Such a scene stunned Ouyang Long underground, looking at Xiao Chen, who was dressed in white under the moonlight, with a natural grandmaster demeanor flowing on his body.

"Grandmaster demeanor! He has been promoted to a grandmaster-level martial saint, no, his cultivation is still a lot worse, and he is not a grandmaster-level martial saint. ”

Ouyang Long didn't dare to think about it, he didn't care about the other disciples of the Zixiao Sword Sect, he turned around and ran.

As soon as his heart moved, the bright moon in the sky slowly dispersed, looking at Ouyang Long who had fled, Xiao Chen's face flashed with murderous aura.

He stepped on two thunder dragons, galloping, flashing in the light.

The purple thunder talisman in the sea of consciousness is constantly rotating, and the power of the will is blessed on the thunder dragon under his feet.

made Xiao Chen look like he was stepping on a thunderbolt and fused with the thunder light. The speed was amazing, and after a few accelerations, he caught up with the injured Ouyang Long.

Bang bang bang!

Ouyang Long no longer had a sword in his hand, and he was injured again, how could he stop Xiao Chen, but after ten moves, he was beaten by Xiao Chen and fell to the ground, weak.

"Ahem, Xiao Chen, don't be too early. This time, not only will you not be able to go to the king's ceremony, but you will also not want to live. ”

Ouyang Long knew that he was going to die, and roared in despair: "You guy, you will definitely die halfway through......"

Xiao Chen didn't wait for him to finish, he stretched out his hand and pointed, a wisp of knife light flashed, and there was an extra blood hole in his eyebrows, and there was no life.

He took off the space ring in his hand, weighed it, and put it into his Qiankun ring.

In his mind, Ouyang Long's words before his death echoed, you are walking a dead end, a dead end.

Xiao Chen's gaze drifted into the distance, which was the direction of the Zhongzhou Martial God Palace. His steps did not hesitate, his heart did not flinch at all, and he walked forward without hesitation.

is also like the heart of a swordsman, not panicking, not hesitating, rather bending than bending.

Above the heavenly dome, on a heavy battleship, the people of the three kingly families gathered together.

In the control room, the sons of Yan Shishi and Jiang Lin sat together, and behind each of the three stood an old man, who was the great elder of the three inner families.

In front of them, there is a mirror like a water curtain. The picture of the two great grandmasters dying tragically in Xiao Chen's hands was clearly visible on it.

Let these people all take a breath of cold air, they didn't expect that Xiao Chen would grow to such a point.

The son of the Lin family said with gloomy eyes: "This guy really can't stay, otherwise he will definitely be the second Qingdi." When the time comes, let him be in charge of the Martial God Palace, there will definitely be no way for our family to live. ”

Yan Shishi chuckled: "Don't worry, he will definitely not be able to run this time, maybe he doesn't need us to make a move." ”

Although a group of people saw Xiao Chen's strength, they still had full confidence in killing Xiao Chen, obviously fully prepared, and had the means to kill Xiao Chen.

Seven days later, Xiao Chen came to a city.

This city is a large frontier city, located at the junction of the Xuan Domain and the Tianwu Domain, and is called Qihuo City.

Along the way, in addition to pondering martial arts, the most fundamental cultivation has also not fallen behind.

He has forty-nine top-grade spiritual veins on his body, and he also has a purple thunder determination that surpasses the heaven-level exercises, and his cultivation speed is thousands of miles in a day.

If it weren't for the Purple Thunder Decisive Seventh Level, Xiao Chen's foundation would have been too big and too strong, and he would have successfully reached the realm of a grandmaster-level martial saint, without waiting until now.

At this moment, Xiao Chen was left with only a layer of peeling film from the grandmaster-level martial saint, and with a light bucket, he could be promoted to the grandmaster-level martial saint.

However, he had even greater ambitions, and a Grandmaster-level Martial Saint was not what he wanted.

He wanted to take this opportunity to directly reach the realm of the Great Grandmaster at the moment of breaking through the top-grade peak Martial Saint, and only in this way could he be at the King Sealing Ceremony.

With absolute strength, he overwhelmed Xiahou Jue in the White Emperor City, and cut down all the young people who were ready to make trouble and destroy.

This is not impossible, in terms of resources, he is not short at all, and the forty-eight top-grade spiritual veins in his hands are impossible for the heirs of the Holy Land to compare with him.

What he lacks is only inner perception and vision.

Those old grandmasters all have hundreds of years of martial arts perception and vision.

What Xiao Chen has to do is to take this test as an opportunity to complete the path that those people have taken in a hundred years.

This is also the reason why he refused to be escorted by Ying Qiong, and this road can only be walked by himself.

Otherwise, even if you go to Zhongzhou and appear at the king ceremony, it will just be a shame.

Retracting his thoughts, Xiao Chen began to look at the city in front of him, it was too quiet and incongruous.

The divine sense swept slightly, and the streets and alleys were empty.

Raising his legs and stepping into the city, the wide streets, stalls, restaurants, shops, only a little dust, this city has not been empty for long.

Rumble!

When Xiao Chen walked to the center of the city, in the silent city, a cold murderous aura suddenly gushed out and rushed away.

Above the houses in the city, there jumped out one by one with grim faces, murderous spirits, wearing black armor and holding crossbows, densely packed with no less than 50,000 people.

If you look closely, there are some doorways where everyone is standing, which seems to form a strange formation.

One by one, the murderous spearheads were all directed at Xiao Chen, so many of them.

