On the other side, Xiao Chen was just about to reach out for his sword.

I didn't expect Zhang Feiyun to be so treacherous and insidious, blocking him from taking the sword.

Looking at the attacking sword, Xiao Chen didn't think much about it, and hurriedly withdrew his hand and flew to the side.

However, at this moment, Zhang Feiyuan had already rushed over and slapped Xiao Chen in the air.

In an instant, a cyan palm print blasted towards Xiao Chen with an incomparably terrifying aura.

Locked in an instant, Xiao Chen couldn't help but feel as if he was being pressed by a mountain.

Looking at the palm prints that bombarded him again, Xiao Chen hurriedly used all his strength to meet it.

"Give Ben Hou Po!"

"Fire Cloud Palm!"

Whoosh......

The flames burned out of thin air, emitting a fiery aura.

The huge palm print, with an incomparable aura, met Zhang Feiyuan's attack.

After Xiao Chen struck out with a palm, his figure quickly retreated to the side.

"Here comes the sword!"

The next moment, the moment Xiao Chen's feet landed, he reached out and absorbed a long sword into his hand

Then......

In the field, the two palm prints collided violently together.

Zhang Feiyuan jumped up, suspended in the air, his eyes were like eagles, staring at Xiao Chen fiercely.

"Champion Hou, even if you are extremely qualified, you will not be able to escape death today!"

"What this sect cultivates is the lost and peerless sword sect of the Northern Qi Hidden Holy Land Sword Sect thousands of years ago, and it is not comparable to Ba Buqing at all!"

"Today you can die under the sword of this sect, and it is also your creation!"

"Die!"

Zhang Feiyuan, who had a hideous face, swept away with a sword towards Xiao Chen.

The people in the surrounding audience all exclaimed in surprise when they heard that Zhang Feiyuan's cultivation was actually the supreme mastery of the Sword Sect of the Northern Qi Hidden Holy Land.

"Damn, this old immortal has actually obtained the Holy Land Inheritance!"

"The Hidden Holy Land is as high as a god, and everyone who comes out is a peerless master!"

"Damn, this time the champion is in trouble!"

"I hope the champion can hold on!"

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When the eldest prince Ji Wang heard this, there was a faint trace of worry in his eyes.

But on the side, the three princes of Northern Qi and others looked at Zhang Feiyuan, who was fierce and powerful in the field, and their eyes were full of banter and expectation.

Even this time, the missions of the three countries lost face and signed an agreement to lose power and humiliate the country.

But if he can kill the Great Han Champion Hou, the previous shame is nothing at all.

Li Yunsheng, the fifth prince of the Northern Desert Wolf Clan, looked at Xiao Chen, who was in danger in the field, and his angry and hateful eyes were full of vicious ruthlessness.

"Hurry up and die!"

"If you don't die, the king's heart will be furious!"

Below, Xiao Chen stood with his sword in his hand, facing Zhang Feiyuan opposite, and his starry eyes were full of cold light.

"Legacy of the Holy Land!"

"Huh...... I don't think ......"

"The Overlord is angry...... The sword of the overlord, who dares to disobey!"

"...... Chop"

Suddenly, an incomparably terrifying sword aura, with a domineering aura, rushed up and met the sword light attacking from the opposite side.

The moment the overlord's sword came out, Zhang Feiyuan faintly felt his sword intent as if he was about to surrender.

"Damn...... The overlord sword dao cultivated by this son is really too strong, and it can actually suppress the sword intent of this sect!"

"Abominable ......"

"Overlord's Sword...... Then wait until you become the overlord!"

"This sect has said that you are not a king before, but you don't know whether to live or die to cultivate the way of the sword, it's just a joke!"

"Look at how this sect breaks your hegemony in the way of the sword!"

"Broken ......"

With hatred on his face, Zhang Feiyuan immediately slashed at the attacking golden sword.

Rumble......

Rumble......

Boom......

The two swords suddenly collided fiercely.

Xiao Chen looked at Zhang Feiyuan with cold eyes.

"Just because you are also worthy of breaking this king's overlord kendo!"

"Don't be ashamed!"

After the words fell, Xiao Chen jumped up and slapped Zhang Feiyuan with a palm in the air.

"Dead ......"

"Fire Cloud Palm ......"

Zhang Feiyuan looked at the Huoyun palm that was slapped in the sky, and sneered disdainfully and slashed it with a sword.

"Looking for ...... Death"

The sword roared out and slashed towards the Fire Cloud Palm.

Instantly defeated, and then continued to slash towards Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen looked at the attacking sword, his eyes were full of ruthlessness, and he slashed away with a sword.

Bang!

At that time, Xiao Chen's figure was shocked again.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand exploded in an instant.

However, at this time, Xiao Chen just flew and landed next to a long sword, and with a twist of his wrist, a long sword flew into his hand

Zhang Feiyuan looked at Xiao Chen who was on the edge with cold eyes, and there was a cold color in his eyes.

"Son, what other words do you want!"

When Zhang Feiyuan spoke, he held the sword in his right hand and slowly stepped forward, and the lingering sword intent on his body became stronger and stronger.

With eyes like eagles, he asked angrily at Xiao Chen.

However, although Xiao Chen's expression on the other side was pale, his expression was cold, and his star eyes were full of fighting intent, without a trace of fear.

Looking at Zhang Feiyuan, who was walking slowly, Xiao Chen also sneered, "I encourage you to say this!"

Zhang Feiyuan couldn't help but be furious when he heard this, "You are looking for death!"

"The north wind rises, and the clouds fly!"

"Death!"

But seeing Zhang Feiyuan pointing at the sky, the eagle's eyes widened angrily, and he roared, and the moment the breath of his whole body soared, he pressed towards Xiao Chen with a fierce beast-like aura.

The cyan sword rays instantly converged, and the volley slashed towards Xiao Chen.

At the same time, his figure pounced on Xiao Chen like a ghost.

Xiao Chen looked at Zhang Feiyuan, who was rushing over, and his eyes were full of coldness.

"Earth domineering trick!"

"The overlord dances the sword, and the gods and ghosts retreat!"

With a roar, Xiao Chen's body suddenly erupted with an incomparably terrifying and domineering aura, like a sleeping beast waking up in an instant.

followed, and a sword met the attacking Zhang Feiyuan.

Rumble......

Boom......

The two swords collided fiercely.

Then I saw two figures rushing towards each other.

The sword clanged!

Smashed together.

"Die ......"

"Don't be ashamed to speak ......"

However, at this moment, the alloy long sword in Xiao Chen's hand exploded with a snap again.

Zhang Feiyuan couldn't help laughing when he saw this, and the long sword in his hand slashed unstoppably at Xiao Chen.

"Not good...... Danger!"

"Damn bastards...... How so!"

"Ah...... Heart!"

When the audience around them saw the scene in the field, they all screamed in surprise.

Even the big man was pale, and he almost didn't lose his temper and stood up.

Hua Guifei's face was even more frightened, and she covered her mouth with her jade hands.

But......

Even the eldest princess of Hanyang was staring, full of nervous and worried looks.

Li Yunsheng, the fifth prince of the Northern Desert Wolf Clan, saw this scene, and his whole face laughed hideously.

"Finally dead!"

Not far away, when the three princes of Northern Qi saw this scene, the corners of their mouths couldn't help revealing a little playful sneer.

The Seventh Prince shook his head and sighed, "It's a pity!"

Zhou Jian, the ninth prince of the Western Zhou Dynasty, looked at the scene in the field, his eyes widened slightly, and there seemed to be a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Is he going to fall? Probably not, he's not a reckless man!"