth at the last Four Seas Heroes Conference. Now twenty years have passed, and his cultivation has long reached the level of quasi-emperor. He can definitely fight Xiao Chen!"

As soon as this person appeared, it immediately caused a stir and was recognized by many people.

Xiao Chen looked at him with a deep cultivation level, not much worse than some saints. His only regret was that he was older and his potential had been tapped.

If there is no chance, it will be difficult to become an emperor in this life.

Wang Meng poked the long stick in his hand heavily in the ring, and countless cracks immediately cracked open on the ground. As the wind and clouds surged, the opponent's momentum continued to condense.

Holding the long stick in one hand and spinning it violently, the wind howled even more violently. A simple move completely brought his momentum to the peak.

Even the air became solidified under the pressure of his aura, pressing towards Xiao Chen like mountains and rivers.

"Wang Meng, I have heard of the name of the Qinglong King for a long time. I came to fight with you today. I have offended you!"

After the words came, Wang Meng shouted angrily, soared into the air, and pressed towards Xiao Chen with a stick.

He was like a mountain. After a moment of getting up, the power of his feet twitching made the ring unable to bear it and shaking violently.

With one stick, a strange phenomenon suddenly arises, and three huge mountains and rivers gather in the sky. The magnificence of the mountains and rivers makes people stunned.

There were faint cracks in the air, and you can imagine how powerful this stick is.

Just when everyone thought that Xiao Chen had to take out his sword to face this powerful mysterious martial art.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen also took out a long stick.

The long stick rotates like the wind in his hand, the strong wind whistles, and the overwhelming momentum pours out. The sky darkens in an instant, and the thunder and clouds are dense, as if it is the end of the world.

One after another, lightning flashed through the sky. When the long stick in Wang Meng's hand was about to be pressed down, the long stick in Xiao Chen's hand stopped abruptly and was not rotating.

The strong wind carried tens of thousands of lightning, behind Xiao Chen, it seemed like he was pulling tens of ancient beasts running in the air, forming a vast and shocking picture.

Xiao Chen did not move, and he gently sent Wang Meng forward with a stick in his hand. The power of wind and thunder suddenly exploded at this moment.

He is like the king who commands all his troops, wearing white clothes, standing on the blood-stained battlefield, with an outstanding style that no one can compare to.

The three mountains that were pressed down fell apart and collapsed and shattered in an instant after Xiao Chen poked them with a stick.

Wang Meng, who was fierce and imposing, spat out a mouthful of blood in the air and staggered to the ground.

Whoosh!

Xiao Chen held a stick like a gun, jumped out of thin air, and forced him over the moment Wang Meng landed.

Wang Meng retreated again and again, and the tip of the stick was always only an inch away from his throat. The intimidating momentum made him step back in panic.

He retreated all the time, retreated to the edge of the arena, and almost fell down. Xiao Chen's steps sank and his long stick was about to be taken back.

Wang Mengxin thumped and said intimidatingly that it was so dangerous. If she really fell down, her face would be greatly lost.

"Give up!"

Xiao Chen bowed and bowed, and his face was neither arrogant to defeat his opponent nor hypocritical. He was as calm as autumn water, polite and concise.

Wang Meng felt a burning fever on his face. Without saying a word, he turned around and left, and there was nothing to say.

Before he went on stage, his idea was very simple, just to step on the outdated Qinglong King and gain a good reputation at the heroes' grand event.

If he really did it, after thinking about it, when his life was discussed, he would definitely make another move, giving the Green Dragon King the last blow to the Beihai Tianjiao.

But the ending was a bit cruel. He couldn't even take over Xiao Chen's move. If Xiao Chen hadn't stopped in time, he would have lost even more ugly.

Not only did Wang Meng not accept such an ending, but many warriors in the Tianxinghai scene could not accept it either.

How could the old genius in Tianxinghai not be able to catch a single move in the hands of this outsider, and he was defeated by the stick technique he was best at.

The scene was silent, and hundreds of thousands of people didn't say anything, as if they were mute. They were all planning to look at the arrogant Xiao Chen, how could they be stepped on?

But reality is ruthlessly slapped in the face. How can it be accepted? How can it be accepted!

At the lively heroic event, it seems that there has never been such a scene in the past ten thousand years. Hundreds of thousands of people are silent and quiet.

After a while, three more veteran geniuses all came on the field, but they were all defeated by Xiao Chen, all of which were defeated in one move.

Xiao Chen will use whatever weapon the opponent uses. Under the simulation of the Transformation Skill, Xiao Chen is no worse than his opponent in every weapon.
Chapter completed!