Most of the people in the inner hall wanted to kill him, and Xiao Chen was also ready, but he didn't expect that the first person he faced was the two Mohuang who had fought against him and fled in a panic.

In the sword formation, black sword energy roared and roared away. The two elders Mo Huang had a secret treasure floating on their heads, resisting the attack of these death sword energy.

The old man in Mai was holding a red flame fan on his head. Xiao Chen had experienced the power of this fan. Under one blow, the sky and earth changed color, and the flames burned the sky for hundreds of miles.

The strength of the two is only one-line worse than that of the Grandmaster. The power of the top king-level secret treasure can be 100% swung. Compared with the power of ordinary Grandmaster-level martial saints who can only wield ordinary king-level secret treasures, it is a difference.

The secret treasure of the middle-aged man is a blood-colored military seal, which collects many military souls and spirits, and evolves into a powerful killing aura. In conjunction with the military killing fist he practices, the power is even more powerful.

Both of them have their own king-level secret treasures, and they can only attack with attack. When facing the attack of the sword energy of death, they cannot give it a try. They always have to share their thoughts to resist these sword energy.

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If there is a powerful defensive treasure, you can use the power of the natal secret treasure to subdue the white wings without having to be as difficult as it is now.

Whoosh!

The white wings were like living things, gently pounced on them. Countless smooth feathers fell down, sprinkling crystal light, and suddenly threw the two elders Mohuang aside.

"hateful!"

The middle-aged man flashed a trace of anger on his face, and a punch was blown out, and endless murderous aura emerged. The sword energy that flew over him shattered.

But the sword energy was endless, and the white wings led the two of them to a disaster point in the formation. After stepping down, endless sword energy surged.

It was like a ferocious army of death, rolling and overwhelming. Both of them had hallucinations in their eyes, trapped in the ancient Styx battlefield.

Xiao Chen, who was hiding in a small restriction, felt his heart moved and was ready to take action to seize the treasure. But when he stepped out, he felt four powerful auras and his steps shrank back.

"Hahaha, the two famous elders of Mohuang in the Xuan Realm are just like this. We, the four thieves in Heishan, have collected this top king-level magic weapon."

Four old men jumped into the Death Sword Formation, one of them was full of energy, with a red complexion, a black head, and a large black wide-sleeved robe.

His cultivation is unfathomable, no worse than the second elders of Mohuang, and the other three elders are a little worse.

But they also have the cultivation of a master-level martial saint. Each of them holds a king-level secret treasure of high quality in their hands, and wipes out the flying sword energy of death one by one.

Jiu Ye, who was hunched in the ban, said with a serious expression: "These four old guys are here too."

Xiao Chen exclaimed: "Do you know me?"

"Haha, I haven't seen it before, but most of the casual cultivators in the Chaos Realm have heard of the names of these four old guys. Their boss Meng Bai ranks in the top 20 on the Chaos Realm evil cultivator list. He has one-handed demon-subduing stick method, and I don't know how many unjust souls will die if he knocks to death."

The Chaos Realm is the home of evil cultivators in the world. Meng Bai must have a great reputation for being able to reach the top twenty on the evil cultivators list.

Xiao Chen secretly measured in his heart that if there were only the two elders of Mohuang, he would still be sure to kill people and seize treasures, but if the four thieves in Black Mountain came, they would have to plan carefully.

First, watch the changes. Xiao Chen's murderous aura is restrained in his eyes and gathers his spiritual consciousness in his eyes. Through the overlapping death-death sword energy, he can see the situation of the sword formation in his eyes.

Bang!

Although the two elders Mo Huang were trapped in the illusion array of robbery and killing, they were not ignorant of the situation outside. When they felt that the strong enemy was attacking, they were no longer hiding their strength. They all activated their secret treasures and broke through the illusion array and killed them in one fell swoop.

"Mengbai, you old man dare to compete with our two elders Mohuang to have a baby. Are you impatient to live?"

The middle-aged man had a very hot temper. He jumped out and punched the heroic army in the bloody military seal, and a military killing punch, like a storm.

Meng Bai smiled, but did not stop, but still grabbed the white wings.

His three companions flew forward, used their own means, gathered the strength of the three people, and stopped the domineering punch of the middle-aged man.

The blood-colored heroic spirit scattered out in the sword formation, and the death sword energy floating in the air was easily shaken into pieces.

The nine black long swords that formed the sword formation were slightly shaken, which shows how domineering the power of this punch is.

Xiao Chen saw this scene and suddenly lit up. He stared at one of the black swords, looked at a few more times before slowly moving away.

Seeing that Mengbai was about to successfully grasp the white wings, a slow and realistic, clear-textured giant hand fell from the sky and slapped Mengbai hard.

Bang!

Meng Bai cursed, and a two-meter-long black demon-slaying stick appeared in his hand, which shook the sky, shaking the giant hand of the flames into countless flames.

The old man in Mai held a flame fan and smiled slightly, blocking Mengbai's front: "Brother Mengbai, after leaving for more than ten years, you have become more famous. Now even our two elders, Dahuang dare to steal the things."

