Chapter Five Hundred and Seventy First: Second Defeat

Mingyue Sword Dance does not have any shortcomings, but as long as it is well grasped, it can easily create a flaw.

The opening was naturally in the sound of Fang Qingxuan's flute full of killing sounds.

The Long Yin Jue is mainly used to deal with the spiritual martial arts of the gods, but martial arts are dead, and people are alive.

As long as it can disrupt the opponent's rhythm, any martial skill can be used, and this is the reason for learning and using it flexibly.

At the moment when the clouds shattered and the sun shone directly on the ground, Xiao Chen moved. He rushed across in a straight line, and the white-clothed disciples who stood in front of him were immediately thrown around like sandbags.

The rhythm of Mingyue Sword Dance has been destroyed. These Moon Palace disciples are just ordinary master-level martial saints in front of Xiao Chen. Naturally, they can't stop Xiao Chen in one round.

In an instant, Xiao Chen rushed in front of Fang Qingxuan. Because she was a flute player, Fang Qingxuan was taken care of by Xiao Chen's Long Yin Jue.

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

The movement was non-stop, Xiao Chen slammed forward, and slashed with his palm again. When he was about to fall, his heart was moved, and he kept his hand in time.

The palm fell on Fang Qingxuan's right shoulder, and a force came out, which only knocked her body away without hurting her at all.

With a dragon's chant and one round, the world-famous Mingyue Sword Dance was easily broken by Xiao Chen.

Many people had expected that the situation where Xiao Chen would be entangled did not happen, but Mingyue Jianwu was quickly disintegrated by Xiao Chen with a thunderous force.

Wind and clouds, not dragging its feet, clean and neat.

Xiao Chen's white-clothed Juejue, standing on the stage that attracted the most attention, if it wasn't for the thousands of miles of clouds in the sky that were still slowly gathering, many people would have doubted it.

Everything you see is just an illusion.

"Concession!"

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

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

In the jade towers in the air,

All the saint sons were quite shocked. They never expected that Xiao Chen would break Mingyue Jianwu so easily.

Everyone was silent, as if they couldn't accept this reality.

In the Yulou where Zhou Tianxing Palace is located, Chu Yang stood up with a sullen face, and was about to charge down. Fu Hongyao and a group of elders hurriedly stopped him.

"Holy Son, don't worry, it's just the beginning, he won't last long." An old man with a goatee from Zhou Tian Xing Palace persuaded him.

Fu Hongyao said softly: "Senior brother, you really don't need to worry. There are not a few masters on the one hundred small rings below. Many old-fashioned talents from the last Heroes' Grand Gathering are in there. Those people are all in their forties. Not low."

"I'm sure he can be forced to take out the sword. When the time comes, you can tell his depth at a glance."

Chu Yang's expression changed, he sat down slowly and said, "I'll let him shudder for a while, and when he jumps high, I'll step on it hard."

In the jade building where the Five Poisons Sect is located, the Saint Son of the Five Poisons Sect had an uncertain expression on his face. He made a quick decision and waited for a while.

Among the group on Wan Yao Island, Yan Shisan said in a bit of astonishment: "I almost forgot that he knows the Dragon Sound Art. Wait a little longer. Only after he draws his saber can we truly find out his strength."

rub!

On the ring, just as the white-clothed woman left, there was a person who couldn't wait to fly forward, holding a heavy long stick, and came to the opposite of Xiao Chen.

"It's Wang Meng!"

"At the last Heroes of the World, he ranked fourth. Now that twenty years have passed, his cultivation has already reached the realm of quasi-emperor, and he will definitely be able to fight Xiao Chen!"

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

Xiao Chen stared at him, and found that this person's cultivation was indeed profound, not much worse than some holy sons. The only regret was that he was older and his potential had almost been tapped.

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

Wang Meng poked the ring heavily with the long stick in his hand, and countless cracks opened on the ground immediately. Amidst the turbulent wind and clouds, the opponent's momentum continued to gather.

Holding the long stick in one hand, he spun it around violently, and the gust of wind howled even more violently. This simple movement completely brought his aura to the peak.

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

"Wang Meng, I have heard the name of the Azure Dragon King for a long time, and I have offended you by coming to fight with Your Excellency today!"

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

His body was like a mountain, the moment he got up, the strength of his feet jogging made the ring unbearable, and he shook violently rumbling down.

Pressing it down with a stick, the vision suddenly appeared, and three huge mountains and rivers gathered in the sky. The grandeur of the mountains and rivers makes people jaw-dropping.

