Vol 2 Chapter 458: Dragon savvy

"Da Qin State, Xiao Chen, please enlighten me."
It was getting late, the sunset cast a flaming red glow on the glade field, and a layer of faint red radiance was plated on Xiao Chen's body.
A calm expression, a calm look, not happy or angry, Xiao Chen appeared again in the eyes of everyone.
"Xiao Chen! This guy is coming up again, can you win in a row?"
Every time Xiao Chen’s victory, he paid a hard price, like a small leaf in the storm.
In the midst of the wind and rain, the beaten ups and downs, ups and downs, but each time they persisted to the end and won their own victory.
Will he continue to win?
I am afraid that no one has said that it must be done, but to give the opposite answer, no one will say that Xiao Chen will lose.
At the moment, Xiao Chen, everyone in the audience, has been somewhat unpredictable and full of endless mysteries.
Winning, still victorious, really hard to say.
"The seven consecutive winners, until now, only the one who was the least optimistic, but unfortunately, it has nothing to do with me, I only bought 500 intermediate spirits on him."
"I am less than you, I only bought two hundred, and the bets are all on the wind."
"Me too, most of the bets were cast on Jiang Zimo, and only seven hundred intermediate Lingshi were cast on him."
"Look, if he loses this sunset, all the winning streaks are all over, and the fight is the end of the game."
With Xiao Chen's presence, there are his familiar voices and expressions, and many warriors on the stands, once again playing the spirit.
Many of them have already watched the mentality of the last fight.
After today, there is no winning streak, and the biggest charm of the fighting is gone.
It doesn't matter if you look at it or not.
Screaming!
There was no hurricane on the field, the wind whistled and creaked, and the dust was rolled up on the ground and fluttering.
This is a squally wind that is caused by pure momentum and turbulence. The momentum is already so strong, and it is not easy to come.
Xiao Chen’s eyes were slightly stunned, and he looked at an old man who was slowly falling in the air, and his heart was faint.
The people came to the ground steadily, their eyebrows were white, their wrinkles were reborn, the old state was exposed, some husky figures, and the faint road: "White Mufeng, come to teach!"
"It turned out to be Bai Mufeng. This old guy has not appeared for decades. I thought he was dead."
"I remember this guy, it is 50 years or 60 years ago, often ending the winning streak of some warriors. After that, there has been no news. I didn't expect to reappear today."
"Fifty years ago, there was the cultivation of the Shangwu Wuwang. It is enough to repair the horror, which is enough to kill Xiao Chen."
"This is completely over, and the last winning streak will be over."
Above the stands, many viewers saw the white-haired old man shouting his head after he reported his name.
I was lucky enough to think that Xiao Chen could still get a few consecutive victories, and now there is no hope.
Without him, the gap in repairing is too great.
boom!
Bai Mufeng was unable to make a sound around him. After the voice fell, there was a three-foot sword in his hand, and a sword was thrown out.
Swinging a thick sword of more than 20 meters long, the momentum is boundless, under the sway of the sword, it seems that even the air has been split into two halves.
Xiao Chen's toes are a little bit, and the fast flashing lane goes to avoid the front.
boom!
Just before the forefoot left, the thick swords of the air slammed into the ground, a loud noise, the ground suddenly Jianqi played a long gully, deep for half a year.
"Good guy, the sword is not old, but it is even more embarrassing." Seeing this scene, the audience on the stage exclaimed.
Boom!
The wind swelled, and the white wooden peak flickered. Even four swords were crossed, and the four swords were intertwined and constantly rotated.
Every sword is as long as more than 20 meters. Like a windmill, it descends from the sky and is pressed toward Xiao Chen.
"The whirlwind sword, the famous stunt of Bai Mufeng, the sword is falling from the sky, this trick can not be flashed only hard."
"This old guy is still so strong. I remember that I could only throw two swords before. Now I can swing four swords."
Seeing this whirlwind sword, I immediately explained it to the kendo master.
Xiao Chen looked up and saw that the four swords that were spinning at a speed could not see the outline and could only see a vague shadow.
The sword condensed with the sky, with the supreme pressure, slowly pressed down, Xiao Chen felt a mountain pressed against him, so that he could not dodge.
The mountains are all pressed down, and where can you hide? The whirlwind swordsmanship has reached this level.
The exquisite swordsmanship, Xiao Chen’s brows are slightly wrinkled, and his heart is so fascinating that he can’t escape.
Since you can't hide, give me a break!
Xiao Chen sighed softly, and the acupuncture points in the palm of his hand exploded, and the dragons gathered in the right arm.
For a moment, Xiao Chen felt that he was full of endless power, and even the mountains could smash it.
Among the dragon's gas and five fingers, the left hand holds the finger into a fist, and Xiao Chen is facing the center of the whirlwind sword.
"If you don't do anything, break it, how about!"
