Fu Lianyun was dying on the ground, pressing his wounds hard with both hands, with a helpless and frightened look on his face. \/\/**learn ww.do./\/\
He raised his head vigorously, looked at Zhuang Zhenghe with a glimmer of hope, opened his mouth and said hard: "Save... me!"
But who would pay attention to him at this time? A group of young quasi-emperors gathered behind Zhuang Zhenghe, all looking at Xiao Chen warily, but no one paid attention to his gaze.
No one expected that Xiao Chen would break through to the realm of Dacheng Quasi-Emperor, with a mountain of momentum, completely surpassing their group.
Even Zhuang Zhenghe, who was the quasi-emperor of Dacheng, and Chen Ming of the Iron Blood Sect, were completely inferior to Xiao Chen in terms of momentum.
Zhuang Zhenghe said nothing, squinting as if he wanted to see through Xiao Chen, but he couldn't figure it out at all and couldn't see Xiao Chen's details clearly.
With a voice transmission in the dark, Chen Ming drew out his sword and tiptoed towards Xiao Chen to kill him.
The other six Xiaocheng quasi-emperors each drew their weapons and charged towards him with murderous intent.
By this time, everyone knew that there was no way out, and even begging for mercy would not lead to any good results. Only by defeating Xiao Chen in a battle could there be a way to survive.
Xiao Chen waved his hand, signaling Lan Shaobai and his party not to take action. He took a step forward and blocked Chen Ming's knife without taking it out of its sheath.
Once you reach the realm of quasi-emperor, every move can stir up the wind and clouds. In two or three breaths, you can change your moves dozens of times.
Dang, Dang, Dang!
The seven people worked together to resist Xiao Chen's terrifying momentum, and besieged Xiao Chen. The swords were shining, the sparks were shooting, the wind was whipping up, and the clouds were stirring.
Scenes in all directions, like Feng Shui paintings, flashed around a group of people due to the surging and conflicting forces of heaven and earth.
Xiao Chen's body leaped, one against seven, and the sword was not unsheathed, forming a watertight circle of defense to block the seven people's attacks.
The seven people in front of me, except Chen Ming, were a little difficult to deal with. As long as the other six people use their swords, Xiao Chen can kill them instantly.
But there is another Zhuang Zhenghe who is eyeing him eagerly and is ready to attack, waiting to find out Xiao Chen's true and false situation before launching thunderous means.
When I saw Zhuang Zhenghe this time, I could clearly feel that his strength had improved compared to a month ago.
According to common sense, this is an abnormal progress. Even if you can use the power of faith to transform your cultivation, it is impossible to make such rapid progress.
There is only one possibility. After thinking about the ritual recorded in the secret book, Xiao Chen had a vague guess in his mind. Don't think about it now, just play with this group of people, either you don't take action, or you have to take down Zhuang Zhenghe once you do.
Chen Ming failed to hit the target and was forced back by Xiao Chen again. He immediately counterattacked crazily and said provocatively: "King Qinglong, you are so arrogant. Do you really think you can take down the six of us without even using a sword?"
While he was talking, the other six Xiaocheng quasi-emperors started their attacks one after another with various killing moves, colorful and with various visions, rolling towards Xiao Chen like a mountain torrent erupting with astonishing momentum.
Xiao Chen didn't answer, his eyes were like lightning, and he could clearly see the trajectory of the six people's moves.
The Moon Shadow Knife in his hand seemed to come alive, like his third arm, spinning and leaping flexibly on the back of his hand.
The sonorous sound came out like thunder. The sword was still not out of its sheath. Xiao Chen retreated and blocked all the incoming moves.
In front of him, there seemed to be an invisible wall that could not be broken. As long as he wanted to, not even a wisp of wind could penetrate it.
One drum builds momentum, then it weakens, and three times it is exhausted.
The principles of the art of war in my hometown are the same in the world of warriors.
Under Xiao Chen's exquisite defense, Chen Ming and his party were unable to attack for a long time. From the initial momentum of a fierce tiger, now they have completely stopped, and their moves are full of flaws.
