When he came to the ancient mausoleum of Emperor Yan, Xiao Chen rarely drew his sword, but mostly used the Supreme Dragon Fist to face the enemy.
But if that's all, and you think that the domineering sword behind his back is just a decoration, it would be a big mistake.
After a conversation with Chu Chaoyun, I felt the irreversible indignation and helplessness of the reincarnation trend of the era.
Let his sword realm successfully break through the third level, and his sword path will go one step further.
If you don't draw it, that's it. Once you draw the sword, it will exert a sword power that exceeds ten levels of power.
This slash of the sword stunned the Seventh Prince and the disciples who were forced down by the general situation.
Daoxuan controls the ten layers of ice realm, condensed in the small world of ice.
Looking at the ancient mausoleum of Emperor Yan, its strength is invincible.
Xiao Chen's three realms were superimposed and turned into sword power, but they were no better than each other.
If you only regard him as a mere emperor of the third lineage, you will really laugh your head off.
In the vast wind and sand, Xiao Chen, one man and one sword, forced the entire seventh prince's team to move even an inch.
Xiao Chen never thought that it would be too exaggerated to kill all these Dacheng Emperors by one person.
All he had to do was to stop all these people and give Wumeng and others time to recover their divine energy and soul power.
In fact, his goal is not very realistic in the eyes of many people.
But the reality is that Xiao Chen's sword force forced all these disciples back!
With a quick glance, Xiao Chen's eyes fell on the seventh prince Wang Yun who was still wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
With a slight frown, Xiao Chen raised his sword and killed him.
Whoosh!
Leaving a trace of purple thunder, Xiao Chen's figure flickered, and the next moment he suddenly appeared in front of the Seventh Prince.
"Protect the Seventh Prince!"
The expressions of the other diners changed slightly, and they quickly stood up to block Xiao Chen.
After all, there is only one person, and it is impossible for Xiao Chen to exert power beyond the tenth level of Taoism with every sword strike.
If you want to stop the other party from moving forward, there is only one way.
He killed the seventh prince and launched constant attacks, forcing other disciples to stay and protect him.
This is a conspiracy, and even if you see through it, there is nothing you can do about it!
During the exchange of weapons, Wang Yun was frightened by Xiao Chen who rushed over and turned pale. Taking advantage of the other disciples to block Xiao Chen's efforts, he hurriedly retreated.
Many emperors wanted to keep Xiao Chen several times.
However, Xiao Chen never liked fighting and retreated at the first touch, with his sword power and murderous intent. From the beginning to the end, Wang Yun was always enveloped, causing the other party to flee in panic.
The sixth level of Thunder Dao Domain allowed him to bring his Nine Transformations of Divine Movement to the extreme.
If he insists on leaving, few will be able to keep up with him.
"Leave me alone!"
boom!
Suddenly, Xiao Chen felt a hint of danger and saw four tree trunks growing out of the ground. Clicking, clicking, the tree trunks came together to form a wooden cage.
Click, click, click!
The Ba Dao struck it, making a metallic sound. With the power of the Ba Dao, each cut left only a shallow mark.
"Hmph, once you enter my wooden cage, don't even think about leaving."
The withered old man, who had been holding back and never made a move, stood in the air. With a sneer at the corner of his mouth, he looked at Xiao Chen disdainfully: "No matter what, you are just a third-line emperor, kill him!"
The other Dacheng emperors had long had enough of Xiao Chen and saw this opportunity.
Without hesitation, various killing moves were unleashed in an instant.
In an instant, the infinite imperial power shook the sky. Various visions filled the sky, terrifying murderous aura, and shocking battles. Even many of the princes on the altar couldn't help but glance at him, wanting to see what was going on.
Maya's sword-breaking skills are in the human world!
Without the slightest trace of panic, Xiao Chen was not afraid of danger and displayed Buddha in the world.
Bang!
The sky wooden cage was instantly broken by the supreme killing Buddha who descended, and the figure of the killing Buddha bloomed with the Buddha seal between Xiao Chen's brows. It continued to expand, and then pushed with both hands, blocking all the killing moves from all directions.
Rumbling, loud noise, the sky shook and the earth shook. In this ancient land that existed since the beginning of time immemorial, under the joint bombardment of many Dacheng Emperors, a huge crater appeared.
Purple light flashed, and Xiao Chen jumped out of the giant pit.
Regardless of whether they looked or not, the eyes of the surprised diners were once again fixed on the Seventh Prince Wang Yun.
Faced with Xiao Chen's gaze, Wang Yun, who had already hid far away, gritted his teeth angrily.
