Chapter 1812: My anger you can't stand it

Feng Chen grinned after speaking, and then flicked his wrist hard, a sharp sword rang, and Feng Chen took the majestic sword to fly to Wang Xuan.
"Why ..." A muffled sound came, and the Chinese excalibur Red Dust in Feng Chen's hand cut through the void at a fast speed, then chopped directly on the scales of Wang Xuan without any fancy.
"Roar ..." After Wang Xuan turned into the body, the defense was amazing. Feng Chen fully fought even the defense of Wang Xuan without splitting, leaving only a mark on the opponent's body.
"Blood burial!" For Wang Xuan, this sword is not much different from the tickling one. He has a blood mouth, and in the void suddenly appeared countless objects similar to snowflake shapes. These objects are as red as blood. Extraordinarily bright.
"Cut the sky and destroy the earth!" Feng Chen looked cold, and immediately made a decision. He felt a hint of threat from this strike from Wang Xuan.
Wang Xuan's attack was not simple. At the cost of his own yuan god, he sacrificed it at the expense of the yuan god. At the same time, he knew very well the gap between him and Feng Chen. Ordinary attacks would not cause anything at all. Substantial harm.
"My wrath, you can't stand it!" Wang Xuan waved his tail, and the blood flowers floating in the void quickly gathered together, and then turned into an arrow, blasting towards Fengchen.
"With my blood, return to heaven and earth, my origin, return to nothingness, origin, burning, forbidden surgery, rise!"
Feng Chen gently threw his right hand, and the Chinese excalibur Red Dust floated on top of his head immediately. After that, he folded his hands together and took several seals. Then the index finger of his left hand was gently stroked in the palm of his right hand. The bright red blood spilled out along the mouth in the blink of an eye and rubbed his hands.
"There is more than one way, come back quickly! Cut me!"
A strong sword qi broke from the middle-class excalibur red dust floating above him, followed by a sharp sword awn.
After three breaths, two forces collided together.
"Boom ..." The explosion came out, and a figure flew upside down. The blood flower floating in the void still existed, but the color of the blood flower was not as eye-catching as before.
"Boom ..." Feng Chen was sent out by this powerful force to Zhen Fei, and he fell heavily to the ground, exhaling a spit in his mouth.
"Bang!" Feng Chen patted his right hand to the ground and stood up.
"Feng Chen, this seat said, My wrath, you can't stand it!" Seeing Feng Chen being shaken by himself, Wang Xuan's heart finally got a little satisfaction.
"Sword comes!" Feng Chen didn't look at Wang Xuan at all. He raised an eyebrow, put out his right hand flatly, and spit out two words from his mouth gently. He only heard a bang, and a white awn in the distant void. After the attack, the Red Dust Excalibur stayed in his hand steadily, and the sound of the chirping Jianming kept coming.
"Thunder comes!" Then, Feng Chen held the red dust sword and pointed at the sky.
"Boom ... Kaka ..." A huge thunder roared, the thunder rolled loudly, and a violent thunderous sound came out, a thick silver lightning pierced through the sky above like a dragon, and with a forward momentum, it directly struck the Red Dust Excalibur. On the body surface, the power of the Thunder poured in.
"Boom ... Kaka ..." A loud thunder roared, the thunder rolled above the sky, and it rang loudly. Every time a thunder sounded, there was a slight tremor in the entire space, as if the mountain was shaking. Before the end of the day came The signs are average.
"Zizziz ..." Lightning thick as an arm, crackling on the surface of the red dust.
Whether it's a demon or an orc demon, even for the human race, the power of the thunder represents Tianwei, and in their souls, they have deep fears.
"The power of thunder? How is this ... how is this possible?" Wang Xuan's expression turned pale and pale.
It is no exaggeration to say that no matter who the scene is, everyone at the scene becomes pale at this moment, and they find that there is a trace of fear in their own souls.
Although there was only a trace of fear, it was enough to prove their fear at the moment.
"What is this kid about?" Zhao Tianba swallowed his throat involuntarily, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.
At present, it is estimated that everyone present will keep Feng Chen, the mysterious young man, firmly in mind, and at the same time mark Feng Chen's body with an object that cannot be provoked.
Feng Chen ignored the expressions on these people's faces, and with the power of Thunder entering the body, the arc of light on the surface of the Red Dust Excalibur instantly became a little thicker. It became more severe, and the sword was more overbearing. It seemed to be attached with a kind of imposing momentum.
Feng Chen held Hongchen in his hand, and wiped out the blood on the corner of his mouth. At the same time, his left hand quickly pinched a sword finger, and a little blood was forced out of the center of his eyebrow. on.
After the essence blood dripped in, the surface of the Red Dust Excalibur rose up, and a dazzling golden arc intersects with the dazzling golden arc. It crosses left and right and jumps constantly.
At this moment, when Feng Chen ’s own clothes were windless, the whole body was released with a violent atmosphere. The momentum of the whole person was rising sharply, the spirit in the body was violent, the Red Dust Excalibur sword was fierce, the overbearing sword washes the world, and the sword was powerful. Swept all around.
"Cut me!" Feng Chen held the sword in both hands, and a sharp stroke of the sword flashed, and a fierce sword arc flashed, instantly turning into tens of thousands of sword arcs to cover Wang Xuan, and the entire space was where the sword arc passed The layers of sword shadows are left as if they were the essence, and the space is rippled.
The power of a sword is overwhelming.
"Chopping, chopping, chopping!" Feng Chen's body slammed with a mighty force, and the divine power quickly poured out like a river breaking the bank, and then a low drink came from his mouth.
In the sword arc, the sword destroying the sky and the earth suddenly exploded, just like a storm.
Just when these sword arcs were about to hit Wang Xuan, Feng Chen's eyes were sharp, his thoughts moved again, his mouth burst into a drink, and his mouth gently spit out the words: "Thunder!"
The words fell, and those sword arcs with indomitable momentum suddenly burst out a few bright thunder rays, extremely dazzling.
These sword arcs are not ordinary sword arcs. They are sword arcs with the power of thunder, and the power of them can be imagined.
Boom boom! The roar of roar kept coming from the front.
"Bang, bang!" These dense sword-like arcs exploded directly on Wang Xuan's body surface. Rao is no matter how strong the defense of Wang Xuan's body scales is, it cannot resist such a wild bombing.
At the scene, there was a mess, the dust was everywhere, the dust was everywhere, and the air was filled with a hint of thunder.
"His ..." Everyone took a cool breath, staring intently at the direction where Wang Xuan stood, especially the demon monks on Chongming Island, their hearts all referring to their throats.