Chapter 988: Grandmaster Martial Saint?

Such a scene, however, shocked Ouyang Long underground. Looking at Xiao Chen who was dressed in white under the moonlight, there was a natural guru demeanor flowing from his body.

"Grandmaster demeanor! He has been promoted to a master-level martial saint, no, his cultivation level is still far behind, and he is not yet a master-level martial saint."

Ouyang Long didn't dare to think about it, he didn't care about the other Zixiao Sword Sect disciples, he turned around and ran away.

As soon as his heart moved, the bright moon in the sky slowly dispersed, looking at Ouyang Long who was running away, a murderous look flashed across Xiao Chen's face.

He stepped on two thunder dragons, galloping like lightning, with a flash of light.

The purple thunder talisman in the sea of ​​consciousness rotates continuously, and the power of will is blessed on the Thunder Dragon under its feet.

It made Xiao Chen look like he was stepping on a thunderbolt horse, blending with the thunder light. It was amazingly fast, with a few accelerations, he caught up with the injured Ouyang Long.

Bang bang bang!

Ouyang Long had no sword in his hand, and he was wounded again, how could he hold Xiao Chen, but he was knocked down by Xiao Chen after only ten strokes, he was very weak.

"Ahem, Xiao Chen, don't be too high-minded. Not only will you not be able to go to the King Conferring Ceremony this time, you will also not be able to survive."

Ouyang Long knew that he was bound to die, so he screamed in despair: "You bastard, you will definitely die on the way..."

Xiao Chen didn't wait for him to finish speaking, stretched out his hand and pointed, a ray of knife light flashed, and there was a blood hole between his eyebrows, lifeless.

He took off the space ring in his hand, weighed it, and put it into his own universe ring.

Ouyang Long's words before his death echoed in his mind, you are walking a dead end, a dead end.

Xiao Chen's eyes drifted to the distance, which was the direction of Zhongzhou Martial God Palace. His footsteps, without any hesitation, without the slightest retreat, walked forward without hesitation.

Just like the heart of a swordsman, don't panic, don't hesitate, rather bend than bend.

Above the sky, on a heavy battleship, people from the three great families of kings gathered together.

In the control room, the eldest sons of Yan Shishi and Jiang Lin's family sat together, and behind each of the three stood an old man, who was the great elder of the inner sect of the three families.

In front of them, there is a mirror like a water curtain. The picture of the two great masters dying tragically in Xiao Chen's hands is clearly displayed on it.

These people all took a breath of air, they never expected that Xiao Chen had grown to such a degree.

The eldest son of the Lin family said with gloomy eyes: "This guy really can't stay, otherwise he will definitely be the second Qing Emperor. At that time, let him be in charge of the Martial God Palace, and our family will definitely not have a way to survive."

Yan Shishi chuckled and said, "Don't worry, he won't be able to escape this time, maybe we don't need to take action."

Although a group of people have seen Xiao Chen's strength, they still have full confidence in killing Xiao Chen. They are obviously well prepared and have the means to kill Xiao Chen.

Seven days later, Xiao Chen came to a city.

This city is a large frontier city, located at the junction of Xuanyu and Tianwuyu, named Strange Fire City.

Along the way, apart from the pondering of martial arts, the most fundamental cultivation, the same time did not fall behind.

He has forty-nine top-grade spiritual veins on his body, and also has the Zi Lei Jue, which surpasses the heaven-level skills, and his cultivation speed is advancing rapidly.

If it wasn't for the seventh stage of the Purple Thunder Art, which laid Xiao Chen's foundation too big and too firmly, he would have already successfully reached the realm of a master-level martial saint, and there is no need to wait until now.

At this moment, Xiao Chen is only a layer of skin peeling away from the master-level martial saint, and he can be promoted to the master-level martial saint with just one bucket.

However, he still has greater ambitions, and the Grand Master Martial Saint is not what he wants.

He wanted to take this opportunity to directly reach the realm of a great master at the moment of breaking through to the peak martial saint of the top rank. Only in this way can he win the king ceremony.

With absolute strength, he crushed Xiahou Jue in Baidi City, and cut down all Xiao Xiao who were about to cause trouble and sabotage.

This is not impossible, in terms of resources, he has no shortage at all, and he still has forty-eight top-quality spiritual veins in his hands, and it is impossible for the descendants of the Holy Land to compare with him.

What he lacks is only inner perception and vision.

Those old masters all have hundreds of years of martial arts comprehension and vision.

What Xiao Chen has to do is to use this test as an opportunity to complete the path that those people walked for a hundred years.

This is also the reason why he rejected Ying Qiong's escort, and he can only walk this way by himself.

Otherwise, even if he went to Zhongzhou and appeared at the King Conferring Ceremony, it would be nothing more than a shameful show.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Xiao Chen began to look at the city in front of him, it was too quiet and uncoordinated.

With a slight sweep of consciousness, the streets and alleys are actually empty.

Lift your legs and step into the city. On the wide streets, there are stalls, restaurants and shops. There is only a little dust. The city has not been empty for a long time.

boom!

When Xiao Chen walked to the center of the city, a cold murderous aura suddenly surged out of the silent city, rushing towards the sky.

Above the houses in the city, there jumped out one by one of the elite soldiers with stern faces, full of murderous aura, wearing black armor and holding powerful crossbows. There were no less than fifty thousand densely packed soldiers.

Taking a closer look, everyone is standing in a certain position, and there are some doorways, which seem to form a strange formation.

