Thunder and lightning became more violent as Xiao Chen ran, and his grand momentum rose. Xiao Chen's footsteps seemed to drive thousands of troops to rush over.

Clouds move with the wind, and the wind gathers!

With the light of the sword, Xiao Chen used the thunder tribulation sword technique for a long time and did not use the starting style, and the wind and clouds gathered.

The swords and swords collided with each other and made a crisp sound. Although it was a ground-level martial art, the light flowed with the blessing of the immortal thunder will, and its power was not inferior at all.

Dangdangdangdangdangdang!

Under the glorious will, Sun Liang's aura was completely at a disadvantage. He was full of worries and had no desire to fight. He was just thinking about how to leave, and was very afraid of himself, and accidentally became a stepping stone for the young master to become famous.

But the more I think about it, the more difficult it is to get out. Xiao Chen's aura is like a rainbow, and the thunder tribulation sword technique is used one after another, like a flowing cloud and water.

Sun Liang forced himself to use the Heavenly-level martial arts to barely compete. This scene really made many people unable to understand.

"The will is really that powerful. Sun Liang's heavenly-level martial arts cannot gain the advantage when facing the earth-level martial arts."

"Normal, will (not only can suppress the opponent's artistic conception, but also can improve one's own strength in all aspects. As one rises and the other falls, it is reasonable to have this situation."

Mine Tribulation!

Heavenly thunder tribulation!

Divine Thunder Tribulation!

After the Thunder Tribulation Sword Technique was accumulated, Xiao Chen descended from the Thunder Tribulation. Among the thousands of thunder lights, he wore a white robe like a thunder god, and used the sword light to pull the Thunder Tribulation.

After exerting one more terrifying thunder tribulation and seeing the divine thunder in the foggy lake, Xiao Chen's understanding of the thunder tribulation is more profound and thorough.

The purple talisman in the sea of ​​consciousness bloomed out thousands of lights, and the immortal inscriptions flowed. The three thunder tribulations were like the real thunder tribulations between heaven and earth, and the heavy and depressing atmosphere made people feel difficult to even speak.

With three moves, Sun Liang retreated again and again. The various buildings around him were instantly blown into ruins by lightning, stirring up countless dust.

When the last divine thunder tribulation fell, a golden lightning broke through the sky, the long sword in Sun Lang's hand was blown away, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and landing on the roof of an attic.

"It seems that my feeling is right. After comprehensive the immortal thunder will, the Thunder Tribulation Sword Technique is indeed very promising."

Xiao Chen thought with some joy in his heart, he lacked a sword technique now, and he was not in a hurry before because he still had the thunder tribulation sword technique.

The Thunder Tribulation Sword Technique was created by the founder of the Tiandao Pavilion, and it has left a lot of open space. Now that I have understood my will, I have even seen the divine thunder talisman.

You can use your current insights to turn the thunder tribulation sword technique into the most suitable sword technique.

Today, I tried Sun Liang's trick, which made Xiao Chen's idea even more determined.

He raised his head slightly and saw Sun Liang getting up and wanting to run away. Xiao Chen's eyes turned cold and one or two balls of blazing lightning burst out from his feet.

In the ocean formed by thunder, two green dragons seemed to break through the sea, and explosive power surged out from their feet, and Xiao Chen came to Sun Liang's head in an instant.

Bang!

With one foot down, Xiao Chen stepped on Sun Liang's chest and stepped back without hesitation.

Sun Liang's body had a hundred slender laws of the Heavenly Saint, dancing constantly, bursting out terrifying power, trying to turn over and rise up.

Xiao Chen sneered, and the purple talisman in the sea of ​​consciousness rotated quickly, circles of will glory, and merged with the laws of the Heavenly Saint in his body, and power rushed into his feet frantically.

The soles of his feet were printed on Sun Liang's chest. No matter how the other party struggled and roared, he was unable to turn over.

A series of humiliating roars came out of Sun Liang's mouth, and the wind was howling around him. The power gushing out of the Heavenly Saint Law was like ripples, making the space seem a little blurred.

But everything was useless. Sun Liang, who was trampled by Xiao Chen, could not change the slightest ending.

In the distance, where Xiao Chen's will was shining, the warrior who looked at this miserable scene looked at Sun Liang, without doubt full of sympathy.

The dignified Martial Saint is not a leader, but today he is trampled by a young man and cannot move.

Xiao Chen pressed the scabbard against Sun Liang's eyebrows, and a murderous aura spread directly into the other party's mind along the top of the scabbard.

The cold breath as cold as the heart made Sun Liang, who was struggling, lose his temper in an instant and become honest.

Xiao Chen asked calmly: "I'm asking you what is the purpose of the Changtian Sword Sect collecting dragon bones on a large scale."

Regarding the death of the Thunder Emperor, Xiao Chen had to take such tough measures to destroy the other party's bottom line from mental to physical.

"I don't know, this is what the Supreme Elder means. I am not a real big shot in the Changtian Sword Sect."

Sun Liang's eyes were frightened, his voice was trembling, and he said tremblingly.

Xiao Chen's eyes were like a torch, looking at the deep expression of the other person's eyes, calm and unconscious. The other person might not know the complete ins and outs, but he would still know the signs.

laugh!

