Xiao Chen lost his vitality and suddenly shines again when his palms lost their vitality, returning to the original state, and his five fingers were as quick as before.

Wang Can's eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice: "I have realized the will of Thunder. No wonder I dare to steal my Wang Can's things, but this is your trump card, and I still have to die!"

Xiao Chen didn't want to reveal the secret of the Bloody Throne, but the other party pressed step by step and had to pull out the Moon Shadow Sword to fight.

The black clouds rolled, and the dull sound of thunder continued to ring. Wang Can sat upright on the throne and killed him with the power of the dead.

In the starry sky, the two of them quickly started fighting. With the pressure of the other party's will to death, the cracks of mental power like cocoons in the sea of ​​consciousness increased.

On the king-class battleship of Haotian Sect, two deputy hall masters looked into the distance, and when they saw this battle, their brows frowned deeply.

"That throne seems to be left by the ancient evil king, and was actually given to it by a descendant of the corpse tribe."

"The throne is divided into seven. The corpse tribe cultivates the way of death and obtaining the throne of death is a perfect match. Xiao Chen is afraid that there will be trouble."

"It's not easy for you and me to take action. I guess the corpse dragon of the corpse tribe, the warship is not far away."

"It depends on the situation. Xiao Chenruo is really worried about his life. He has to take action even if he doesn't take action. He just hopes that the other party is not a king-level warship."

While talking, the two asked the warships to drive towards the place where Xiao Chen and Wang Can fought, and at the same time picked up the disciples of Haotian Sect scattered outside one by one.

The eyes didn't leave for a moment, and Xiao Chen and Wang Can were ready to take action immediately when something was wrong.

Wang Can saw that the warship was flying over, and there were two powerful top-grade martial saints, but their expressions did not change at all, and their moves were extremely fatal.

Judging from the situation, Xiao Chen was afraid of exposing the throne, so he seemed quite conservative, and could only be on the defensive front of Wang Can.

"Take the top-grade flame crystal, and today's matter will be concluded."

Wang Can felt that he had the upper hand. The two top-ranking martial saints of Haotian Sect had arrived. It was impossible to kill Xiao Chen, so he could only stop when he saw it.

Click!

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and Xiao Chen's spiritual power wrapped in the sea of ​​consciousness was completely shattered, and the violent killing aura surged out.

A red cloud rolled under Xiao Chen's feet, and the blood-colored throne lying quietly on it, waiting for its king.

As soon as the blood-colored throne appeared, Wang Can's expression completely changed, and he said excitedly: "The Throne of Killing, hahaha, it seems that my luck is really great. The Throne of Killing was actually touched by me."

"Yes, your luck is really great."

The secret was exposed. Xiao Chen, who had been tolerant of it, finally condensed his murderous aura between his eyebrows. The cold voice was like a cold bone spur, which made Wang Can feel a sense of coldness for no reason.

boom!

Xiao Chen sat down gently, leaned on the throne, and rushed into the sky and turned into red light and rose up. In a faintly, there seemed to be a nine-foot golden dragon soaring in the red light.

The aura of the King's True Dragon was not suppressed at this moment, and it was released with the killing artistic conception.

The terrifying pressure bombarded Wang Can's aura in an instant, making him unable to even get angry.

The clothes and silk on his body danced wildly towards the rear, and Wang Can seemed to be about to fly.

The palm of his palm slapped hard on the handrail, and the will to death in the throne gathered together surgingly, and the black light rose into the air.

The marks flashed in Wang Can's eyebrows, and the pressure of the will of death and the pressure of Xiao Chen's killing real dragon were frantically confronting.

A strange scene suddenly formed in the endless starry sky, one black and one red, and two rays of light that soared into the sky shine together, forming a circle of cosmic storms.

The starry meteorites flying around them deviated from their original trajectory and rotated around them.

The secret of the throne was exposed, and Xiao Chen had no scruples anymore. The killing artistic conception cooperated with the king's true dragon to form a vast pressure, and he confronted the opponent with a tit-for-tat and never retreated.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the purple talisman rotates gently, and is ready to give the other party a fatal blow at any time.

Wang Can's dark face looked very ugly. I could clearly sense that he had not signed a contract with the existence inside the throne and could not elevate his artistic conception to the will to kill.

Why can't my will to die be in full advantage? I have to work so hard, and even feel a little at a disadvantage.

With the confrontation of momentum and pressure, the cosmic storm formed around the two men became even more rapid.

Not only can the starry meteorites flying around deviate from the trajectory and form suction force, it can even actively pull the meteorites in the distance and violently come over.

The more and more meteorites in the starry sky gathered, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of meteorites in the starry sky gathered, spinning wildly, forming a circle of meteorites up to a thousand feet high.

Through the gap between the meteorites, you can see two thrones, one black and one red, standing opposite each other, hovering and rising. Both of them on the throne were in agitation and flying.

When the two thrones that were hovering up completely left the starry meteorite group, their eyes set and stood up at the same time.

"kill!"

"die!"

