Wang Kun looked at Xiao Chen without retreating but advancing, and was slightly stunned, "Have you given up on yourself?"

"We have known each other for so long, do you think I will give up on myself?" Xiao Chen grinned, with a bright red on the corner of his mouth, which seemed extremely dazzling at this moment.

"No!" Wang Kun said seriously.

"So it's all over." After the words came, Xiao Chen slapped the Nether Fire in the palm of his right hand towards Wang Kun.

"It's useless!" Wang Kun said lightly, and his scales changed red again.

"If it's useful, you'll know if it's useful!" Xiao Chen shouted, his speed did not decrease, and he suddenly slapped Wang Kun on the shoulder. At the same time, a red light flashed in his left eye, and all the killing swords appeared out of nowhere and stabbed Wang Kun.

Thousands of killing swords were silent, and Xiao Chen used all the killing swords accumulated since the war at this moment.

The moment he felt the sword of killing appeared, Wang Kun's face changed slightly, and the red scales instantly turned black.

Xiao Chen had just collided with Wang Kun and realized that the black scales had very strong power and defense. Unfortunately, he had never been exposed to the Sword of Killing.

The Sword of Killing ignored the black scales and instantly fell into Wang Kun's body. In just a moment, countless blood holes appeared on Wang Kun's body, and then the Netherworld Fire began to burn his body.

"What kind of sword technique are you doing? What kind of fire are you doing?" Wang Kun, whose body was slowly burned, had no sadness or anger in his eyes, only peace.

"The sword technique is called the Sword of Killing, ignores any defense, the flame is called Netherworld Fire, nothing else!"

Xiao Chen said lightly.

"We won, we won!" Dongfang Jinlong and other powerful humans roared, their faces blushed with excitement.

"How is it possible? How can the Lord lose? He is a royal family, how can he lose?" Qianmeng Zhenren shouted in disbelief, and even insect-eating showed an incredible expression.

The remaining foreign powerhouses looked at Wang Kun, who was gradually burned out, and looked at the man opposite him who looked like a golden-armored god. They felt fear in their hearts.

"Wang Kun, I won in the end." Xiao Chen looked at Wang Kun, who had no more than half of his body, and felt relieved.

"Maybe." Wang Kun said lightly.

"Oh!" At the same time, Tian Xing'er's sigh sounded in his mind.

"Huh?" Xiao Chen was a little confused, one because of Wang Kun's words, maybe, and the other because of Tian Xing'er's sigh.

"The alien royal family is the most noble among the alien races. Each royal family has its own special natural magical power. The chameleon not only has the magical power of color change, but also has another magical power, which is molting."

"molt?"

"That's right, the chameleon can shed its skin every ten thousand years, which means that the chameleon can have an extra life every year. If the only layer of skin that Wang Kun retired in front of him is just the burning layer of skin, then he will shed it and reborn!"

"Is this cheating?" Xiao Chen was completely stunned. The Netherworld Fire burned Wang Kun's entire body, and the system did not sound a prompt sound.

This made Xiao Chen completely sink. It was too crap. He could even shed his skin and reborn. The Sword of Killing has been used by him, and the only thing he can do to harm Wang Kunqi now is the Netherworld Fire.

"It seems that I still underestimate you, Xiao Chen!"
Chapter completed!