The scabbard exerted a little force, and a trace of blood immediately flowed out from Sun Lang's eyebrows. Xiao Chen said nothing, but only aggravated his murderous aura again.

"I really don't know, I just know, it seems to be here to refine..."

Just as Sun Liang was about to say some key words, a sudden change occurred, and a fluorescent flashed sword suddenly shot towards Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen took it casually, but he didn't expect that this extremely ordinary sword had extremely powerful power. He was shocked and shot him away.

The power on the flying sword does not come from the infusion of spiritual energy in heaven and earth, nor does it come from the true essence of the owner, but the power of the flying sword itself.

Xiao Chen felt the aura on the flying sword, and seemed to have seen it somewhere. When he looked closely, he found that the fluorescence on the surface of the flying sword was revealed.

It is neither mental power nor true energy, nor energy, nor energy generated by the fusion of the three. That is magic power!

The succubus Leng Yue once helped him condense a trace of magic power, exactly the same as this fluorescent light.

This flying sword is a real magic weapon.

Xiao Chen looked up and saw that at some point a man in black cloak appeared in the field. He quickly reached out and raised his hand, as if an invisible hand grabbed Sun Liang.

He immediately carried Sun Liang's weak body on his shoulders, and the person under his hood summoned the flying sword back into his sleeve.

He threw out an antique handkerchief and stood up. The void flashed and disappeared out of thin air.

The whole movement was very fast, and Xiao Chen was a little unresponsive.

"Damn it!"

Xiao Chen cursed, his sea of ​​consciousness swelled, his eyes flashed, and felt a strange fluctuation in the air in a certain direction, and his eyes immediately condensed.

The lightning burst under his feet and chased after him without hesitation. He fell down between his legs, which was only a distance of five thousand meters.

Five thousand meters in one step, the lightning burst, the green dragon leaped, Xiao Chen stepped on the void, and chased him wildly.

The vast Hunluo City was left behind by him after a few breaths.

After leaving the city for a hundred miles, Xiao Chen frowned and suddenly stopped. The Kunpeng Fist's mental method was operative in his body, and the laws of the Heavenly Saint were operative.

The sky became gloomy in the evening, and a huge shadow blocked the sunlight.

Kunpeng spreads his wings and regrets that the sky is low!

With a roar, Xiao Chen spread his hands like wings, slashing towards a void, and then without saying a word, he blasted directly into a certain part of the air.

There is nothing there, and there is nothing except air.

Ripples appeared in the space, but a figure appeared, everything was as if it was deliberately appearing under Xiao Chen's fist, which seemed quite strange.

A huge roar sounded, and the mysterious man in black cloak, had no time to react, and was directly hit by Xiao Chen's Kunpeng fist.

Click to scratch!

A crisp sound rang out, but the black cloak on the mysterious man's body was shattered and spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew five thousand meters wide.

Sun Liang on his shoulder was blown into a blood mist by this punch. The inner armor worn on his body was not injected by the laws of the Heavenly Saint, and it was a dead object and did not play any role.

With a move, Xiao Chen took the space ring in the blood mist into his hand. He stepped in the air and appeared in front of the man in black like teleportation.

"Haha, except for the genius of the gods, I have never seen anyone as young as you, who has such a huge amount of mental power. But I'm very curious, why did you expect that my treasure can only escape hundreds of miles at a time."

The man without a hood was surprisingly young, with Zhong Ling's beautiful bones, looking quite elegant and agile, with a fairy air flowing.

He coughed softly, looked at Xiao Chen with his spiritual charm, and did not look very concerned about him in his words.

Xiao Chen was secretly alert and said lightly: "I don't know, nor do I need to know. As long as I know that you are not escaping into the void, I will be sure to catch up with you."

"Interesting. Okay, you have already killed me, say goodbye!"

Xiao Chen sneered, "Do you think you left? A Jindan stage monk who has no roots in the Nascent Soul has wanted to leave after being seriously injured by me."

The man's face was stunned, obviously not expecting it. Xiao Chen could see his identity at a glance, but then he seemed quite calm and said, "I have some knowledge, but you really can't stop me!"

Suddenly he stretched out his hand and a golden rope appeared. The rope was as fast as the side length, and flew towards Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen's expression changed slightly and he realized that this was some kind of magic weapon to trap people. He didn't know what level it was, so he quickly flickered and hid.

"I can't kill it, but you can't do anything to me. Let's leave quickly. The Changtian Sword Sect is not as simple as you think."

The mysterious man smiled gently, and the handkerchief appeared in front of him again, then stepped on it and disappeared out of thin air.

That rope was quite difficult to deal with. After knowing Xiao Chen, he couldn't get rid of it. And I don't know what it was cast, so it was extremely difficult to cut off.

Click to scratch!

After a cup of tea, Xiao Chen used all his true energy, his sharp blade, and swung four swords in a row, and finally cut the rope into five sections.

The mysterious man in the distance seemed to sense that his magic weapon had been cut off, and his face showed an extremely painful look, and said in a deep voice: "This guy is really perverted. The master's life-saving dragon rope was really cut off by him."
Chapter completed!