Even Xiao Chen felt an unnaturalness, his muscles tightened, and the power of the law beat rapidly.

His brows furrowed slightly, feeling a little incredible, even if his divine sense was swept away before, this place was an empty city, and no one was in sight.

Pedal Pedal Ped

There was a sound of horses' hooves, and in the distance of the street, several tall black horses, carrying up a trail of dust, galloped towards them.

Riding a horse and whipping, in a few breaths, a cavalry squad of about 100 people came to Xiao Chen.

The black armor of the hundred-man cavalry in front of him was more condensed and heavy than the armor on those elite soldiers.

Between the gaps inlaid with the battle armor, there was an occasional flash of light, which was clearly a complete set of saint-level high-level secret treasures.

A complete set of saint-level high-level secret treasures is much more powerful than ordinary king-level secret treasures.

100 cavalry, one set per person, this is a big deal, it is difficult to take it without 20 million Black Star Coins, and it is not even easy to do it if you have money.

Sitting down on the black horse, it is not an ordinary spirit bird, looking at its characteristics, it is clearly a top war horse unicorn horse, and the strength of the horse itself can be comparable to that of a martial saint.

In a place thousands of kilometers away from Xiao Chen, he paused neatly and didn't say a word, just looked at Xiao Chen with a cold face.

Xiao Chen searched for information about Qihuo City in his mind.

As a frontier city, Qihuo City is under the jurisdiction of the Martial God Palace, and it has the responsibility of guarding the Heavenly Martial Domain. These soldiers on the eaves are all elite soldiers who have experienced hundreds of battles and thousands of battles, and they are much stronger than some disciples of the Nine Rank Sect.

The city lord Wang Feng has the cultivation of a quasi-emperor, and these cavalry in front of him may be the other party's personal soldiers.

"Xiao Chen, the white-clothed city, Wang Feng, the city lord of Qihuo City, has been known for a long time. ”

While Xiao Chen was thinking about it, on the tallest tower in the city, a man in black stood on it and said to Xiao Chen.

The tower and Xiao Chen were 10,000 meters apart, and with his eyesight alone, he could only see a black figure, and he couldn't see the other party's appearance clearly.

The divine sense probed over, and was affected by a momentum, and only a vague outline could be seen.

Wang Feng stood on top of the tower, and did nothing, when the wind and clouds churned behind him. Swallowing thousands of weather, people feel a kind of magnificent atmosphere.

Quasi-Emperor, this is Quasi-Emperor, anywhere in the Kunlun realm, he can be called the quasi-emperor of the man. In further, you will be able to ascend the avenue and enter the realm of Emperor Wu.

The other party put on such a big battle, but he was not in a hurry to attack, and he didn't know what idea to fight.

Xiao Chen responded to all changes with no change, and said in a deep voice: "Hao Tianzong Xiao Chen, I have seen the Wang City Lord. ”

Ten thousand meters away, on the top of the tower, Wang Feng said with a smile: "In such a situation, you can still be so calm, Xiao Chen, who is in white clothes, has some courage." ”

"I, Wang, don't talk nonsense, entrusted by the Holy Lord of White Emperor City, please be in this small city. Stay for a month, and after a month, the sea and the sky will be wide and you will be free. ”

It's pretty to say, after January, the king ceremony has long ended, and the daylilies are cold.

Xiao Chen said calmly: "What if I say no?"

Wang Feng had already guessed Xiao Chen's answer, and laughed softly: "Then my army of 50,000 guarding the frontier will leave you with no bones." ”

His tone is flat and understated.

But when the words fell, the already bleak murderous aura in the city became even colder.

Above the eaves, fifty thousand pairs of eyes stared at Xiao Chen, and the cold murderous aura penetrated through the pores.

Ordinary people can't bear it for a long time under such a battle. Fear spreads to every part of the body, and half of the combat power is enough.

Qihuo Town guards the frontier, as long as Xiao Chen enters the Tianwu Domain from this direction, he will be discovered by the other party at the first time.

Whether you enter the city or not, the result is actually the same.

"Offended!"

At this point, there is nothing to say, even if there are thousands of troops, he has to break through, and he has to go to the grand ceremony.

Sou!

The toes were just a little bit, and before they left the ground, countless sounds of breaking the sky came out. One by one, the black arrows, flickering with streamers and emitting piercing chirps, flew towards Xiao Chen.

You don't need to look at it to guess that the arrow is certainly not an ordinary arrow. It can definitely hurt, the existence of a grandmaster-level martial saint, and the 50,000 elite soldiers guarding the frontier in Qihuo Town, are definitely not decorations.

Arrows rained down, overwhelming, without a dead end, and the piercing sound of breaking the air was connected. The murderous aura that was previously stored in momentum. At this moment, there was a bang, and the heavens and the earth trembled.

Bang bang bang!

Infinite sword intent burst out from every part of Xiao Chen's body, and one arrow after another was crushed in the air, unable to get close to Xiao Chen's body.

Stepping on the thunder dragon, his body was like electricity, Xiao Chen's air flickered non-stop, and the sword wind was everywhere.

The black-armored soldiers on the eaves are jumping back and forth, and they are agile.

Arrows, like streamers, fly away, and shoot non-stop. Biting Xiao Chen tightly, as long as he relaxes a little, ten thousand arrows will pierce his heart.

The hundred black-armored cavalrymen below stared at Xiao Chen's figure, without saying a word, and there was no expression on their faces.

Farther away, Wang Feng on top of the tower, smiled slightly, and stood with his hands in his hands.