Vol 3 Chapter 641: Outraged

Xiao Chen, the biggest dark horse in the five-nation competition, has won all the way since the knockout. Whether it is the pro-disciple of the top ten Zongmen, or the peerless genius of the Eight Great Family, or a similar rookie, no one can beat him.
Sixty percent of the sword, four seasons of knife, killing and thunder mood, no one knows how many cards he has, how deep his bottom is.
Such a disciple from Xiao Zongmen of Qin State, how many secrets are hidden in his body, can not be known one by one.
Sima Lingxuan, the champion of the last five-nation tournament, the undisputed top seed of the five-nation tournament. The king's artistic conception, the emperor's sword method, the ranking game hit now, still does not show the mountains and does not reveal water, people are unpredictable.
Only the strong self-confidence in the heart, never sinking, it seems that there is always light introversion, and the crowd has a glance, it is standing out, everyone will unconsciously squat.
The foundation of Sima's family, Sima Lingxuan's peerless talent, the prestige of the first swordsman of Jin State, all kinds of honors and auras, let his self-confidence not be a rootless grass, but give a feeling of arrogance.
In the last three rounds of the competition, the two men finally fell together. After this battle, one must miss the championship.
No one can afford to lose, as long as you lose one, in the same situation of the remaining match points, the points will be immediately smashed by the other side, want to chase can not catch up.
When the two men appeared on the wind thunder, they got the attention of everyone in the blink of an eye. The super rookie is on the old giant, who is the deer?
If Xiao Chen did not defeat Bai Bai, no one would be optimistic about the outcome of his battle, but he would display a more powerful four-season knife than white.
In this battle, no one dares to come up with a conclusion immediately, even if they feel that Sima Lingxuan’s winning rate will be higher, and he will not say it verbally.
After more than one hundred battles, Xiao Chen created too many miracles. He always turned around when everyone thought that his winning streak would be ended.
Let those who say that he will be defeated will be beaten on the spot and be speechless. At this moment, they dare to draw conclusions.
The dead silence on the scene, no one speaks, only countless eyes. I stared at the two people in the field, and I didn't dare to relax for a moment, for fear of missing some wonderful pieces and regretting my life.
call out!
Sima Lingxuan waved his hand, and the quaint and heavy black scabbard was wrapped in a sword. It was deeply embedded in the wind thunder and stood in the middle of the two.
The cracks spread out from all around, and the wind thunder rises and rises up along the way. With the bursts of dragons, the quaint sword looks extraordinary.
As soon as he got on the court, Sima Lingxuan showed his hand. The hard wind and thunder was so muddy in his eyes that he could not stand a blow.
"You are very strong, but unfortunately I met my Ma Lingxuan. In the strong people, I can only compete for the second. Three years ago, the whites were like this. After three years, you still have Chu Chaoyun. Will change."
The handsome and handsome five senses did not produce any waves. Xiao Chen said faintly: "I am afraid that you will be disappointed this time."
Sima Lingxuan laughed happily: "I haven't officially shot for a long time. I really dare to speak out to you. If I said earlier, if the ten strokes can't defeat you, this battle will be lost to me!

Huh!
The wind whistling, the clouds rolled, and Sima Lingxuan laughed wildly and was wild. In the midst of the storm, the meaning of the vast king, along with the confidence in the heart that is higher than the sky, formed a general trend toward Xiao Chen.
The heavy trend can make the mountains bend, the rivers flow backwards, and the mountains and rivers are under his control. Under the heavens, it is not the king's soil. If you dare not, then the world will not be allowed.
On the wind thunder, you can clearly see a cockroach. After Sima Lingxuan, he squeezed the space and went to Xiaochen.
If it is an ordinary person, because of this general trend, it will be oppressed to the ground, unable to move, a gaze can make the opponent chill and defeat.
"The trend of the wind, the king's artistic conception, Sima Lingxuan is to use all the strength?"
