The dragon's roar resounded in all directions. Xiao Chen jumped up and rushed to the front of Xiaobai and Jiang Zimomu Xinya in an instant.
On the stone platform a hundred meters high in front of him, Yan Shisan stood with his hands behind his back. He did not move much, but the mad dragon formed by three killing swords was tumbling up and down around him.
As soon as he saw someone coming, he immediately roared and rushed over.
Kill kill kill kill!
Xiao Chen faced the mad dragon composed of three killing blades head-on, and experienced personally the killing intention contained in the blades.
Thousands of swords competed in front of them, each sword showing its ferocity, like a ferocious beast showing its fangs, roaring and shouting, and the voices gathered together.
Thousands of words of "kill" condensed into thousands and thousands of words, pouring into Xiao Chen's mind like an ebbing and flowing tide, making him confused and terrified.
Xiao Chen finally understood that when those half-saints faced the mad dragon formed by a sword blade, they all found it extremely difficult and exhausted to deal with it, and in the end they all lost.
It's not that they are too weak, it's that Yan Shisan is too strong, and the power of the killing sword is too strong. He can kill everything in the world and destroy the eternal vitality!
As long as the state of mind and mental strength are not as good as his, they will be like a pig or a dog in front of him, being devoured by the cold and ruthless killing swordsmanship.
No matter how strong your true energy is, no matter how many martial arts skills you have, and no matter how many secret treasures you have, you will not be able to display your full strength even if it takes seven minutes, and defeat will only happen in seconds.
Xiao Chen roared wildly, and the mental power in the sea of consciousness was like a roiling river, with surging waves. Under the turbulence, he drove the word "kill" out of his mind one by one.
His mood returned to normal, Xiao Chen's eyes became clear, and countless magnificent hymns sounded from heaven to earth, floating back and forth in the hall.
The hymn tells a distant legend. Every time it floats around, the annual cycle of history turns a big circle, and the ancient epic becomes more profound.
The three kinds of energy, energy and spirit were consumed and condensed at the same time. The power Xiao Chen mastered also increased rapidly, looking at the three bladed dragons flying over.
Taking a step forward, Xiao Chen retreated instead of advancing, and a group of people rushed out.
The Fist of the Gods, a distant legend!
Thousands of lights, dazzling and dazzling, condensed into substance, like ink and paint, tilted out. They collided with the killing dragon composed of thousands of sword blades.
Heavy sounds were heard one after another in the hall. Every ray of light and killing blade is engaged in a desperate struggle, like two armies of ten thousand people fighting fiercely on the battlefield.
The war songs were passionate, the blood was as bright as mist, and the fierce fighting sent out terrifying auras, splashing everywhere, and making roaring explosions on the ground.
The entire hall began to shake violently, as if a flash flood was erupting, and the snow mountain collapsed. At this critical moment, if you don't escape, you will be annihilated.
This is the Tomb of the Stars of the Ceiling King. Naturally, there will be no flash floods or snowy mountains. It is just an atmosphere derived from the battle between the two.
Many people had heavy faces and looked at the two people in the sky with fear in their eyes.
What kind of evil genius is it that a battle under the Martial Saint can create such a terrifying atmosphere that no one dares to watch and stop.
When everything dissipated and the storm was over, he raised his eyes and looked far away, thinking that Yan Shisan's terrifying sword-bladed dragon was actually blocked by Xiao Chen.
The killing sword mad dragon, which made many half-saints tremble with fear and was defeated in seconds, was beaten to nothing for the first time. In the frontal confrontation, they fought evenly.
"It's him, white-robed swordsman Xiao Chen!"
Many people in the chaos recognized Xiao Chen's appearance. That day he drove away the evil Wu Yuankai with a command in Hunluo City.
Let his fame spread throughout Hunluo City. Most of the people here are warriors from Hunluo State. After a little recall, he remembered Xiao Chen's identity and origin.
Seeing that he could actually compete with Yan Shisan, he was undoubtedly surprised and watched attentively.
Xiao Bai's innocent and charming face was filled with joy, and the corners of her eyes were misty, and she couldn't help but step forward to hug Xiao Chen.
"Don't move. Stand behind me. I'll teach you later. Do you know how dangerous it was just now?"
A familiar voice sounded. Xiaobai grimaced and felt aggrieved, but he still obeyed and stepped back a hundred steps with Mu Xinya and Jiang Zimo.
Xuan Yu in the crowd saw this scene. He and Xiao Bai had been together for so long, and he had never seen Xiao Bai act so well-behaved. The fire of jealousy burned in his heart.
"I'll let you stand out, and when you are seriously injured by Yan Shisan, I will humiliate you again." Xuan Yu glanced at Xiao Chen and said viciously in his heart.