There were faint cracks in the air, one could imagine how powerful this stick was.

Just when everyone thought that Xiao Chen had to take out his own sword to face this powerful esoteric martial skill.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen also took out a long stick.

The long stick spun like the wind in his hand, the wind roared, and the overwhelming momentum poured out. The sky darkened in an instant, and the thunderclouds were dense, like the end of the world.

One after another lightning bolts pierced the sky, and 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 stopped spinning.

The gust of wind brought tens of thousands of lightning bolts, behind Xiao Chen, it seemed to be pulling thousands of ancient beasts, running through the air, forming a vast and shocking scene.

Xiao Chen didn't move his footsteps, and lightly sent Wang Meng forward with a long stick in his hand, the power of wind and thunder burst out suddenly at this moment.

He is like a king who commands thousands of armies, dressed in white, standing in the blood-stained battlefield, with outstanding demeanor that no one can match.

The three mountains that were pressed down fell apart under the poke of Xiao Chen with a stick, and they collapsed and shattered in an instant.

The ferocious and imposing Wang Meng spit out a mouthful of blood in mid-air and staggered to the ground.

Whoosh!

Holding a stick like a gun, Xiao Chen leaped up out of thin air, and the moment Wang Meng landed on the ground, he forced him over.

Wang Meng backed back again and again, the tip of the stick was always only an inch away from his throat, the intimidating momentum oppressed him and he retreated in a panic.

Keep retreating, retreating to the edge of the ring, almost falling, Xiao Chen's footsteps sank, and the long stick was quickly retracted.

Wang Meng's heart was pounding, and he said to himself that it was dangerous, if he really fell, it would be a great loss of face.

"Concession!"

Xiao Chen bowed his hands and saluted, his face showed neither the arrogance of defeating his opponent nor the hypocrisy of hypocrisy, he was as calm as autumn water, polite and polite.

Wang Meng felt a burning sensation on his face, turned around and left without saying a word, really having nothing to say.

Before taking the stage, his idea was very simple, he just wanted to step on the outdated Azure Dragon King and win a good name at the grand gathering of heroes.

If he really did it, after thinking about it, when his life history is talked about, he will definitely add an extra sum, the North Sea Tianjiao who gave the Azure Dragon King the final blow.

But the ending was a bit cruel, he couldn't even catch Xiao Chen's move, if Xiao Chen hadn't stopped in time, the defeat would have been even uglier.

Such an ending was not only unacceptable to Wang Meng, but also unacceptable to many warriors in Tian Xinghai.

Tian Xinghai's veteran Tianjiao, how could he be unable to catch a single move in the hands of this outsider, and was still defeated by his best stick technique.

The scene was silent, and hundreds of thousands of people did not speak, as if they were dumb. They all planned to see how the arrogant Xiao Chen would be trampled on.

The reality is mercilessly slapped in the face, how can I accept it, how can I accept it!

At the bustling gathering of heroes, it seemed that such a scene had never happened in the past 10,000 years. Hundreds of thousands of people were silent and peaceful.

Half a minute later, another three veteran Tianjiao all entered the stage, but they were all defeated by Xiao Chen, all with one move.

Whatever weapon the opponent uses, Xiao Chen will use whatever weapon. Under the simulation of Bianzi Jue, Xiao Chen is no worse than the opponent in every weapon.

The grand gathering of heroes was going on slowly in silence, there was no noise, no calling, no one speaking, nothing to say.

In this situation, the judges of the Moon Palace who watched it didn't know what to say.

Could it be that it is really impossible to even get Qinglong King Xiao Chen to draw his sword?

In the hearts of all the warriors in the Star Sea, a fire was simmering, how aggrieved and aggrieved they were.

Xiao Chen's actions made hundreds of thousands of fighters in Tianxinghai feel ashamed and furious, but there was nothing they could do.

Hundreds of thousands of people, no one dares to speak, what a tragedy.

On the ring stage, the veteran leader who ranked first in the previous Heroes Festival lost another move in the process of competing with Xiao Chen in spear skills.

After being defeated by the weapon he was best at, someone finally couldn't hold back the emotion in his heart, and cursed loudly: "How long will you so-called holy sons continue to be cowards!"

The sound echoed in the vast and quiet Mingyue Square, and it was a little sad.

After a moment of silence, the grievance and anger in everyone's hearts erupted at this moment.

Hundreds of thousands of people stood up at the same time, looked at the exquisite jade tower in the sky, and couldn't help shouting loudly.

"Inheritance of the Holy Land, Immortal for thousands of years, if you don't go now, when will it be!"