A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he said with a grim smile: "Dog thing, I was in Xuanyuan ten years ago and was beaten like a dog by you. Now I will knock you to the ground and beg for mercy!"

A figure flashed and a stick fell from the sky. Behind Mengbai, a ferocious and angry expression appeared, appeared in an ancient Buddhist vajra.

He grinned at the old man in Mai, and with a roar, the sword energy of death was shattered.

The old man in Mai was calm and held the flame fan and slapped it gently. Ninety-nine flame hurricanes roared out, blocking the Sky-breaking stick of the Demon-Subduing King Kong.

Whether it is the "power" of burning Lianyun, or the "power" of subduing demons derived from Mengbai, it is almost perfect and has great power.

As the two forces fought each other, nine long swords buzzed and trembled endlessly.

The battle was extremely fierce, but the eyes of both of them, but everyone's eyes were staring at the white wings at all times.

Suddenly, an old man jumped out at a certain ban next to him, trying to reap the benefits of the fisherman and seize the treasure while in the chaos.

Taking advantage of the rise of killing between the two sides, he chased to the wings with a secret defensive treasure with an extremely relaxed look. A hint of joy flashed in his eyes and reached out to grab them.

boom!

Both sides of the battle stopped at the same time, and all kinds of heavenly martial arts and attacks of king-level secret treasures rushed over like a rushing waterfall, and the old man had no time to say a word.

The king-level secret treasure that was protected was broken, and the body was blasted into blood light in the sky. The death sword formation was swept with a strong wind, swallowing the essence of its life.

Both sides are old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years and have become spirits. They all know that in this inner hall, they don’t know when they will jump out and get a bargain.

When the battle reaches this point, both sides naturally do not want to make a mistake. If someone jumps out and wants to get a bargain, it can be foreseen that the two sides will definitely take action tacitly and those who will be beaten into scum in the future.

Master Jiu's heart was thumping, and he said strikingly: "The master-level martial saint who was calling the wind and rain outside died like this. It's really cruel. Fortunately Master Jiu didn't rush in just now."

Xiao Chen's face was solemn and felt a little tricky. Unless he was a martial saint at the level of a grandmaster or had an equal number of people, it would be difficult to have the opportunity to jump in and seize the treasure.

It is not easy to be a fisherman, especially in front of a group of old monsters who become spirits. If you accidentally die, you will die without a complete body and will never be reborn.

"Brother Xiao, let's go and try your luck in it." The death of a master-level martial saint just now scared Master Jiu.

Xiao Chen shook his head and said nothing. He couldn't even pass the level in front of him. How could he get what he wanted when he was walking in?

There are ten powerful prohibitions in the inner hall, and the competition in each place is extremely fierce.

Looking at the mummies all over the ground in the sword formation ahead, you can imagine what kind of fighting the two elders Mohuang survived to survive until now.

Moving forward, those masters who can survive are definitely no worse than the two elders of Mohuang, and it is possible that they are even stronger.

Buzzing!

There was another fierce battle in the formation, the Demon-Subduing King Kong roared angrily, and the stick shadows swept across all directions, shaking the flames and hurricanes, shaking Wei Wei.

The nine long swords vibrated violently again, buzzing, and terrifying black sword energy radiated.

"It's now!"

Xiao Chen's eyes condensed and punched out, smashing the restriction that existed all over his body, and climbing into the sky with a lightning light.

As fast as a terrifying geese, his target was not the white wings, but the black death sword that existed like a king in the sword formation, which commanded the other eight swords.

Xiao Chen rushed straight to the sword, looking at the white wings on the other side, without even asking.

Taking advantage of the loopholes, when others noticed him, his right hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword firmly.

"Xiao Chen!"

The white figure was fluttering long, the blue sea emperor's headscarf on his forehead, and his delicate and cold facial features. His familiar dress made the two elders of Mohuang recognize Xiao Chen at once, and the flames suddenly ignited in their eyes.

The middle-aged man saw Xiao Chen holding the black sword of death and laughed: "Idiot, the death energy in this sword can instantly draw warriors other than the ghost corpse clan into humans."

When the old man in Mai saw Xiao Chen's appearance, he wanted to leave Meng Bai and remove the other party with a murderous thought. But as soon as he saw that Xiao Chen held the hilt of the sword of Death without knowing his life, he immediately sneered and held on.

"He is Xiao Chen."

The four thieves in the Black Mountain stopped at the same time and also looked at the influential figure in the Kunlun Realm. Half a year later, the descendant of the Qing Emperor who was about to be crowned king.

His eyes fell on the fairy ring in Xiao Chen's left hand, and all of them were greedy. When he looked at Xiao Chen, he felt that the other party was a human-shaped treasure house.

It is already known to everyone in the world that the Three Holy Lands are not upheld by Xiao Chen. Now that killing Xiao Chen can not only get the treasures on him, but also use its head to receive rewards from various sects.

You can also achieve your prestige. Think about it, if you kill the descendants of the Qing Emperor, you will be able to spread it.
Chapter completed!