The East Emperor Bell suddenly rose into the sky. Xiao Chen opened his right hand, held the bottom of the East Emperor Bell, shouted loudly, and swiped the sky at Song Que who was coming from above.
Song Que was horrified. He kept attacking the East Emperor Bell, but when he saw that Xiao Chen still had no response, he had already stretched out his inertia. He was still thinking that as long as he struck again, he would be able to get Xiao Chen out completely.
He never expected that Xiao Chen would rush towards him with the bell in his hand, his body falling rapidly. Before he had time to react, Xiao Chen was photographed out with a bang.
The huge recoil force swatted Song Que back like a fly, spat out a mouthful of hot blood in the air, and landed straight on the ground.
Many disciples from the inner sect who came after hearing the sound of the bell saw this incredible scene as soon as they stood firm.
A low-level great martial artist beat a peak martial arts king until he vomited blood. It's really hard to figure out what's going on here.
This mouthful of hot blood was actually just the energy and blood that Song Que had been suppressing. From the first blow, Song Que did not let go of the recoil force on the Donghuang Bell.
Just relying on his own realm to suppress it, he struck nearly a thousand knives on the Donghuang Bell, and the suppressed energy in his body had fallen to a very terrifying level.
If suppressed for a long time, it would cause hidden diseases in his body, so spitting out this mouthful of hot blood actually made Song Que feel very comfortable physically.
But his body felt better, but his heart felt more and more unhappy. Song Que looked at the crowds of people who were still coming around him, his heart felt like a knife, and he secretly thought that he was going to lose all his dignity today.
The dignified master of the peak was actually forced into such a state of embarrassment by a junior. This joke was a bit too big.
As the saying goes, it's better to break a kid than to fall. Song Que's mood has completely calmed down. Anyway, it's already like this. As long as he can kill this person, there is no need to talk about morality.
Seeing Xiao Chen coming with the bell, Song Que knew the strangeness of the Donghuang Bell. He had already lost all his dignity, and didn't care if he lost a little bit, so he didn't choose to fight hard.
Relying on his own speed advantage, he quickly avoided Xiao Chen's attack, and everyone saw another incredible sight.
A low-level great martial artist, holding an incomplete secret treasure, crushed a peak martial king and ran around, and for a moment he was incomparable glory.
Seeing everyone pointing and pointing, Song Que had no expression on his face and looked at Xiao Chen with cold eyes. Without any expression, he easily avoided Xiao Chen's attack.
Xiao Chen also knew what Song Que was thinking. He just wanted to wait until his energy was exhausted before giving him a decisive blow.
Anyway, he had already given up everything, and Xiao Chen also knew what the outcome would be. He held the Donghuang Bell and said with a smile: "Song Que, your father will really give you a name. He knows that you are wicked, heartless, and calcium-deficient, so I’ll bring you some.”
"What are you running for? How dare you, the majestic master of a peak, not even me, a low-level martial artist like me, dare to fight openly?"
"Weren't you very majestic just now? Why are you like a turtle now, hiding and hiding for as long as you want?"
I'll bear it, let's see how long you can scream. Song Que felt aggrieved, but he didn't fall for Xiao Chen's deception. If he really attacked now.
Xiao Chen was pushing the Donghuang Bell on his head. He could only think of new ways to break the Donghuang Bell. By then, the gain would outweigh the loss and it would be a waste of time.
It would be better to let him be proud now, and when his vitality is extinguished, while torturing him, let him kneel down and beg for mercy. Life would be worse than death.
"Who is this kid! How can he be so arrogant and dare to talk to Song Que like this?"
"This boy seems to be Liu Ruyue's new disciple, his name is Ye Chen. He only has the cultivation level of a low-grade great martial artist."
"Liu Ruyue is already crazy enough, but I didn't expect this kid to be even crazier than Liu Ruyue. Sure enough, any kind of master will have the same kind of apprentice."
These inner disciples of Tiandao Pavilion are all discerning, and naturally they will not be stupid enough to think that Xiao Chen can defeat King Wu and force Song Que to run around.
There must be reasons they didn't know, and Song Que was very relaxed and didn't panic at all. But even so, everyone still admired Xiao Chen's courage.
"If this kid can survive today, he will definitely become famous in the entire Tiandao Pavilion. It seems that there hasn't been such a lively thing in Tiandao Pavilion for a long time."
"Yes, a disciple who has just entered the mountain gate a few months ago actually dares to challenge the master of a peak. This is also true in the history of Tiandao Pavilion. It is unprecedented and unprecedented."
Although the East Emperor Bell is damaged, it is one of the top secret treasures of the human race after all. Xiao Chen controls the East Emperor Bell, and the energy in his body is consumed very quickly.
The river in Dantian was gradually drying up. Xiao Chen thought in his heart that he could no longer play and had to run away. Although with the power in the Tiandao Pavilion, it is difficult to escape and reach the sky, Xiao Chen still has to fight and cannot sit still and wait for death.
Just when Xiao Chen was about to use the East Emperor Bell to open the way and leave this place, the East Emperor Bell in his hand suddenly shook and turned into a small copper bell and fell into Xiao Chen's hand.
The chain was dropped again at a critical moment, and Xiao Chen wished he could crush the Donghuang Bell under his feet.
This is not the first time that the Donghuang Bell has lost its chain. Every time it is a critical moment, every time it is a life-threatening moment.
Seeing the sudden disappearance of the Donghuang Bell, Song Que was stunned for a moment, thinking that Xiao Chen was playing a trick. He only came to his senses when he saw Xiao Chen running away quickly.
