Vol 2 Chapter 508: You lost

The purple cyclone in the body rotates rapidly, and the pure thunder attribute is energized. It bulges in the meridians and rushes into the body.
Xiao Chen will rush to the extreme, all in the blade, and no one will spread out.
The darkness of the blade, suddenly flashing and full of purple, it seems simple and impossible, and Xie Ziwen's violent level, the power of madness, formed a sharp contrast.
broken!
The face suddenly abrupt, Xiao Chen lightly sighed, the tip of the knife picked forward, and the flying flame palm was suddenly hit into countless Mars.
broken! broken! broken!
In the face of the flames of the palms that fly like raindrops, Xiao Chen does not move, his feet are rooted on the ground, and the long knife stabbed the palm of the flying flame.
The flames of his thorns, without exception, were all broken into countless Mars and disappeared into the air.
It seems easy and freehand, no pressure, just like flying is not full of violent violence, just a piece of tile.
Hey!
The other scattered flame palms fell to the ground, and the smashing of the slabs was broken, and it was ruined, and it stirred up the dust and could not fly.
It is clear to everyone that these flame palms seem petty and messy, but their power is unrealistic and unremarkable.
Can be seen in the sky, the white sorcerer, the calm knife, the flying palm of the hand, easily broken.
Such a big contrast is really hard to believe that the power of these flame palms is really so big and it seems a bit contradictory.
Shi Hailong has some unsettled hearts. When he saw this scene, he also breathed a sigh of relief. In this case, Xiao Chen had at least five points of odds.
Xie Ziwen’s heart is tight, and he swallows the Qi Pin Dan medicine blood yuan Dan, which can make people improve the repair of 50% in a fragrance.
The so-called half-step Wuhuang refers to the limit of the martial arts martial arts, the artistic conception to understand the limits of the king of the martial arts, the practice of practicing the limits of the king of the martial arts, and the martial arts to practice the limits of the martial arts king.
After all aspects reach the limit, there will be a qualitative change and a difference in the king of Wu, and then just wait for the spirit to be repaired, you can smoothly enter the realm of the Emperor.
Xie Ziwen's talent is outstanding, and the artistic concept of martial arts can be said to be the limit of Wu Wang, but only a little worse.
After taking the blood yuan Dan, it completely compensated for this gap. In this musk, it can be regarded as a true half-step Wuhuang.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Xiao Chen was able to break his attack so easily, without any pressure.
On the collapsed platform, except for the one-meter-long land below Xiao Chen’s foot, other places have been pitted and ruined.

Thousands of fires, gather!

