Chapter 1003 Win

As Wang Chen's voice fell, the atmosphere in the venue froze immediately, and murderous intent filled the sky in an instant!

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze, and there was silence in the arena.

"Hmph, Wang Chen?"

Hearing Wang Chen's words, after being forced back by Wang Chen's palm, the middle-aged man from the Yaowang Sect suddenly became ugly.

Wang Chen, the powerful young man in front of him turned out to be Wang Chen.

The Wang Family Wang Chen? Isn't he dead? How could it be here?

At this moment, the middle-aged man's expression was unkind, with a strong murderous intent. "Yaowangmen, very good!"

Looking at this middle-aged man, Wang Chen also had a grim expression and snorted coldly.

Medicine King Gate! That's right, this middle-aged man is from the Yaowang Sect. Thinking of his identity, Wang Chen's expression became even more gloomy.

The Yaowang family has a deep blood feud with his Wang family. It can be said that the Yaowangmen were the executioners who directly led to the demise of their royal family.

Moreover, a year ago, Wang Chen was blown off the cliff by a man from the Yaowang Sect. If he hadn't met Lan Menghan, he might have died by now.

And this year, Wang Chen experienced endless risks before he recovered to the current level.

Therefore, the Yaowang Sect not only has a blood feud with the Wang family, but also has a blood feud with Wang Chen.

At this moment, when Wang Chen saw the man from the Yaowang Sect, Wang Chen was naturally murderous.

"Hmph, very good, little bastard, you are alive, very good! Just in time, let me accept you today!"

Seeing Wang Chen's unkind expression, the man from the Yaowang Sect was also overbearing.

After the voice fell, both palms slapped out of thin air: "Death!"

With the clapping of both palms, suddenly, violent air waves spread towards the surroundings.

rumbling...

There was a low roar of palm wind.

A huge palm condensed out of nowhere in the air, and it pressed towards Wang Chen's head like a mountain pressing down on the top.

Before the first palm arrived, the palm wind rushed away violently first, shaking people in all directions, and they retreated again and again, for fear of harming the fish in the pond.

"Hmph... the light of rice grains dares to compete with the sun and the moon!"

Seeing the palm of the man from the Yaowang Sect, Wang Chen gave a cold snort of disdain, and the next moment, his figure suddenly exploded.

Shhhhh...

Unleashing the Fengshen Step, he stepped out seven steps in a row, stepping on the Big Dipper, and Wang Chen gathered the Yuanli soldiers in his hands: "Get out!"

A red light streaked across the sky, and the soldiers of Yuanli slammed fiercely at the incoming palm wind.

rumbling...

In the blink of an eye, the soldier of Yuanli bombarded the palm of Unreal.

Amidst the roaring sound, the palm quickly turned into dots of starlight and disappeared without a trace.

After a slight pause, Wang Chen rushed forward again: "Looking for death!"

"Death~!"

Facing the eighth-rank sect warriors, Wang Chen didn't hide the slightest bit, and his strength completely exploded.

The eight-door dunjia was opened, and the real energy in his body suddenly surged, and the dragons of real energy swam frantically in his meridians and roared.

Without opening the eight-door dunjia, it is very difficult to defeat this eighth-rank sect warrior, so Wang Chen directly opened the first seven doors of the eight-door dunjia, raising his strength to the extreme level.

With the opening of the eight-door Dunjia, Wang Chen's aura has soared to an unparalleled level at this moment, not inferior to the eighth-rank sect warriors, and even stronger than him!

His hair moved without wind, and Wang Chen's eyes were full of murderous intent.

Hoo hoo...

The red light streaked across the sky, triggering howling winds. The fierce sword energy shot towards the surroundings!

ding ding ding...

Before the long sword fell, the sword qi took the lead in torturing. It left deep marks on the extremely hard city wall.

The red light soared into the sky, covering the sky and covering the earth, and the sky and the earth were eclipsed. At this moment, in the whole world, there was only a piece of red light tormenting.

Watching Wang Chen's sword fall, the man from the Yaowang Sect showed a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

"how is this possible!"

In his heart, he exclaimed.

How could this Wang Chen be so strong, how could his aura soar again in such a short period of time? Moreover, after being promoted to this level, he is not inferior to his level at all?

This sword eclipsed the world, this sword made his soul tremble.

He quickly condensed his natal magic weapon in his hands. Facing Wang Chen at this moment, even he, an eighth-rank sect warrior, dared not be careless in the slightest.

However, he was an eighth-rank sect warrior after all, and he did not flinch from such a mighty sword strike.

With a flash of his feet, a row of phantoms appeared instantly from his figure, which was extremely fast.

Teng Teng Teng...

After taking a few steps in succession, the man also raised his strength to the extreme, and the sword went towards Wang Chen's Miesheng sword.

For a moment, the momentum of the two soared to the extreme.

The wind was howling and the waves were surging.

Looking at this scene, the onlookers who were forced to retreat a hundred meters away had expressions of shock and disbelief.

"Is this the battle of the strong?"