On the stone platform with the Tianbing Sword inserted, Yan Shisan was dressed in black, his body was like a javelin, his straight body was as motionless as a mountain, and there was no unnecessary expression on his stern face.
Besides being cold, it's still cold.
"Since you are a swordsman, why bother using some side paths of the gods?"
As soon as his eyes were focused, a trace of anger flashed in Yan Shisan's eyes, piercing Xiao Chen like a sharp blade.
Xiao Chen smiled bitterly in his heart. He was afraid that this person had misunderstood and felt that he had underestimated him, so he just didn't use the sword and used other tricks to deal with him.
But in Xiao Chen's current situation, the All-Heavens Divine Fist combines three kinds of energy, and is actually beyond the original All-Heavens Divine Fist, and is not much weaker than Xiao Chen's sword skills.
In terms of explosive power and destructive power alone, it is even much stronger.
But since Yan Shisan said so, Xiao Chen had no intention of letting him continue to misunderstand, so he just used his sword.
These days, he has been practicing the Qing Emperor's sword-drawing technique without delay, and now he can instantly send out ninety-nine and eighty-one different trajectories.
The opponent has a peak sword intent, and his sword intent has also reached 70%. The will of the sword is naturally stronger than the will of the sword. Although it is a little worse in terms of state, it will not collapse immediately.
With the Moon Shadow Knife in hand, Xiao Chen rode the green dragon and slowly held the handle of the knife with his right hand. The force of the sword 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 slowly became serious. He couldn't even see through the direction and trajectory of Xiao Chen's shot.
In the void, Xiao Chen's figures holding swords were everywhere. In front, left, right, up and down, there seemed to be no place where he could draw the sword.
"It's a bit interesting, but in the face of great strength and superb skills, it's just a cloud."
Yan Shisan nodded secretly in his heart, admitting that he was not as good as the opponent in the skill of drawing swords, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. The difference in absolute strength is too big, and it is impossible for the opponent to use this advantage to kill him in one fell swoop.
As long as he can't kill him instantly, Yan Shisan can kill the opponent instantly, because in his opinion, Xiao Chen only has one chance.
At the entrance of the palace in the distance, Nangong Qiong saw that the two seemed to be about to fight, and his thoughts couldn't help but feel confused.
"This Xiao Chen is really annoying. He looks quiet, but when he sees a beautiful woman, he goes completely crazy. He dares to mess with anyone."
"No, I asked myself, the beauty of the country is no worse than that little fox, why does he have no reaction to me?"
"Bah, bah, bah, where did I want to go? I have to stop them. Otherwise, when we get to the core of the palace later, Xiao Chen may not have the strength to help me open the stone tablet."
Just when Yan Shisan's hand was about to touch the hilt of his sword, a simple wooden umbrella came slowly. Nangong Qiong held the handle of the umbrella, smiled lightly, and appeared next to Xiao Chen.
"Thirteenth Young Master, long time no see."
Yan Shisan was obviously surprised when he saw Nangong Qiong's appearance. He also came together with Xiao Chen and secretly sent a message: "Ying Qiong, do you want to help him?"
"Don't worry, you can't fight this person now anyway, just take your Sky Ice Sword and leave."
The two exchanged a few words quickly, and Yan Shisan glanced at Xiao Bai, who was behind Xiao Chen thoughtfully, holding his black sword and gently sending it forward.
Yan Shisan said calmly: "My Yan family is not short of divine weapons, but this Sky Ice Sword is the most compatible with my killing swordsmanship, so I must get it."
"The sword in my hand is called Xueyu. In terms of material, craftsmanship, and charm, it is no worse than the Tianbing Sword. After five more years of cultivation, it will become a divine weapon for the little girl behind you."
With a gentle throw, 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 light dissipated, the Snow Feather Sword returned to its original appearance. It 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 smile, and seemed to understand something.
But I was even more surprised by Nangong Qiong's identity. She could actually make Yan Shisan, who was arrogant and unfathomable in strength, make such a concession.
"Since you have condensed the heart of the sword, you will definitely not bury the Snow Feather Sword. Its glory will be carried on your shoulders from now on."
Yan Shisan said no more, holding the hilt of the Tianbing Sword, looking coldly at the crowd around him, as if to ask who else was dissatisfied.
After seeing Yan Shisan's strength, who would feel uncomfortable? They all avoided Yan Shisan's eyes and did not look at him.
With a bang, Yan Shisan pulled out the Sky Ice Sword, soared into the sky, swung out a killing sword light, and cut through the roof of the palace with all his strength.
The figure flickered and turned into a black stream of light before completely disappearing here.
Just when everyone thought it would be peaceful for a while, the stone platform with the Tianbing Sword inserted exploded into pieces with a bang.
Balls of dazzling brilliance shot out in all directions as the stone platform cracked, like majestic Tianpeng flying high.