Chapter 762: Killing!

As the half saints fell down after being hit one by one, the mad dragon slowly dissipated, and the hall returned to calm again.

A trace of unconcealable panic flashed in the eyes of the many half-sages who were injured on the ground, and Yan Shisan, who was standing with his hands behind his back on the king's stone platform.

"Xiaobai, you use a sword. I'll help you take this Heavenly Ice Sword."

Xuanyu saw Xiaobai's eyes moved, smiled slightly, and said softly. If at this time, he could help her get the Sky Ice Sword, he would definitely be able to capture the opponent's heart in one fell swoop.

Xuanyu's second uncle, who was beside him, changed his expression drastically upon hearing the words.

Xiaobai couldn't help but frowned deeply, seeing that Xuan Yu was about to make a move, he said in a hurry, "No need, I'll get it myself."

Seeing that Xiaobai flew out first, Jiang Zimo and Mu Xinya followed closely behind.

Xuan Yu's complexion changed slightly, he didn't expect that Xiao Bai would directly make a move in order not to accept his favor, and was about to get up and come out with a cold snort.

"Don't, don't be impulsive. This person is Yan Shisan, the evil genius of the king's family. You are no match for him."

Xuan Yu's second uncle hastened to stop him, and told him about all the horrors of the king's family.

After listening to the other party's narration, Xuan Yu's complexion changed, and he slowly stopped the thought of making a move. Slaughtering Sword Dao, if the source of life is really injured, my future will be completely ruined.

Xiao Chen, who had been planning to watch a play, suddenly saw a familiar figure flying out of the crowd, his face froze, and he smiled helplessly and said: "At the beginning, she really shouldn't be allowed to go to the way of swordsmanship."

With light footsteps, Xiao Chen flew away on the phantom of a blue dragon, intending to stop Xiao Bai in advance.

Yan Shisan's killing swordsmanship is obviously different from the killing mood of ordinary warriors, it is a pure and extreme killing way. Using killing as a sword, exterminating everything and destroying vitality, accidentally hurting the original source, cannot be recovered within a few days of cultivation.

The dragon chant resounded for nine days, resounding in all directions, and flying on the dragon, Xiao Chen jumped up and rushed to Xiaobai and Jiang Zimo Mu Xinya in an instant.

On the 100-meter-high stone platform in front of him, Yan Shisan stood with his hands behind his back, without any movement, but the mad dragon formed by three killing blades was writhing around him.

As soon as he saw someone approaching, he immediately howled and rushed over.

Kill kill kill kill!

Xiao Chen faced the mad dragon composed of three killing blades head on,

I have personally experienced the killing intent contained in the blade.

Thousands of swords are fighting for the front, each sword is ferocious, like a beast showing its fangs, tearing and roaring, the voices gather together.

Condensed into tens of thousands of killing words, like the rising and falling tide, poured into Xiao Chen's mind, making him confused and feeling terrified.

Xiao Chen finally understood that those half-saints were struggling to cope with the mad dragon formed by a sword blade, and they all lost in the end.

It's not that they are too weak, but that Yan Shisan is too strong, and his killing swordsmanship is too strong, killing everything in the world and destroying eternal vitality!

As long as the state of mind and mental strength are not as good as him, he will be like a pig and dog in front of him, and will be swallowed by the cold and ruthless killing sword.

Let you be true? Your true energy is strong, no matter how many martial arts, no matter how many secret treasures, you will not be able to display even 70% of your strength, and losing is just a matter of seconds.

Xiao Chen roared wildly, and the spiritual power in the sea of ​​consciousness, like a river churning, the water waves surging, drove the words "killing" out of his mind under the turbulence.

The state of mind returned to normal, Xiao Chen's eyes were clear, and countless magnificent hymns sounded in the heaven and earth, floating back and forth in the hall.

The hymn tells distant legends, and every time it floats around, the annual ring of history turns a big circle, and the ancient epic becomes thicker.

Essence, energy and spirit, the three kinds of power are consumed and condensed at the same time, and the power Xiao Chen has mastered is also increasing rapidly, watching the three sword-bladed mad dragons flying towards him.

Taking a step forward, Xiao Chen advanced instead of retreating, and punched out.

Fist of the Gods, a distant legend!

Thousands of brilliance, dazzling, condensed into substance, like ink and paint, slanted out. It collided with the killing dragon composed of tens of thousands of sword blades.

Heavy voices spread out one after another in the hall. Every ray of brilliance and killing blades are engaged in a desperate struggle, like two armies of ten thousand people fighting fiercely on the battlefield.

The battle song was passionate, the blood was like mist, and the fierce fight gave out one after another terrifying aura, splashing everywhere, and roaring explosions on the ground.

The entire hall began to tremble violently, in a hurry, as if a mountain torrent erupted, the snow mountain collapsed, and at a critical moment, if he didn't run for his life, he would suffer immediate catastrophe.

This is the Cemetery of the Canopy King Xingchen, so naturally there won't be any mountain torrents or snow-capped mountains, it's just the atmosphere created by the two fighting each other.

Quite a few people had heavy faces, looking at the two people in the air, with frightened eyes shining in their eyes.

What kind of monstrous genius is it that can fight under the Martial Saint, and it creates such a terrifying atmosphere that people dare not watch and stop.

When everything cleared up and the wind and waves cleared, he raised his eyes and looked into the distance, Yan Shisan's terrifying sword-bladed mad dragon was actually blocked by Xiao Chen.

The Slaughter Blade Mad Dragon, which made many half saints terrified and defeated in seconds, disappeared after being bombarded for the first time. In the frontal confrontation, they were evenly matched.

