Chapter 1473: War, mid-Jinxian

When Feng Chen on the side was stunned, he immediately shot. He never expected that Chuan Chuan would be so lethargic. The breath emanating from Wang De was definitely Jinxian, and Chuan Chuan was looking for death.
"Dead!" Wang De coldly spit out a word, his eyes were murderous, and his hand was a wave.
A strong Xianyuanli burst out, blasting towards the delusion.
"Well ..." Wang De's Xianyuanli instantly smashed the yellow dragon. The two are not at the same level. They are just a Xianyuanli. Beat it.
"Thunder through the sky!" "The sky is cracking!" "Irmentation!"
"Well ..."
Feng Chen waved three swords, and three swords broke out. Once they came up, they were as if they were facing the enemy. Once they came up, they were their current killing moves.
The three sword-mongers collided with Wang De's immortal force, and Feng Chen grasped the arm of Wanchuan with one hand, and quickly retreated.
"Wow ..." The powerful air waves swept away instantly, and under the violent air waves, both Wanchuan and Feng Chen spit out blood.
And Wang De's immortal force was also scattered by Feng Chen's three swords.
"Boy, who are you?" Wang De sank, and he didn't expect that he didn't kill the other person with one blow.
It stands to reason that a random hit by a monk in the middle of Jinxian period is not what the monks in Tianxian period can do next.
"Kill you!" Feng Chen wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth with his hand, and said with a look of indifference.
"Huh! I don't care who you are, you will die today!" Wang De's expression of Feng Chen's expression turned blue, and his face became more angry.
"It must be you who died today!" Feng Chen sang coldly, his mouth rising.
Wang De stared at Feng Chen tightly, and suddenly laughed on the sky, with a disdainful, scornful look on his face, and laughed: "Hahaha, this is the biggest joke I have ever heard! It depends on your early days and earth fairy. Mid-term cultivation? "
"As for a joke, you'll know later!"
Hearing Feng Chen's irony, Wang De's face changed, Jinxian's dignity could not be violated, and he roared: "Junior, if you seek death, I will complete you!"
Wang De snorted and snorted, a blue flame suddenly appeared on his body, and the flame was three feet high.
Immediately, he turned into a cyan afterimage and rushed over.
"Dead!" In a short blink of an eye, Wang De waved his fists, and the blue flames turned into hundreds of blue fist shadows, smashing into the two.
The shadow of the fist has not yet arrived, and the hot temperature is coming, making the surrounding temperature rise sharply.
"not good!"
Feng Chen whispered secretly, his pupils contracted for a while, feeling the horrible power of Wang De's blow, Feng Chen didn't dare to carelessly, and the inheritance sword in his hand quickly split forward numerous sword awns.
Cyan flame, Jianmang vertical and horizontal.
"Bang, bang!" Two muffled sounds came, and they saw the two figures flying backwards, and then fell heavily more than ten meters away.
Feng Chen and Ruchuan were hit hard by Wang De.
"How can the light of firefight compete with Haoyue, and today is your death day next year!"
Wang Deyan stopped, rubbing his hands, the blue flame on his body instantly turned into a long stick, and hit him with a blow towards Feng Chen.
The power contained in this stick is completely different from what it was just now. The power contained in this hit is enough for the monks in the middle of Jinxian to dare not take it.
Feng Chen's thoughts turned, and the killing and warfare in his heart rose rapidly, and he did not dare to enlighten him. I don't know when the inheritance sword in his hand had disappeared, and in his hand was his superb fairy, broken.
"Boss, I've been stabbed again!" Broken holds in his hand, the knife is not too big, and the ridicule and dust can be divided into different occasions.
"Don't talk nonsense!" Feng Chen said with a thought, and he whispered, "The sky is empty!"
The power of qi and blood in his body instantly swelled with his mind, and all the forces converged on the lotus in his body. At this moment, Feng Chen's momentum continued to rise at this moment. At this moment, he was like a victory. Advent.
After Feng Chen finished speaking, he held the hilt of the Broken Sword with both hands, and continuously injected the power of Xian Yuan into the Broken Sword. After two breaths, the Broken Sword was shining brightly, and the sword kept rising, exuding a vast and elusive world. breath.
The momentum climbed violently, Xianyuan slammed, the severance in his hands was fierce, and the domineering swords swept the world, and the swordsmanship swept around.
"Cut me!"
Feng Chen slaps the ground with his palms, stands up, holds the sword in both hands, draws a sword, a fiery sword arc flashes, where the sword arc passes, leaving layers of sword shadows like substance, and space ripples layer by layer, this For a moment, heaven and earth seemed to be divided into two halves.
In the sword arc, the sword destroying the sky and the earth broke out instantly, and it was chopped to Wang De like a storm.
"Huh! I want to do the trick again! Hit the stone with a egg!"
Wang De didn't care, and didn't pay attention to his eyes. He didn't take Feng Chen's blow at heart at all.
Because he had just learned Feng Chen's blow, in his opinion, it was not much different from tickling.
What he didn't know was that the hit just now was exhibited with the best weapon of inheritance sword, but this time it was different. It was displayed with the best fairy sacrifice. The difference between the two cannot be avoided. whisper.
Forgiveness is so bad, Feng Chen is uncomfortable. Nearly 80% of Xianyuan's strength in Feng Chen's body a light, and if it is not stopped in time, I'm afraid I will be sucked into a jerky.
"Boom ..." a loud noise spread.
Two powerful and horrifying forces collided together, and the dust filled the sky, and even a hint of ripples appeared in the space of the fairyland.
You must know that the space of the immortal realm can be ten million times stronger than that of the spiritual realm. Rao is so, even under the blow of the dust, there is a wave. How powerful is this power.
In an instant, Wang De's long stick was swallowed up by the sword mang of the broken sword. Wang De saw this, his mouth widened, his eyes widened, and his calm expression on his face was replaced by surprise.
"boom!"
Then the sword-sword of the Broken Sword hit Wang De's chest. Suddenly, he was blown out by this force, and his chest was sunken.
If it wasn't for Feng Chen's self-cultivation to be limited, and if he could advance to the middle of Tianxian, Wang De would surely die.
The power of the best immortal is evident.
Wang De vomited blood in his mouth and stained his robes with a look of embarrassment.
He never expected that he was injured by the other party, and his ribs were broken in his chest.
"This ... this is impossible, how could you break open my attack?" Wang De covered his chest with one hand, startled.