Finally coming to an end, Song Que not only laughed loudly, "Little beast, let me see where you are going!"
Xiao Chen used the Qinglong Soaring Cloud Technique to the extreme, and his body looked like a galloping dragon, flying on the ground. But there is a huge difference in realm. Even with heaven-level skills, they still can't compare to a peak martial arts king in terms of speed.
In a flash of white light, Song Qianhe appeared behind Xiao Chen, flew and kicked, which cut through the air, emitted a violent sonic boom, and kicked Xiao Chen hard on the back.
Xiao Chen spat out a mouthful of blood, threw his head back and fell to the ground, his body sliding forward continuously.
Song Que actually restrained quite a bit of force with this kick. He didn't want Xiao Chen to die so quickly. Otherwise, the power of this kick could shatter all of Xiao Chen's internal organs.
"Just run, run!" Song Que's anger, which he had been suppressing for a long time, finally showed up at this moment. With a gloomy look on his face, he walked towards Xiao Chen slowly.
In his eyes, Xiao Chen, who lost the Donghuang Bell, was like an ant. You can play as much as you want, but don't play too much, or the ants will be crushed to death if you're not careful.
Thinking of the happy place, Song Que couldn't help laughing, as if he was possessed, as if he was crazy.
But at this moment, Liu Ruyue in the distance was holding the Moon Shadow Sword and finally completed a certain ritual. Her already extremely weak body became even more unbearable.
After the ceremony was completed, the Moon Shadow Knife in her hand shone brightly, like a small sun. After fighting for a while, he quickly flew towards Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen on the ground naturally stretched out his hand and gently grasped the handle of the knife.
The light on the blade suddenly disappeared and became normal again. Song Que, who was a little frightened at first, felt completely calm after seeing this.
"Master useless, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you are still such a useless person!"
Suddenly a familiar voice came from Xiao Chen's heart. Xiao Chen became so excited that he forgot about the pain in his body and said in surprise: "Is it you, Naojiao? Is it you? Is it you? Is it you?"
Xiao Chen asked three times in a row if he was right, which showed how excited he was. The familiar voice sounded again, "It's only been so long, but you can't even hear my voice. You really make me sad."
"And the one who woke me up was actually a little girl. I thought I could see you the moment I woke up." A familiar voice sounded in my heart again.
It was confirmed that Xiao Chen was extremely pleasantly surprised, but when he heard Ao Jiao's words, he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, "Why did you seal yourself in the first place? Do you know that I..."
Before Xiao Chen finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ao Jiao: "Don't you want to have a divine weapon? I won't explain it to you. I don't have much time to come out. I'll deal with this old man first."
"I'll lend you my body, don't resist."
After the words fell, Xiao Chen felt a powerful spiritual energy coming from his mind. Knowing that this was a torture, Xiao Chen did not resist and handed over control of his body.
Slowly, Xiao Chen felt a strange state. His thinking was extremely clear, and he could see the outside scene clearly, but he could not make any movements.
Seeing that Xiao Chen had slowly gotten up, Song Que sneered in his heart, then kicked Xiao Chen with a flying kick, and another violent sonic boom sounded in the air.
A gentle smile appeared on Xiao Chen's face. No, it should be said that he was charming now. This smile appeared a little strange on a man.
Aojiao moved her body, and with a slight movement of her left hand, she caught Song Que's kick that was faster than the sound. Then she pulled back casually, and Song Que's body was lifted up in the air.
What was going on? Song Que was extremely frightened. Xiao Chen actually blocked his attack. Not only did he block it but he also lifted him up. This was so unreasonable.
Song Que calmed down, took a deep breath, raised his upper body in the air, and performed a difficult sit-up, and then slashed Xiao Chen's head with the thick knife in his hand.
Ao Jiao hit Song Que's wrist with a palm. Song Que felt his arm go numb, and the thick-backed knife fell to the ground with a swaying sound.
Snapped!
Ao Jiao slapped Song Que directly in the air with her right hand. The force of this slap was extremely huge. Song Que's body was immediately slapped back, and there were five clear fingerprints on his right face.
This slap was so loud that it not only knocked out all the surrounding disciples of Tiandao Pavilion. It also completely blinded Song Que.
What's going on? I've endured it for so long. Aren't I just waiting for the kid to run out of energy and torture him to death
How could it be that I had just had a kick, and the situation changed again? He, a low-level martial artist, lifted me up and slapped me in the face.
I am the peak Martial King, this is impossible!
Song Que roared angrily, stood up again, turned his palm into a sword, brought up a gust of wind, and slashed towards Xiao Chen's neck.
Snapped! Ao Jiao slapped Song Que directly on the left side of his face with another backhand. This slap not only made his cheek swell, but also knocked away the vitality in his body.
"Little beast! Let me go quickly, or else your life will be worse than death!" Song Que roared in pain, trying hard with his right foot to free Yao Jiao's right hand.
But Ao Jiao's thumb was pinched on his ankle, a very strange place, which caused the surging vitality in his body to never stay in the meridians above his thigh.
Ao Jiao snorted coldly and said: "You still dare to speak harshly, you don't know whether to live or die!"
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
His right hand kept slapping Song Que. Song Que's head was like a wavy drum, swaying from side to side. His face was swollen like a balloon. He was as pitiful as he could be.
For a moment, everyone at the foot of the mountain opened their mouths in shock, looking at all this in disbelief. Under the foot of the mountain, there was only the sound of slaps, echoing continuously.