Bai Mufeng snorted, and the whole body was swaying, and the clothes kept dancing.
Whistling, the air began to move back and forth with the dancing of the clothes.
Form a gust of wind, whistling back and forth in the arena, like a wave, ups and downs.
Cyclone sword, five swords!
Cyclone sword, six swords!
Cyclone sword, seven swords!
The momentum of Bai Mufeng’s body is rising in one liter, the wind is surging, the sky is changing, and the sword is constantly waving.
Boom!
A round of windmills and swords that were bigger than a round flew toward Xiao Chen in an endless stream. Under the rotation of the sword, a horrible storm was stirred up between the scenes.
The ground split, and a huge piece of earth could not withstand the power of this horror, floating and flying into the sky.
"Damn, what is this white wood peak to do, this is clearly to set Xiao Chen and death!" Some people exclaimed in the field.
Under the whistling wind, in the audience, there were some Wu Zun-class warriors, and some of them stood unsteadily and staggered.
But the movement of Bai Mufeng still did not stop. Finally, he waved a round of windmill swords composed of ten swords, and then slowly stopped.
Huh!
Bai Mufeng kept sighing and sighing, and he finished the ten swords, as if he was ten years old.
The whole person has also become extremely weak, and there is no strength at all.
Layers of whirlwind swords, one round larger than one round, one round stronger than one round, looks like a continuous mountain range, coincident.
Above the stands, the leaders around the world began to change their faces, especially those who did not match Xiao Chen.
The expression on the face was extremely joyful. They could see that the seven swords were so powerful that they were not able to get down.
Xiao Chen is very likely to die in this layered sword, how can they be happy with them.
Jiang Zimo Xia Xiyan and others, the look on his face is extremely worried, I did not expect such a fierce scene.
Xiao Chen looked calm, not paying attention to the squally winds around him, and the stones that flew around, the left hand punched directly in the front of the round of the windmill Jianjian Jianqi cross center dot.
broken!
The windmill sword shattered, and huge power poured into the body of Xiao Chen, letting the internal organs quickly tumbling.
The shattered sword gas, like a knife, hits the body in Xiao Chen, leaving a scar.
boom!
The second acupuncture point under the palm of the left arm exploded, and the two dragons merged. Xiao Chen burst into a fist, followed by the second round of the windmill.
The third acupuncture point exploded, and Xiao Chen broke open a round of more powerful windmill swords, all the way to the thorns.
When the last five dragons gathered, Xiao Chen had already broken the windmill sword formed by nine swords.
Only the last one is the most powerful, and there are ten whirlwind swords out of the city.
The clothes on Xiao Chen’s body have been shattered by the sword, and they are ruined, and there are big and small scars everywhere.
There is hardly a good place. If it is not a strong flesh, the shattered sword of light will be able to divide Xiao Chen numerous times.
Look at this last round of whirlwind swords, Xiao Chen shouted, the blue dragon tattoo on the right arm, suddenly came alive.
The right fist that has not been shot has finally broken out.
boom!
A dragon spread out, and the mountain-like momentum was completely suppressed. A loud bang, the entire arena could not help but shake a few times.
Oh la la!
The windmill swords formed by ten swords are broken into countless swords, like raindrops, falling toward the ground.
In the rain of the sky, Xiao Chen descended from the sky and slammed into the white wood peak.
Bai Mufeng looked at Xiao Chen, who broke through ten whirlwind swords. His eyes were full of surprises, and he did not expect such an ending.
If you want to resist, you will find that you have already had a heart. The energy has been completely consumed in the whirlwind sword, and there is no power at all.
boom!
A fist out, Bai Mufeng's old body, like a broken kite, floated into the sky.
Hey!
The rapid fall of the sword, the rain-like hit on the body of Bai Mufeng, and soon his body, shot thousands of holes, leaving countless blood holes.
After landing, it was completely dead.
The gust of wind fell, and the audience at the scene could not accept the fact that Bai Mufeng was shot and killed by his own shattered sword.
"Rely, it is not dead." Yun Ping endured severe pain, watching Xiao Chen still standing, his heart filled with resentment.
Xia Xiyan and others were relieved, and at the same time, they were surprised by the strength of Xiao Chen.
Above the high tower, Gao Yangyu’s face was calm after all, looking at the scars, bloody, and sullen Xiao Chen, saying:
Take the top of the stream to get ready to go, don’t give this guy a sigh of relief. Time, I don't want him to lose, as long as he dies!"
The strength that Xiao Chen showed up, let Gao Yangyu defeat Xiao Chen once, did not report much hope.
Bai Mufeng had a long life, and the person who will die can make Xiao Chen so embarrassed, he is already very satisfied.
Looking at Gao Yangyu's cold expression, the other old people in the room felt a chill.
The death of one of his men, Gao Yangyu did not have the slightest nostalgia, cold blood so, people shudder.