"You deserve my real shot!"

As soon as the words fell, he saw the Aoki Tree Martial Spirit waving in the wind, and then the light shone brightly, and the scorching light was like the first sun, and Tang San and the others couldn't open their eyes.

The light dissipated, and an illusory figure slowly walked out of the green wood tree, the figure was exactly the same as Chen Xiaoming, but it was a little taller, the whole body was shrouded in silver light, and a long silver hair fell behind him, but there were thousands of changes in his eyes, and silver streamers flickered, as if the space was broken, flashing with strange light.

Chen Xiaoming's phantom figure floated in the air, and with a slight step under his feet, the landing space vibrated and rippled layer by layer, like a lake.

The right hand fluttered towards the trunk of the tree that stretched out before, and saw a blazing fiery red light gushing out from the trunk, enveloping the trunk in an instant.

It was like a raging fire, and it was like a thousand tempers, but in the blink of an eye, the original trunk had turned into an ordinary wooden stick about two meters long, and the body of the stick was red, exuding a strong fluctuation of soul power.

"Click."

The right hand was lightly placed on the wooden stick, and the silver light in the phantom Chen Xiaoming's eyes flashed, pouring into the wooden stick, and from the place where the wooden stick was covered, a silver streamer went towards the two ends of the wooden stick, and in the blink of an eye, there were ancient lines carved on it.

The white clothes are fluttering, the silver hair is flying, and the phantom Chen Xiaoming is standing with a stick.

The space around was illusory, Tang San and the others who were in the distance looked at it intently, it was obvious that Chen Xiaoming was there, but it was unreal, and there was always a strange illusion in their minds.

It seems that it is not Chen Xiaoming who is standing there, but a huge ancient tree that runs through the sky and cannot be seen.

The phantom Chen Xiaoming smiled lightly, looking at the black killing sword that had arrived, the wooden stick in his hand moved slightly, and then the space in front of him was like a lake, flooding with a huge wave, and under the huge waves, a trace of darkness emerged, this darkness was not soul power, not soul skill, but broken space.

"Block."

With a crisp sound, the huge waves of space rolled, and the black killing word was blocked only one meter away from Chen Xiaoming, the space was shattered, and the first black killing word was directly annihilated.

As if washing the gravel, the space shook and went towards the second killing word, the first killing word was broken, and the light on the second killing word was a little stronger, this time in the face of the broken space, it was against the space shattering, and continued to move forward a little.

Without giving it a chance to react, the third and fourth black killing sword rays flew in, directly confronting the vibrating space.

"Huh."

The fifth black killing word followed, and the terrifying sword burst out, and the space that was originally facing each other was instantly shattered, and a black gap appeared, and the gap appeared quickly, and it recovered faster.

But in this way, the blow of the phantom Chen Xiaoming was blocked by him, and the sixth black killing sword was far more powerful than the previous sword.

At this moment, it attacked with lightning speed, and the black light around him followed, and before it was approaching, an extremely sharp sword intent had already attacked.

Chen Xiaoming raised his hand slightly, but the wooden stick in his hand that had not been moved was waved, and a silver light flashed away, and the next second directly appeared in front of the sixth black killing word.

"Bang."

With a low muffled sound, the silver light flashed, and the space around him seemed to move slightly, and then the huge black killing sword light disappeared directly into the field before it could explode.

Such a strange scene made Ning Fengzhi, Tang San and the others all stunned, especially the master, and the doubt in his eyes became even stronger.

Even if it's a mutated martial soul, a green wood tree doesn't match the space class, how did this martial soul mutate? The killing master couldn't have imagined that Chen Xiaoming had something like a plug-in.

Offsetting the six black killing words lightly, Chen Xiaoming finally greeted Sword Douluo Chenxin's last sword.

The human sword is one, and the seventh sword is killed!

The seventh sword flew by, and the power was not as huge as the previous six swords, but the sword rays converged to a point, and there was only a little black sword ray.

The entire space was like a blank piece of paper at this moment, slashed by this black sword, leaving a black trace.

The distance was getting closer and closer, and just when the sword was ten meters away from the phantom Chen Xiaoming, a special wave flashed and shrouded Chen Xiaoming's body.

The Seven Killings Realm exploded at this moment, and the light on the sword once again condensed a few points, and the realm that had been integrated into the Seven Killings Sword could still explode at this moment, but it surprised Chen Xiaoming.

However, the stronger Sword Douluo was, the more calm he became.

The silver light flashed in the eyes of the phantom Chen Xiaoming, and the right hand that had not moved all this time finally moved, and he simply raised it, and then pointed it out with a wooden stick at the sword.

"Buzz ......."

With an inaudible sound, the power of the sword that had increased to an extremely terrifying level stabbed on the wooden stick, which looked like no more than a stick of mortal wood, and actually blocked the strongest sword.

The space seemed to be frozen, such a scene was something Tang San, Ning Fengzhi and the others had never thought of.

They thought that Chen Xiaoming would win, but they resisted it with difficulty, not so lightly.

One by one, their eyes widened, and they looked at this strange scene in horror.

Tang San, who had the Purple Pole Demon Pupil operating to the extreme, was also unable to break through the terrifying fluctuations of Chen Xiaoming and Sword Douluo Chenxin's confrontation, and the surroundings of the two seemed to be shrouded in a layer of strange fluctuations, Tang San's Purple Pole Demon Pupil couldn't see it at all.

Even Tang San was like this, not to mention the others, all of them were stunned in place at this moment.

"Grandpa Sword...."

Seeing Sword Douluo Chen's heart in such a situation, Ning Rongrong muttered softly in disbelief.

At the same time, the dust heart, which turned into a sword, was the one who was most surprised.

With Ning Fengzhi's assistance, he is no longer inferior to Chen Xiaoming in terms of soul power, and he has even broken through the limit, combining human and sword, and slashed out his own peak seventh sword, with such strength, Sword Douluo Chenxin has already reached the level of Extreme Douluo.

I asked myself that even if God came to face such a blow, he would not dare to be so calm.

His eyes looked at the tip of his Seven Killing Sword in disbelief, there was a faint but brilliant silver ray, Tang San couldn't see it, but Chenxin could see that it was the silver ray that was blocking him.

The wooden stick under the silver mang, like an unfathomable sea, was like a sword slashing into the sea, only setting off a trace of fluctuations, and then returning to calm.

The black sword light slowly dissipated, and the figure of Sword Douluo Chenxin appeared, holding the Seven Killing Sword in his hand, his robe was blown and drummed, and the Seven Killing Sword trembled slightly.

Seeing this, Chen Xiaoming saw that the wooden stick in his hand was slightly slight, and he saw a slight fluctuation and a shock, and Sword Douluo Chenxin directly retreated, holding the Seven Killing Sword for a few landings, and retreated to Ning Fengzhi's side, with a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

Phantom Chen Xiaoming smiled indifferently, this was the first time he had used the power of his bloodline to fuse his martial soul to fight, and his strength made him very satisfied.

Looking at Sword Douluo Chen's defeated retreat, Chen Xiaoming's body flashed with light, and he smiled indifferently.

"You're the first person to let me use some of my true strength."

"You're something to be proud of."