"Ten moves will defeat Xiao Chen, and this is only Sima Lingxuan said, it will not make people think it is a joke."
"Let's wait and see if you can really say what he said."
When the general trend came out, the warriors outside the court immediately felt the power contained in it. They were shocked and listened to the words of Sima Lingxuan. They felt the tide and the blood was boiling.
Who is Xiao Chen, but who can easily defeat the white, but Sima Lingxuan said that he would defeat the other side with ten strokes and laugh at the other person's arrogance, not something.
Hunting and screaming winds, the current trend, everything will vanish, Xiao Chen, standing alone, is like the world.
The long hair dances with the wind, revealing the blue cloth tied in front of the forehead. Xiao Chen gently pulls it, and the blue cloth suddenly disappears with the wind and floats in the sky.
The throne imprint of the eyebrows, the red light flashing, the killing mood precipitated in the throne, this moment is not suppressed, released without reservation.
The red light filled the room, and Xiao Chen also gathered a general trend behind him, killing the general trend. The endless killings, such as the floods, the vast ocean, the overflowing publicity.
Just looking at it, it makes people feel heart-wrenching, all kinds of negative emotions, killing, death, violent, crazy explosion in their minds.
"It’s a pain, what is this killing mood, how can murderousness be cultivated into this realm, and even dare not look at it." The warriors on the stage exclaimed.
boom!
Under the faint red light, Sima Lingxuan's general trend, in the 100 meters in front of Xiao Chen, stopped and slammed, and could not move forward.
Huge sounds, like two mountains colliding on the ground, shaking in the sky, the whole wind thunder trembled.
Not enough, not enough!
Xiao Chen’s eyes sank and suddenly stepped forward, and the Thunder’s mood was released. In the thunderclouds above the top of the head, there is a long history of eternal immortal will.
It is the immortal Thunder mood that has been realized from the Thunder Valley.
In the ancient throne, the killings of the 100,000 demons were exhausted, and the immortal artistic conception of the eternal life of Lei Di Sangmu was merged together. How can the two kingdoms beyond the limit be combined to fear the meaning of the king in the world.
The general trend has risen several times, and as it stepped out, the momentum of the king of Sima Lingxuan will be forced to pass.
The sound of the mountains and rivers cracking, the sound of the screaming, the crevices of the slanting long slabs on the wind and thunder spread and did not start, the huge wind and thunder has been torn apart, a mess.
He Ma Lingxuan dared to say ten strokes to defeat himself, insulting himself is not something, but Xiao Chen is in this vast world, and he has lost in his peers since he became famous.
God is unfair, so that he can't gather the martial arts when he is sixteen years old. If he is giving him 16 years, what Sima Lingxuan can't even look at his eyes.
Even so, he is not insulted by Sima Lingxuan.
The wind blew, the blood was filled, Xiao Chen no expression, the cold said: "Let's move, let me see how you use ten strokes to defeat me, I really want to know, who is the utter mad."
At this moment, the momentum of Xiao Chen will bring the momentum of Sima Lingxuan to the steadiness of the earthquake. There is no such thing as a first-time gesture.
The cold voice passed to Sima Lingxuan's ear, making him feel a little uncomfortable. Now Xiao Chen is in the situation, he has to pass him in the faint, and he can give him a condescending feeling.
"So I want to lose, then I will be as you wish!"
Sima Lingxuan snorted, and the right hand gently stroked, and the sturdy long sword inserted in the wind thunder immediately came out.
The volley will fly the long sword, and once he grasps it, Sima Lingxuan whispers softly: "The first sword, Jun Lin nine hurricane 69 books!"
The five-foot-long sword body is under the blessing of the sword, and the trembling is endless. Sima Lingxuan throws out a sword, just like the true man who descended from the sky, and the wind condenses at his feet.
In an instant, he took the wind and the wind, and the village of Wanlishanhe City, all the people are at his feet, and the meaning of the monarch is nine.