Zhuang Zhenghe felt a little irritated. He still couldn't figure out Xiao Chen's background. He scolded all these people in his heart. They were all trash.
"Xiao Chen, you are called the Azure Dragon King in vain. You were beaten so hard that you couldn't even backhand!" Chen Ming knew Zhuang Zhenghe's arrangement, and seeing that he still couldn't force Xiao Chen to use his sword, he once again spoke to provoke him.
Very good, the other party's mood is in chaos and his momentum is exhausted. It's time to end this farce.
"as you wish!"
Xiao Chen's eyes were focused, and there was a cold light flashing in his eyes. His sight was like a knife, sharp and boundless. One glance made the six people feel a chill in their bodies for no apparent reason.
His long hair was flying, and the endless sound of knives came from Xiao Chen. At this moment, his body was like a knife, his hair was like a knife, his clothes were like a knife, and his vision was like a knife.
Xiao Chen, who had been passively defending, suddenly took steps to run. His clothes were as white as snow and his figure was like the wind. He rushed towards the seven people in the wind and snow.
Dang, Dang, Dang!
The sound of the sword reverberating around the world was like the most beautiful piano music in the world. He avoided Chen Ming's sword and got close to him, not giving him a chance to react. He hit him hard with his shoulder.
A terrifying stab wound appeared on his chest. Chen Ming spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground seriously injured. He was no longer able to fight.
If he doesn't take action, that's all. Once he takes action, Xiao Chen will not give these people a chance.
The long sleeves were waved, and a person from the left rushed towards Xiao Chen, holding a knife in his arm. It was cut off directly by a flash of sword light, but the sword in Xiao Chen's right hand was clearly not unsheathed.
Without stopping, Xiao Chen continued to run forward, and with every step he took, there would be endless sword light shining. Wherever he goes, sword lights are constantly flashing, visions abound, and the wind and snow dance together.
No one can stop his steps. With every step, someone will fly out. He will be seriously injured and vomit blood, and will no longer be able to fight.
After walking the seven steps, all seven people fell to the ground and lay on the ground wailing. Some with minor injuries had their arms and legs broken, but those with serious injuries were dead from pain.
Xiao Chen showed no mercy when taking action.
Without stopping, Xiao Chen turned around and came to the stunned Zhuang Zhenghe.
At this time, Xiao Chen defeated seven people, and his entire momentum reached its peak. In one move, it seemed as if the entire world was moved by him.
Zhuang Zhenghe, who had been waiting for Xiao Chen to use his sword and wanted to observe some flaws, gave Xiao Chen a thunderous blow. He was caught off guard and was knocked away by the momentum.
However, his current cultivation level is extremely terrifying, much better than Xiao Chen who has just entered Dacheng Quasi-Emperor.
His face darkened, and he stepped heavily on the ground. A bloody Bodhi tree took root behind him in the shaking ground, and bloody Buddha light appeared in circles behind him.
When the Buddha's voice sounded, the bodhi tree moved automatically without wind, and bloody bodhi flowers floated out. Gathering the power of countless faiths, one can faintly hear the sounds of horrific wailing, which are the innocent souls sinking in hell.
Zhuang Zhenghe stretched out his hand and was about to strike out, hoping to knock down Xiao Chen's momentum.
But how could Xiao Chen, who was at his peak, give him this opportunity? Almost as soon as he landed, Xiao Chen's Moon Shadow Sword, which had been unsheathed, was pulled out in an instant.
The sound of the sword's roar resounded throughout the world, and the bright light of the sword eclipsed the sky and the earth.
Spring flowers and winter snow, summer and autumn winds, green dragons breaking through the sea, and the bright moon soaring. Endless visions, in one moment, evolved into endless brilliance, solidifying into a vast picture with the light of the sword.
The bloody Bodhi tree collapsed instantly. Zhuang Zhenghe was chopped thousands of meters away by the sword. The Buddha's light dissipated, leaving him in a state of embarrassment. The scar on his chest almost cut him off.
With seven steps and one strike, this group of people were severely hit by Xiao Chen's thunderous force.