Chapter 522: The shock of the angry waves!

"Unparalleled Battle Spirit!"
At this moment, Xiao Chen's aura suddenly increased, no less than the fifth level of the Martial God, the immortal essence in his body gushed out of his life, and at the same time, a force of robbery thunder surged from the nameless Dantian.
Like Wang Kun, Xiao Chen raised the Wanying Sword at the same height, and all the power poured into the sword, forming a phantom as high as hundreds of feet above the Wanying Sword.
The power of terror is not weaker than the shadow formed by Wang Kun.
Seeing this, an unprecedented shock appeared on Angry Tao's face.
"I have a grandma, I said why I feel that the true essence in this kid is a little weird, this is his grandma's true essence, this is his grandma's Xianyuan!" Nu Tao directly exploded in his heart, how many times he lived For a hundred years, the shock in this life is not as much as it is today.
"How is this possible? Who on earth is this kid? How could he have Xian Yuan in his body? No wonder he is so strong!"
It is impossible for a person in the lower realm to cross the thunder stage and achieve immortal bones, so he didn't think about it at all. He didn't react until he saw Wang Kun took the blasting pill.
"Could it be that this kid was cultivated by a big power in the fairyland and came to the lower realm to experience?"
The more I thought about it, the more shocked I was in my heart.
"cut!"
"cut!"
Two angry shouts sounded at the same time, two huge sword shadows cut towards each other, and the entire sky was to be cut off.
"boom!"
The two sword shadows slammed together.
Everyone watched this battle intently. There were no gorgeous moves, only head-to-head. The strong below the Valkyrie could hardly stand, and all fell to the ground. I am afraid that only some senior Valkyrie strong can barely stabilize their minds.
The sword shadow entangled in the void for five breaths of time, and then the two sword shadows slowly turned into nothingness and dissipated in the void, as if they had never appeared before.
"Puff!" Xiao Chen spouted a mouthful of blood, leaning on the Wanying Sword, kneeling on one leg.
"Little Lord!"
"Xiao Chen!"
After seeing Xiao Chen vomiting blood, Si Ju and Mu Qingxuan both shouted worriedly.
Wang Kun on the opposite side looked at Xiao Chen lightly, and said indifferently: "You have lost!"
"Cough cough!" Xiao Chen coughed slightly, spouted another mouthful of blood, raised his head slowly, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and said faintly: "You should never lose it before?"
"No." Wang Kun said coldly: "Not once!"
Xiao Chen stood up slowly, looking at Wang Kun, his eyes calm and calm, "Losing is not a bad thing, sometimes losing can make you stronger."
"But, I definitely don't allow myself to lose!" Wang Kun said solemnly, taking a step towards Xiao Chen.
"Martial artist, rely on this, if you don't admit defeat here, you won't lose!" Xiao Chen slowly put his hand on his heart, and said lightly.
"I won't lose, nowhere!" Wang Kun took another step.
"Juvenile, you are too young to know the meaning of'to lose is to win his mother'."
"I don't need to know, I only know that as long as I kill you, I will win!" Wang Kun took another step.
"Well, you won." Xiao Chen said helplessly.
"I won!" Wang Kun took another step, but with this step, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, which dyed the white robe in front of him, very eye-catching! And his body slowly half-kneeled on the ground.
"Wang Kun is also injured!" Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked.
Xiao Chen took a step forward and made a low noise, but this sound put the Buddha on everyone's hearts.