"It's him, the white-robed swordsman Xiao Chen!"

Many people in the chaos recognized Xiao Chen's appearance. That day when he gave an order in Huanluo City, he retreated the villain Wu Yuankai.

Let his reputation spread throughout Hunluo City. Most of the people here are warriors from Hunluozhou. After a little recollection, Xiao Chen's identity and origin came to mind.

Seeing that he was able to compete with Yan Shisan, he was undoubtedly not surprised, and he looked at it attentively.

On Xiaobai's pure and charming face, she jumped with joy, the corners of her eyes were foggy, and she couldn't help but stepped forward to hug Xiao Chen.

"Don't move, stand behind me, and come back to train you again, do you know how dangerous it was just now!"

A familiar voice sounded, Xiaobai had a bitter face and felt aggrieved, but he was still obedient, and stepped back a hundred steps with Mu Xinya and Jiang Zimo.

Xuan Yu, who was in the crowd, saw this scene. He and Xiao Bai had been together for so long, and he had never seen Xiao Bai so well-behaved. The fire of jealousy blazed in his heart.

"I'll let you show off, and when you are seriously injured by Yan Shisan, I'll humiliate you again." Xuan Yu glanced at Xiao Chen, and said viciously in his heart.

On the stone platform with the Heavenly Ice Sword inserted, Yan Shisanyi was dressed in black, his body was like a javelin, his straight body was as motionless as a mountain, and there was no superfluous expression on his stern face.

In addition to being cold, it is still cold.

"Since you are a swordsman, why use some of the protoss' side ways."

As soon as his eyes were fixed, a trace of anger flashed in Yan Shisan's eyes, and he stabbed Xiao Chen like a sharp knife.

Xiao Chen smiled wryly in his heart. This person might have misunderstood him. He felt that he had underestimated him, so he could just use other tricks to deal with him.

But in Xiao Chen's current situation, the Heavenly God Fist has integrated three kinds of energies, and it has actually surpassed the original Heavenly God Fist, not much weaker than Xiao Chen's sword skills.

In terms of explosive power and destructive power alone, it is even stronger.

However, since Yan Shisan said so, Xiao Chen didn't intend to let him continue to misunderstand, and he would use his sword whenever he used it.

Qingdi's sword-drawing technique, these days, he has never been too late to practice, and now he can instantly create ninety-nine and eighty-one different trajectories.

The opponent has the sword intent of the peak, and his sword intent has reached 70%. Saber Intent is inherently stronger than Sword Intent, although the realm is worse, but it will not collapse immediately.

With the Moon Shadow Knife in hand, Xiao Chen rode on the Qinglong and slowly held the handle of the knife with his right hand. The saber gesture immediately merged the surrounding environment and his own artistic conception together, enveloping Yan Shisan.

Yan Shisan didn't take it seriously at first, but then his eyes lit up, and his face gradually became solemn. He couldn't see through the direction and trajectory of Xiao Chen's shot.

In the void, there are figures of Xiao Chen holding the saber everywhere, in front of him, left and right, up and down, it seems that there is no place where he might use the saber.

"It's kind of interesting, but in the face of strong strength, superb skills are nothing."

Yan Shisan nodded secretly in his heart, admitting that he was not as good as the other party in the skill of drawing swords, but he didn't take it too seriously. There is too much difference in absolute strength, and it is impossible for the opponent to use this advantage to kill himself in one blow.

As long as he can't kill himself in seconds, Yan Shisan can kill the opponent in an instant, because in his opinion, Xiao Chen only has one chance.

At the entrance of the distant palace, Nangong Qiong saw that the two seemed about to fight, and her thoughts were in a mess.

"This Xiao Chen is really worrying. He looks quiet and quiet, but when he sees a beautiful woman, he goes completely crazy. He dares to mess with anyone."

"No, Miss Ben asks herself that she is not inferior to that little fox in terms of national beauty and beauty. Why doesn't he respond to me?"

"Bah, bah, where am I going, I have to stop them, otherwise Xiao Chen might not have the strength to help me open the stele when we reach the core of the palace later."

Just when Yan Shisan's hand was about to touch the hilt of his sword, a simple wooden umbrella approached slowly. Nan Gongqiong held the umbrella handle, smiled slightly, and appeared beside Xiao Chen.

"Thirteenth Young Master, long time no see."

Seeing Nangong Qiong's appearance, Yan Shisan was obviously taken aback, and even walked together with Xiao Chen, secretly said: "Ying Qiong, do you want to help him?"

"Don't worry about it, anyway, you can't fight this person right now, just grab your Sky Ice Sword and leave."

The two exchanged a few words quickly, Yan Shisan glanced at it, and Xiao Bai behind Xiao Chen thoughtfully, holding his black saber and sending it forward lightly.

Yan Shisan said calmly: "My Yan family is not short of a magic weapon, but this day's ice sword is the most compatible with my killing sword, so I must get it."

"The sword in my hand is called Xueyu, and it is no worse than the Tianbing sword in terms of material, craftsmanship, and charm. After five years of cultivation, it will become a sub-skilled weapon, and it will be given to the little girl behind you."

With a slight toss, the black brilliance on the Xueyu sword peeled off like paint. It was the killing spirit that Yan Shisan had tempered on it for many years.

When all the black brilliance dissipated, the Xueyu sword returned to its original appearance, the whole body was as white as snow, spotless, and the cold light was restrained.

Xiao Chen took the Xueyu Sword, looked at Yan Shisan, and then at Nangong Qiong who was pretending to be smiling, as if he understood something.