Faced with these, Chen Xuan still looked extremely calm, "I want to take all my strength and use the ultimate move to kill me? It's a pity that you don't have this chance!" Chen Xuan shouted softly, and under the horrifying gaze of everyone, his golden magic sword flew out from his eyebrows again. The golden sword flowed with complex patterns. Although it was substance, it gave people a illusory feeling and looked extremely delicate and weird.

It was such an exquisite little thing that brought pressure to everyone like a mountain. As soon as Chen Xuan's eyebrows flew out of his head, the group of people felt a little shocked and they secretly cried.

"Someone is going to die again, but I don't know who it is this time. Don't choose me!" They thought to themselves in their hearts, of course there was still a trace of luck. They thought that after Chen Xuan killed two or three people, their spiritual sense would be exhausted again, and they would suddenly start to kill Chen Xuan again.

Unfortunately, things are not as simple as they imagined.

This time, the magical powers Chen Xuan used were obviously different from the moment!

"The Blood Evil Sword!" Chen Xuan shouted softly, and a mouthful of blood emitting rich spiritual energy spurted out. As soon as he spewed out the mouth of blood, Chen Xuan's face became pale involuntarily.

It is obvious that this is not ordinary blood, but essence and blood. The essence of blood in the body has a great effect on enhancing magical powers.

It's strange that the blood was just a small mouthful, the size of a thumb, but with a slap, it dripped on the golden sword of the palm-sized slap, and it actually spread out, wrapping up the entire sword.

The golden sword was wrapped in blood and changed in an instant. A shocking evil aura filled the whole body, as if it was no longer a sword, but an evil ghost who wanted to choose someone to eat.

Involuntarily, a sense of fear arose in everyone's hearts.

"The Song of Ten Thousand Swords of Gods!" Chen Xuan stretched out his hand and pointed, and the blood-colored sword of God-Slaying instantly turned into dozens of thunder and shot towards them frantically! This scene sounds long, but in fact, it was just a flash of lightning.

The God-Slaying Sword was too fast. Those monks didn't have time to react, so they just felt a rumbling sound of their brains, as if they were struck by lightning!

And the old man who taught the little girl a lesson inadvertently saw this scene in the audience outside.

Chen Xuan's God-Slaying Sword was like dozens of blood-colored lights, and the wind rushed into the eyebrows of the monks. Then there was a light crack, and blood-colored cracks burst out from the heads of these people.

It was like a porcelain bowl that was thrown. Although it was not broken, the cracks appeared densely on the bowl.

And the difference is that these blood-colored cracks on their heads emit light, a faint red light that makes people feel cold in their hearts, and they can't help but feel a kind of fear and a kind of fear.

Plop! Plop!

All the monks fell to the ground, their faces reaching extreme ferociousness. Blood kept pouring out from the cracks on their heads, sprinkling on the soil in the forest, dyeing a large area of ​​soil red.

A strong smell of blood spread, which was extremely pungent.

Except for the monk in yellow, who was covered in blood, looked at Chen Xuan with horror, and his feet were retreating, and the rest were all dead.

"You just said you wanted me to kneel down and beg for mercy?" Chen Xuan's calm voice fell into the ears of the yellow monk, but it seemed like a devil's roar, which scared him to tremble.

"Give me... I'll spare me! I'll spare me!" The yellow-clothed monk shouted stammeringly. How could he look half arrogant before?

He was afraid that he would say a wrong word, so he was pinched to death by Chen Xuan, as if he was pinching a chicken to death.

"Senior! As long as you spare my dog's life, I can do anything, be a cow or a horse, go up the sword and go down the sea of ​​fire..." The monk in yellow shook his tail and beg for mercy like a dog.

Chen Xuan shook his head, if he fell into his hands, would this person spare his life?

I'm afraid I won't, and I'll be humiliated.

Besides, this person's soul is useful, and it is inevitable to kill him.

Thinking of this, Chen Xuan looked cold, and the soul-illuminating sword had already pierced into his dantian like lightning!

After a muffled sound, Chen Xuan pulled out the long sword with a green and faint color. There was already an additional corpse on the ground, and a ferocious ghost face was added to the body of the Snow-stricken Sword of Zhaohun Sword.

At this point, all the disciples who entered the murderous field of Xiaozhen Martial Arts Academy died, all of them at the hands of Chen Xuan alone.

The audiences watching outside took a breath of air when they saw this scene.

"What a strong boy, so cruel and courageous!"

"This Xiaozhen Martial Arts Academy is a big sect at least. He dares to kill other people's genius figures like this? So brave!"

"What kind of hatred does this kid have with the Xiaozhen Martial Arts Academy? I'm afraid I'll never stop until I die!"

"Yes, these are nine genius figures. They were killed by him like a pig. It's so terrible!"

Everyone was talking about it and felt a lot about Chen Xuan's approach.

The old man who taught the little girl not to learn from Chen Xuan was now also blushed with an old face, and he was almost shameless to take him in front of his granddaughter.

"Grandpa, what do you say now?" The little girl was unreasonable and grabbed his grandfather's beard and insisted on giving him an explanation.

The old man was so angry that he was angry and said with a strong voice, "Who knew that the disciples of the Xiaozhen Martial Arts Academy were so useless? Humph! His grandma, he was lucky this time. If it was the next time, this guy would definitely die. He would be arrogant and would not end up well!"

"Hmph! The stink grandpa who is stubborn!" The little girl pouted and turned her face away, but ignored his grandpa.

The old man smiled embarrassedly and didn't say anything, but he was also amazed by Chen Xuan's performance in his heart.

"This kid is extraordinary. He can actually use his spiritual sense to this level. He is a character!" If Chen Xuan knew that these audiences were so shocked by his performance, he would also smile bitterly in his heart.

"This is because my brother has lowered his strength. I'm hiding his weakness. I haven't taken out my real method yet!" After killing these people, Chen Xuan pretended to be a lot of consumption for the purpose of hiding his strength. He had a blue face and used a hidden magical power, quietly hiding it.

Chen Xuan hid, in addition to showing that he was weak to everyone, he also had another purpose, which was to prepare to secretly question the two souls.

And the audience felt relieved when he was hiding.

"This is reasonable! This kid fights eight geniuses with one against eight, and kills eight geniuses. If it doesn't cost much, then he's really going to see a ghost!"

"It's justified that this person is hiding at this moment. He has no good end to be arrogant and can bend and stretched. This is the character."

Many people are very optimistic about Chen Xuan.
Chapter completed!