The terrifying energy mixed with endless momentum and exploded at the same time. Thousands of meteorites turned into powder in an instant, and the dust in the starry sky rolled in endlessly and scattered in all directions.

On the Haotian Sect’s King-class warship, the past true disciples were all shocked when they saw this magnificent scene.

The meteorite group in the starry sky is annihilated. In the dust, Xiao Chen's extreme killing artistic conception is combined with the aura of the king's true dragon, forming the golden killing character.

The throne behind Wang Can, countless black death auras and terrifying will to die, forming a black and hideous word "death" in the void.

The two reached out and pointed at each other. The golden word "kill" and the black word "death" collided violently in the starry sky.

After all, will is will, which is one level higher than artistic conception. The ultimate killing artistic conception combined with the king's true dragon energy may be stronger than the pressure, but the real destructive power of the two is still very different.

With a puff, the golden word "kill" dispersed and turned into free killing auras, wandering in the starry sky.

A grim look appeared on Wang Can's dark face, and he shouted: "Slay!"

The word "Death", with a slightly weak breath, turned into a slender black sword, and slashed towards Xiao Chen angrily. This was the transformation of his will, called the Sword of the Dead.

At this moment, Wang Can was full of confidence in his eyes. Although his will to death and the entanglement of extreme killing have consumed several layers of power. However, if the will to death defeats an energy will, it is still easy to capture.

Once this sword is released, it will be able to easily destroy Xiao Chen's thunder will and then seize the throne of killing. He will be completely promoted to the invincible realm of the semi-saint realm.

But in the world, ideas and reality always have subtle differences. Xiao Chen's thunder will is not an ordinary energy will, but an immortal thunder will, copying divine thunder and writing immortal talismans.

If it is a complete will to death, it may have the advantage of higher will.

It is also possible to compete with Xiao Chen's immortal thunder will, but a few percent of the will to death has been consumed, so it is not enough to see.

The purple light flashed between the eyebrows, and the talismans with immortal inscriptions flickered out, and the lightning was torn apart, and the black long sword was blown into nothingness in an instant.

Wang Can spit out a mouthful of black blood, and there was no time to make any move. The purple talisman, carrying the power of immortal thunder, flashed and shone with dazzling light in the starry sky.

When the lightning stopped, Wang Can's men had been knocked away ten miles away. He directly knocked into powder by huge meteorites. A blood hole as big as a bowl of mouth appeared on his chest, and the electric flowers were still flashing.

Xiao Chen looked up and was slightly frightened. He really didn't know what material this guy's body was made of, and even the will talisman could not penetrate it.

It was really clear that the other party was not wearing any secret treasures in the inner armor.

However, this has nothing to do with Xiao Chen. At this moment, Wang Can has lost his combat ability and poses no threat to him.

With a light step on his feet in the starry sky, he came to the Throne of Death. A burning look appeared in his eyes. Xiao Chen reached out and grabbed the Throne.

At this moment, an extremely dangerous feeling came. In the distant starry sky, three black dragon breaths penetrated the starry sky and shot towards Xiao Chen.

As long as Xiao Chen takes action to capture the Throne of Death, he will be immediately hit by the dragon breath, and he will most likely be crushed into blood and die without a complete corpse.

On the battleship of Haotian Sect, two deputy hall masters said in surprise: "Three dark dragon breaths are really king-level corpse dragon warships."

"Xiao Chen retreated. That was the dark dragon breath refined from the corpse of the real dragon. You must not resist it."

The hall master on the left quickly sent a message to Xiao Chen and ordered him to retreat.

Xiao Chen's face darkened, but he had no intention of giving up. He had long expected that there would definitely be a big force behind Wang Can, otherwise he would not have been so afraid of the exposure of the throne at the beginning.

A single Wang Can would not let him do this.

But now the throne has been exposed. If you leave, you will not get any benefits and it will be difficult to be willing to expose yourself to have a treasure.

He glanced lightly, and two rays of light flashed out in his eyes, one purple and one white. The fire of Taiyin and the true fire of purple thunder were chasing each other in the void.

In the blink of an eye, a Tai Chi Chaos Map, the Eight Trigrams of the Zhoutian, the Two Characters and Four Symbols, all kinds of mysterious runes of heaven and earth, and the four symbols of the Holy Beast of the Four Symbols flashed in the Tai Chi flame diagram, forming a complete general trend.

"What is he going to do?"

The deputy hall master on the left had a deep doubt in his eyes, puzzled.

"It's over, Dark Dragon Breath, we can easily kill a low-grade martial saint, and we dare not take it by taking it head-on." The hall master on the right sighed in despair.

The golden light flashed, and the Tai Chi Yin and Yang flame map was filled with thousands of lights, which was beyond everyone's expectations. In the astonished eyes, three dragon breaths actually blocked.

But it only blocked for one second, but this second was enough to do something well.

He reached out and grabbed the Throne of Death and threw it into the ring of Qiankun. The lightning light under Xiao Chen's feet burst and quickly flashed towards the king-class warship.

The black after waves rushed towards the four directions like a lake, like a wave of death, and starry meteorites were silently crushed into powder.
Chapter completed!