The murderous spearheads all pointed at Xiao Chen, so many.

Even Xiao Chen felt unnatural, his muscles tensed, and the power of law beat rapidly.

He frowned slightly, feeling a little unbelievable, even if his consciousness had been swept away before, this place was an empty city, .[,! ] No one was seen.

Drum, pedal, pedal!

There was a sound of hoofbeats, and in the distance of the street, a few tall black horses galloped, bringing dust all the way.

Riding the horse and raising the whip, within a few breaths, a cavalry squad of about a hundred people came to Xiao Chen.

The black armor on the hundreds of cavalrymen in front of them is more solid and thick than the armor on those elite soldiers.

Between the gaps inlaid in the battle armor, there was an occasional flash of light, clearly a set of high-level holy treasures.

A complete set of holy-level high-level secret treasures is much stronger than ordinary king-level secret treasures.

Hundreds of cavalry, one set per person, this is a big deal, it is difficult to get it without 20 million Black Star Coins, even if you have money.

Sitting on the black horse is not an ordinary spirit bird, but judging from its characteristics, it is clearly a top war horse Qilin horse, and the strength of the light horse itself can be compared to a martial saint.

At a place a thousand meters away from Xiao Chen, they stopped neatly, without saying a word, but looked at Xiao Chen with a stern face.

Xiao Chen searched for the information of Strange Fire City in his mind.

As a big frontier city, Qihuo City is under the jurisdiction of the Martial God Palace, and it has the duty of defending the Tianwu Domain. The soldiers on the roof are all elite soldiers who have experienced hundreds of battles, and they are much stronger than the disciples of some ninth-rank sects. .

The city lord Wang Feng has quasi-emperor cultivation, the cavalry in front of him may be the opponent's personal soldiers.

"Xiao Chen in white, Wang Feng, the lord of Strange Fire City, has been famous for a long time."

While Xiao Chen was thinking, on the tallest tower in the city, a man in black stood on it and said to Xiao Chen.

The tower was 10,000 meters away from Xiao Chen, and with his eyesight, he could only see a black figure, but he couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly.

Spiritual consciousness probed over and was affected by a momentum, but also only a vague outline could be seen.

Wang Feng stood on the high tower without doing anything, and the wind and clouds were churning behind him. The thousands of weathers were blowing in and out, making people feel a kind of majestic grandeur.

Zhundi, this is Zhundi, anywhere in the Kunlun world, he can be called the Zhundi who is a man of the hour. One step further, he will be able to climb the road and step into the realm of Emperor Wu.

The opponent put up such a big battle, but he didn't rush to attack, and he didn't know what his plan was.

Xiao Chen responded to all changes without change, and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Chen of the Haotian School, I have seen the Lord Wang."

Ten thousand meters away, on top of a high tower, Wang Feng said with a smile: "In such a situation, Xiao Chen in white has the guts to be so calm."

"I, my lord, stop talking nonsense. Entrusted by the Holy Master of Baidi City, Your Excellency is invited to stay in this small town for one month. After one month, the sea and the sky will be bright, and you will be at ease."

The words are beautiful, one month later, the King Conferring Ceremony will be over long ago, and the day lily will be cold.

Xiao Chen said calmly: "What if I say no?"

Wang Feng had already guessed Xiao Chen's answer, and said with a soft smile, "Then my 50,000 army guarding the frontier will leave you without bones."

His tone was flat and understated.

But when the words fell, the already bleak murderous aura in the city became even colder and colder.

Above the eaves, 50,000 pairs of eyes stared at Xiao Chen, the cold murderous aura penetrated through the pores.

Ordinary people have long been unable to bear this kind of battle. Fear will spread to every part of the whole body, and it is fine to use half of the fighting power.

Qihuo Town guards the frontier, as long as Xiao Chen enters the Tianwu Domain from this direction, he will be discovered by the opponent immediately.

Whether you enter the city or not, the result is actually the same.

"excuse me!"

At this point, there is nothing to say, even if there are thousands of troops, he still has to make a breakthrough, and he must go to the grand ceremony of being crowned king.

Whoosh!

The toes were just a little bit, and before they left the ground, countless sounds of piercing the sky came out. Black arrows, flashing streamers, made ear-piercing calls, and flew towards Xiao Chen.

You don't need to look at it, you can guess that the arrows are definitely not ordinary arrows. They can definitely hurt, the existence of the master-level martial saints, and the 50,000 elite soldiers guarding the frontier in Qihuo City are definitely not for decoration.

The arrows were like rain, covering the sky and covering the earth, without a single dead angle, and the ear-piercing sound of piercing through the air was connected together. The murderous aura that had been stored before, exploded at this moment, and the sky and the earth trembled.

bang bang bang!

The infinite sword intent shot out from every part of Xiao Chen's body, and the arrows were crushed into pieces in the air, unable to get close to Xiao Chen's body.

Stepping on the thunder dragon, Xiao Chen's figure is like lightning, the sky flickers non-stop, and the wind of swords is everywhere.

The black armored soldiers on the eaves jumped back and forth with agility.

Arrows, flying like streamers, shot out non-stop. He bit Xiao Chen tightly, as long as he relaxed a little, ten thousand arrows would pierce through his heart.

The hundred black-armored cavalry below stared at Xiao Chen's figure without saying a word and showing no expression on their faces.

Farther away, Wang Feng on the high tower smiled slightly and stood with his hands behind his back.