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Wu Chen's face was cloudy, and his eyelids were beating wildly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He stared at the angry young man in front of him, the uneasiness and restlessness in his heart became stronger and stronger, he wanted to give in at the moment, avoid fighting, and just ask for his life. But now, is this possible?

The meaning of people's words has been clarified, that is, with the idea of never dying. Wu Chen had no other choice but to face his Ying Feng.

"Although this kid's cultivation has made a great breakthrough, after all, he is just a little ghost who has not been deeply involved in the world, and he can't get the heat to go, if it comes to the experience of facing the enemy, it must be me who has the advantage. With eyes like poisonous snakes, locked on the young man not far away, Wu Chen secretly speculated in his heart, and finally gradually regained some confidence. He knows very well that killing and fighting are not as long as you have a strong cultivation to represent everything, and sometimes the experience and scheming of the old way will also make the balance of victory tilt critically.

"I've been crisscrossing the martial arts realm for more than ten years, is it possible that I will lose to a hairy boy? The great enmity of the grandson, let's end it now. ”

The uneasiness in my heart lasted for a moment, and at last it gradually dissipated as my sanity was restored, and in its place was a strange resentment. After Wu Han's death, Wu Chen had been struggling to find the murderer, and then he finally found it, but he was escaped by the other party cunningly, and now, the moment he thought about it finally came, the murderer was in front of him, and there was no reason to retreat.

As the dust of the thoughts in his mind settled, Wu Chen no longer hesitated, his dry hands shook slightly, a few wisps of battle qi flashed away, and he quickly entered a state of preparation.

"Xu Yan, the grudges between us are all because of you. If you hadn't killed my grandson in the first place, we wouldn't have come to this point. Wu Chen's eyes flickered, and the battle qi in his body was like boiling seawater, tumbling rapidly.

"What's the use of talking about this now? The grievances between you and me are irreconcilable, and today, you will definitely die. Xu Yan smiled faintly, his palm swept over the bag, and the black light flashed, and the thick and simple battle knife was suddenly held in the palm of his hand.

"Don't think that if you are lucky enough to break through to the Earth Martial Realm, you can be so rampant. The old man is not afraid of you!" Wu Chen gritted his teeth, Xu Yan's attitude towards the wooden man in his eyes was undoubtedly provoking his dignity and bottom line. Rao knew that this young man was no longer what he used to be, but the anger in his heart still couldn't stop spreading.

Xu Yan shook his head, no longer talking nonsense, and the battle spirit roared out behind him, like two black and white dragons, roaring in the air, mighty, an eternal aura that seemed to not belong to today's world, and suddenly occupied this area.

The black shadow battle spirit, tall, like an ancient demon god, stood on the spot, the battle axe scimitar in his hand collided with each other, sonorous, with unparalleled power, as if it could tear the sky apart, magnificent. In comparison, the White Shadow Battle Spirit is much quieter, but it also exudes a demonic aura, and there is a terrifying situation that does not move like a mountain and moves like thunder.

Seeing Xu Yan's even more bizarre battle spirit than before, Wu Chen's throat rolled, and he couldn't help but show a look of horror. Even though he was mentally prepared, after the other party showed his strength, he still had an unexpected feeling.

Xu Yan's face was calm, the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, his body was ten feet in the air, and the war knife in his hand was aimed at Wu Chen, slashing down fiercely.

The hand rises, and the knife falls. Just such a simple action, but this space became disordered, the pitch-black war knife, at this moment, was like a mountain range across the sky, with a crescent arc that covered the sky and the sun, ran through the void, and fell down with a bang.

The sword seemed to have a demonic nature, and the earth trembled because of it, and countless huge cracks cracked, and the momentum was so fierce that it could not be stopped.

Wu Chen's face changed drastically and became extremely pale. At the critical moment, he reached out and pressed it on his chest, and a black ball of fire the size of a palm erupted from his mouth.

The black fire rose against the storm, and the area continued to expand, and finally turned into a curtain of fire and rain, filling the four fields, and the wind filled this world, and the whimpering sound was endless. The color of the fire rain is mainly black, but there is a faint touch of red, and Wu Chen has integrated his essence and blood into it in order to be safe.

"I haven't seen you for three years, and your moves are still so old-fashioned. In the sky, the corners of Xu Yan's mouth grinned slightly, and he let out a faint mockery, and at the same time, the war knife mixed with terrifying energy was finally under his control, and it slammed into this huge curtain of fire and rain.

"Boom!"

The ground in a radius of tens of meters collapsed in an instant. The black light of the war knife is shining, and the pressure is rolling, like a stormy wave, and it is extremely domineering. Wu Chen condensed the curtain of fire and rain of life essence and blood, and he had no power to resist and was directly crushed. He himself was also shocked out, his clothes shattered, his face turned pale, and his body shook violently.

"This kid, how strong is he?"

Wu Chen's cheeks agitated, and a trace of scarlet blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth. But he didn't have the heart to wipe it at all, his heart was pounding, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

At the beginning, he also planned to use his years of accumulated experience against the enemy to gain an advantage in battle. But his crooked thoughts didn't last long, and with a meeting between the two sides, it collapsed in an instant.

He couldn't have imagined that the young man in front of him was not only not weaker than him, but more experienced and aggressive. With just one shot, Wu Chen already knew that this young man was an impenetrable piece of iron, and there was no hole to drill at all.

"If an average person spends most of his time meditating, then his experience of the enemy will definitely be affected and become a disadvantage. But this kid completely violates this common sense. Not only is the cultivation extremely terrifying, but even the experience of facing the enemy is more ruthless than ordinary people. How did this happen?" Wu Chen's body kept trembling, racking his brains, and constantly thinking about this question.

"Could it be" Suddenly, Wu Chen's expression froze, and considering a certain possibility, his face turned pale on the spot. He remembered that in addition to the method of meditation, there was also a more extreme way to improve his strength, which could just make a perfect explanation for the strength of the young man in front of him.

In the Mixed Yuan Continent, there are many races, and monks are also emerging in an endless stream. Among them, there are many cultivators and battle geniuses, because they have a paranoid desire for blood and life, so they tend to abandon their peaceful cultivation and instead resort to extremely risky and crazy killings to improve their cultivation. This cultivation method that fuses blood and fire creates not a vase in a greenhouse, but a real killing machine. Whether it is cultivation or experience against the enemy, it will occupy an absolute advantage.

The young man in front of him is very likely to be this cultivation method. Although he stands here quietly, he is as elegant as water, like a harmless sunny boy from humans and animals. But there is naturally a tyrannical murderous aura on the body, surging and surging, which is the unique temperament of characters who have only bathed in the sea of blood and trampled on the mountain of corpses.