Xie Ziwen shouted, the countless flames of the palms flying in the air, the combination of rubbing and rubbing, forming a clear texture, lustrous garden, huge flames of the palm of the hand.
The palm of the hand is like a high wall, so it collapses directly. The speed is extremely fast, and the shadow of the fall instantly covers Xiao Chen.
"I don't believe you can't die!"
Xie Ziwen's hands are constantly printing, and the whole body is tumbling, and the giant palm of the flame that has fallen is still increasing.
boom!
A purple electric light, such as a spear, breaks the palm of your hand and shoots out, the end of lightning.
There is an ethereal figure, holding a slender sword, a white coat, a blue cloth on the head, a handsome face, standing out of thin air.
boom!
The palm of the hand fell solidly on the ground, without any pause, and the collapse of the platform was so quietly and silently, and it fell more than ten meters.
The power is so dazzling that it is hard to imagine everyone on the crowd. The white figure in the air is broken out with just one knife. How is it done?
call out!
Xiao Chen’s knife angered at the sky, and the heart’s anger was never dissipated. As the blade spurted out, it went straight into the sky.
Dangdang!
The six-foot-long blade, constantly trembled, and a sharp knife, spread out over the entire Tianwu Square.
Among the thousands of warriors onlookers, some of the swordsmen's blade can't help but sway and sway, and they have to get out of their hands at any time.
Jiang Zimo Momo Mo Dingfeng and other warriors with Xiao Chen's peers saw this scene, and they looked at each other with strange looks.
After a while, Zuo Mo was somewhat uncertain: "It should be a knife, and you will say that you are a swordsman who also understands the meaning of the sword and has a say in us."
Looking at the white figure in the air, the wind is very bitter, and from now on, facing this person, he will always look at it.
Sighing softly, the wind nodded heavily and said: "Don't guess, that is the knife. In fact, I should have thought of it for a long time. After the desire, the mood is completely complete, and the heart is turned into a knife. Meaning is also a very natural thing."
Having said that, he did not expect that Xiao Chen would have learned the knife so early. According to his estimation, Xiao Chen will take at least two years to comprehend the sword.
A few people got the affirmative answer, and they were silent, and the sword and the sword were different. It was harder to comprehend.
Being able to comprehend the sword before the age of 30 can become a peerless knife.
When Xiao Chen was not twenty years old, he realized the meaning of the sword. It was enough to compare with the ancient swords and sorcerers, and the gap with them was once again opened.
Shi Hailong's mouth opened slightly, and it took a long time to close up. On an old face, all the worries were smouldering. The eyebrows opened his eyes and said: "Ha ha ha, Gong Haoyu, you have taken humiliation this time, I see how you go back with you. The owner explained."
On the side of Xie Ziwen's second division, Gong Haoyu, his face was gloomy and struggling. "Don't laugh too early, it's just a knife. It's not enough to look at the half-step Wu Emperor."
call out!
The air in the heart sprang up, and Xiao Chen felt only incomparable.
The knife is meant to be, and my heart is eternal and eternal. From this moment, Xiao Chen can truly be called a knife.
Xie Ziwen's face was unpredictable, watching the air fluttering in the air, the knife arrogantly stunned the audience, Chen Chen almost gave birth to a desperate mood.
No, no, after the self-famous, no one will win me except the top figures of the Dajin Kingdom.
He Xiao Chen, but a warrior from Qin State, can never win me. I want to win, I want to win, I want to take away his air and completely enter the top genius of the big Jin Dynasty.
Xie Ziwen screamed, and the blue veins on his forehead popped out and shouted: "The dance of fire!"
The hands are printed, and the sea of ​​fire is turned upside down. The temperature above the square is completely boiling.
The hot, burning air makes people have to fight hard to dispel the heat wave.
Up!
One hand pointed directly to Xiao Chen, and Xie Ziwen’s sweat fell on his face. This trick overtook all his vitality, causing his face to be pale.
If you did not take the blood yuan Dan, with his own strength, this move can not be made.
Hey!
In the sea of ​​fire, the flame belt of thousands of arms and the thickness of the arm entangled toward Xiao Chen, and wanted to completely block it.
Xiao Chen’s eyes were cold, his eyes were as sharp as the blade, his right hand clenched his long knife and waved gently. Under the sharp knife, the knife was shining to the extreme.
Hey!
The swords of the swordsmen in the field could no longer hold them, and all the swaying flies into the air.
The knife is eternal, and the edge is not extinguished!
With the sharp edge of the sword, Xiao Chen did not advance and retreat. The first time after repairing to reach the peak of the Chinese martial arts, the strength was fully played out without reservation.
Rub and rub!
Under the knives, the root of the flame belt was directly cut like a cut noodle by a knife, and it broke down in a cut.
Flying in the air, the red light dazzling, looks gorgeous, Xiao Chen is so down all the way, like a broken bamboo, directly killed Xie Ziwen's front.
All the flame belts were smashed into pieces, which was an upgraded version of the Thousand Fire Dance that once brought great trouble to Xiao Chen, so it was broken by the autumn wind sweeping leaves.
call out!
The sharp knife was so swaying on the ring, and Xie Ziwen used the artistic vision to create a flame vision that instantly smashed away.
The last resort that Xie Ziwen prepared was halfway through, and it was directly ended by such a hegemonic means.
"You, defeated."
The blade was placed on the neck of Xie Ziwen. Xiao Chen’s face was calm and he repeated the words he had said before.