"How can it be so strong?"

"Wang Chen...he, unexpectedly..."

"I haven't seen him for a year, but he is so strong! How did he do it? Is he still human?"

"Twenty-one years old, he is only twenty-one years old!"

Seeing the strength Wang Chen displayed at this moment, everyone was horrified. They couldn't believe it. In front of them, this person who was as powerful as the eighth-rank sect martial artist turned out to be Wang Chen. Wang Chen, who disappeared from northern Xinjiang a year ago Chen.

In one year, he has improved so much.

Moreover, thinking that Wang Chen is only twenty-one years old now, their hearts are completely messed up.

twenty one years old! A 21-year-old warrior, in northern Xinjiang, can be considered a genius if he can step into the level of an emperor warrior. However, the current Wang Chen has reached the level of Zongwu Zong, and even has the qualifications to challenge the eighth-rank Zongwu Zhe!

How is this possible……

They were already filled with disbelief.

rumbling...

But when these people couldn't believe it and were full of emotions, Wang Chen had already confronted the man with one move.

The roar was endless, and the violent sword energy overflowed towards the surroundings.

Red light and black light soared into the sky, filling the sky and the earth.

With one move, Wang Chen only felt the energy and blood in his body tumbling.

As expected of an eighth-rank sect martial artist, the pressure brought by him is not generally strong.

Wang Chen is not feeling well at the moment, and the man from the Yaowang Sect is even more uncomfortable.

This is Wang Chen's strength? This is too bad?

At this moment, in his body, not only is the energy and blood rolling, but also the viscera and six internal organs are shaking endlessly! The power of Wang Chen's sword of destroying life has exceeded his imagination.

Is this the strength that a seventh-rank sect warrior can display?

That's right, as a seventh-rank sect warrior, as Wang Chen's aura was completely released, he could sense that Wang Chen was only the strength of a seventh-rank sect warrior.

Can a seventh-rank sect warrior be so strong?

The power of this move is not inferior to the strength of the eighth-rank sect warriors, or even the strength of the ninth-rank sect warriors. stronger than yourself.

puff...

Finally, the man from the Yaowang Sect couldn't bear it any longer, and opened his mouth, protruding a mouthful of blood.

His face turned pale with the mouthful of blood spurting out.

"roll!"

With a cold snort, the true energy in Wang Chen's body exploded again, charging towards the man from the Yaowangmen!

boom……

In the midst of a bang, under the screams, the man turned into a stream of light and flew backwards.

"Eighth-rank martial artist, that's all!"

Booming away the eighth-rank sect warrior, Wang Chen showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

His bloodline talent was not activated, the power of his bloodline was not activated, and even the ability of the Suzaku Eye was not used. Just relying on the eight-door armor, he was already blown away. He was nothing more than that.

With a flash of his figure, the Fengshen Step under his feet came out. Wang Chen didn't wait for the opponent to land, and chased him up.

Teng Teng Teng...

After a few steps, Wang Chen's figure flickered continuously, disappeared in place, dragged out a phantom, and came in front of the man before he fell to the ground.

"die!"

Under the terrified gaze of the man from the Yaowangmen, Wang Chen snorted coldly, stretched out one hand, and grabbed the opponent's clothes fiercely, and with a flick of his wrist, his strength exploded.

boom……

With a loud bang, Wang Chen pulled the martial artist of the Yaowang Sect by his collar, and pressed down hard on the ground.

Dust filled the sky, and amidst the screams, blood shot out...

Amidst the horrified eyes of everyone, this Zong warrior was ruthlessly pushed into the ground by Wang Chen.

Click...

The crisp sound of bones breaking came and reached everyone's ears, making people shudder.

ah ah ah...

Heart-piercing screams came, making people even more horrified.

"Down!"

In the dust, there was another shout from Wang Chen.

With a shout, he exerted force again.

The strength in Wang Chen's hands exploded again.

boom……

Amidst the bangs, there were waves of bone breaking sounds that made one's heart tremble.

Ka Ka Ka...

The ground was cracked, and among the dust, everyone vaguely saw that the head of the eighth-rank sect warrior was firmly embedded in the ground.

That's right, the incomparably strong city wall was smashed at this moment. The extremely weak head was embedded in the extremely solid ground.

Blood, like a fountain, slowly gushed out, and in an instant, the ground was stained red.

The audience was completely silent, and everyone held their breath and concentrated, with extremely weird expressions.

And Wang Chen, after finishing all this, slowly got up, let out a breath, and glanced coldly at the man from the Yaowangmen who was pushed forward to the ground in front of him, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth: "You Just the first!"

The first one, that's right, this is just the beginning of Wang Chen's revenge on the Yaowangmen, it is just the first Yaowangmen strongman beheaded, and there will be many more in the future.

After saying these words, Wang Chen stood up, like a god of war, and glanced at the audience.

In the arena, at this moment, there was deathly silence, no one said a word, not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Shock, at this moment, there is only shock left in these people's hearts, and there is nothing else except shock.