I really didn't want to run anymore, and was chased like a dog by Xiao Chen. However, these disciples under my command couldn't catch Xiao Chen.
He's had enough!
"Save your life and I'll catch you later."
But Xiao Chen didn't come over as expected, so he said something lightly, turned around and left.
"Keep him!"
The withered old man said loudly. You can come when you want and leave when you want. How can there be such truth
"Can you keep it?"
Xiao Chen turned around and struck out with his sword, Maya Pojie Saber caused the heart to explode, slashing out with an eternal sword light.
boom!
The sword light swept across, and the disciples who were originally chasing Xiao Chen had to stop to resist this move.
When the aftermath is gone, Buddha's power dissipates.
Looking around, Xiao Chen's figure was nowhere to be seen. It had already turned into a streak of purple light and floated steadily towards the altar where Wang Yan was.
Comes like flowing water, goes like wind...
call out!
The figure was like the wind, and Xiao Chen fell steadily like a fallen leaf.
On the altar, the others had already recovered and were waiting for Xiao Chen to return.
Seeing Wang Yan looking over, Xiao Chen nodded, everything was self-evident.
On the altar, the holy fire burned blazingly, and the firelight shone on the faces of Xiao Chen, Xiao Suo, Wumeng, and Hao Kai. They were all extremely resolute and their eyes were tough.
With the same thoughts, they fought all the way to this point, and they were waiting for this moment.
Wang Yan took a step forward and took the Flame Emperor Sword out of its scabbard. The power from the Killing Dao Domain filled the air in all directions.
The strong murderous intent made everyone present feel slightly trembling in their hearts.
Just when Wang Yan was about to insert the Yan Huang Sword into the altar, Xiao Chen suddenly said: "Ninth Prince, do you know the origin of the way of killing?"
"Oh? I haven't thought about this problem carefully. It will be difficult for me to cultivate the avenue of killing to the tenth level within hundreds of years."
Wang Yan was slightly surprised, hesitated for a moment, looked at Xiao Chen and replied.
"The end of the road of killing is the devil. Without a heart to seek the devil, you will never be able to touch the origin of killing. This devil is not the devil you understand. Just do it. Don't worry about my words."
Xiao Chen wanted to say something more, but after thinking about it, he said nothing more.
Wang Yan frowned slightly. He had been guarding the border all year round, fighting with demonic warriors. There were not even ten thousand but several thousand demon warriors who died in his hands, but Xiao Chen's words were a bit difficult for him to understand.
"I'll remember what you said."
But he is still willing to believe in Xiao Chen. This kind of trust has been with him all the way through life and death until now. There is also the unique temperament of Xiao Chen and the awe-inspiring facts that happened to him.
"Thanks."
Xiao Chen's thoughts were floating, and his memories were unfolding like a scroll. The Wang Yan in front of him reminded him of someone.
An old friend from Kunlun, an old friend that he can never forget.
Yan Shisan, the sword master of killing, in the last battle of the Kunlun Demonic Tribulation, he became a demon with one sword, killing lives for mercy.
At that moment, Xiao Chen understood that the source of the Way of Killing was the devil. If he could defeat it, he could completely master the source of killing. Unfortunately, Yan Shisan at that time felt powerless to master the source of killing.
He chose to kill himself with a sword, leaving only a tragic legend in Kunlun.
boom!
The Flame Emperor Sword, surrounded by the aura of killing, was inserted into the blazing flames, the holy light rushed into the sky, and dragons roared everywhere.
All eight altars were finally occupied.
The second round of the battle for the crown prince also reached its most intense moment at this moment.
In the distance, on the altar occupied by the eleventh prince, Lin Feng, the god of death, looked over and smiled faintly when he saw this scene.
He couldn't help but become the disciple of the Eleventh Prince, but he never gave up paying attention to Xiao Chen.
Seeing that the Ninth Prince also occupied the altar, he felt relieved.
Next to him, Chu Feng of Hunyuan Palace had a different expression. He and Xiao Chen had become enemies in the Virtual God Realm and could be described as mortal enemies.
"This guy is getting more and more unfathomable."
The eleventh prince said: "Pay attention, the second wave of ferocious beasts is coming."
Lin Feng and Chu Feng withdrew their gaze and once again focused on the endless ferocious beast in front of them.
At this moment, the entire core area of the Yanhuang Ancient Tomb was occupied by ferocious beasts.
Densely packed, endless as far as the eye can see.
The princes who did not occupy the altar mingled among them and attacked those princes who were refining the Flame Emperor Sword.
Wang Yan, who occupied the last altar, was inevitably targeted by other princes.