There is no shortcoming in the sword dance of the moon, but as long as it is well grasped, it can simply create a flaw.

That flaw is naturally in the snoring of Fang Qingying, full of killing sounds.

Long Yinyu is mainly to deal with the protoss spiritual martial arts, but martial arts is dead, people are alive.

As long as it can disrupt the rhythm of the other party, any martial arts can be used, and it is the truth to learn and use.

At the moment when the cloud was shattered and the sun was shining directly on the ground, Xiao Chen moved. He walked along a straight line and slammed into the past. The white disciple who was in front of him was immediately hit by a sandbag and flew.

The rhythm of the sword dance of the moon has been destroyed. In the face of Xiao Chen, these month's disciples are just ordinary master-level Wu Sheng. Naturally, one round can't block Xiao Chen.

In the twinkling of an eye, Xiao Chen rushed to the front of Fang Qingyu. Because of the bragging, Fang Qingyi was taken care of by Xiao Chen’s Long Yin.

At this moment, Fang Qingying's face was pale, and there was a trace of blood stains in his mouth. The long sword in his hand had just been held, and he was hit by the wrist of Xiao Chen, and the long sword fell to the ground.

The action kept going, and Xiao Chen was deceiving himself. He was once again smashing the past. When he was about to fall, his heart moved and he kept his hands in time.

The palm fell on the right shoulder of Fang Qinglan, and there was a force that only flew out her body without hurting her.

A dragon, a round, the famous moon sword dance, is easily broken by Xiao Chen.

Many people originally expected that the situation in which Xiao Chen would be entangled did not happen. Instead, the Ming Moon sword dance was quickly disintegrated by Xiao Chen.

The wind is cruel, no water, clean and neat.

Xiao Chen Bai Yi, standing on the most eye-catching platform, if not the clouds in the sky are still slowly gathering, I am afraid that many people will doubt.

Everything I saw was just an illusion.

"Carrying!"

Xiao Chen turned and said to the white disciple who was still on the stage.

The moon palace disciple, gracefully bent down, returned to a ceremony, then floated away, like a fairy volley dance, always so pleasing to the eye.

In the jade building in the air, the big saints are quite shocked. Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen will break the moon and sword dance so easily.

One by one silent, it seems that some can not accept this reality.

Among the jade buildings where Zhou Tianxing Palace is located, Chu Yang calmed his face and stood up. He was ready to rush, and Fu Hongyao and a group of elders quickly stopped him.

"The Son does not worry, it is just the beginning, he can't wait for a long time." Zhou Tianxing Palace, a goatee, persuaded.

Fu Hong medicine whispered: "The brothers really don't have to worry. There are only a few small downs on the bottom. There are no more masters. Some of the old Tianjiao of the last group of heroes are inside. Those people are aged in their forties. Not low."

"I can definitely force him to get out of the knife. By then, his depth will naturally be seen at a glance."

Chu Yang looked changed and slowly sat down: "I will let him wait for a while, wait for him to jump high, and step on the foot."

In the jade building where the five poisons are located, the five poisonous teachings of the saints are indefinite, and they will make a decision soon, and then look at it for a while.

In the line of Wan Yao Island, Yan XIII has some awkward words: "After a little forget, he will be a Long Yin, then wait, wait for him to get out of the knife, can really find out his strength."

rub!

On the platform, the white woman just left, and one person couldn't wait to fly in front of him, holding a heavy long stick and coming to the opposite side of Xiao Chen.

"It is Wang Meng!"

"At the last Sihai Qun Yinghui, he ranked fourth. Now, twenty years later, the cultivation has already reached the realm of the emperor, and definitely can fight with Xiao Chen!"

As soon as this person appeared, it immediately caused a burst of embarrassment and was recognized by many people.

Xiao Chen stared at it. This person was really deep, and he was not much worse than some saints. The only regret was that he was older and his potential had been dug.

Such as the inorganic edge, this life is difficult to become an emperor.

Wang Meng’s long stick in his hand was heavily poked in the ring. The ground immediately cracked open cracks, and the wind was in the midst of the storm.

Holding a long stick in one hand and slamming a circle, the wind whistling more powerfully, a simple movement, completely bringing his momentum to the peak.

Even the air, under the pressure of his imposing manner, became solidified, like mountains and rivers, which were pressed toward Xiaochen.

"Wang Meng, the name of the Qinglong King for a long time, came to fight with you today, and many offended!"

When the voice fell, Wang Meng screamed and vacated, and a stick pressed toward Xiao Chen.

He was like a mountain, and he got up for a moment, and the power of his feet moved, so that the ring could not bear it, and the rumbling violently shook it down.

A stick is pressed, the vision is alive, and the three huge mountains and rivers are gathered in the sky. The mountains and rivers are grand and dazzling.

There are cracks in the air, and it is conceivable that the power of this stick is strong.

Just everyone thought that Xiao Chen had to come up with his own knife to face the time of this powerful martial arts.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen also took out a long stick.

The long stick rotates in the hands like a wind, the wind whistling, the momentum of the mountains and the sea, pouring out, the sky is dim in the moment, thunderclouds, like the end of the world.

One after another, the lightning bolts through the sky, and when Wang Meng’s long stick is about to be pressed down, the long stick in the hands of Xiao Chen is abruptly stopped and not spinning.

The gust of wind with tens of thousands of lightning, behind Xiao Chen, like pulling thousands of ancient beasts, running in the air, forming a vast and infinite, shocking picture.

Xiao Chen did not move, and the long stick in his hand, facing Wang Meng gently sent forward, the power of wind and thunder, suddenly broke out at this moment.

He is like the king of the Wanjun army, dressed in white, standing in the battlefield of blood-stained, excellent style, no one is beautiful.

The three mountains that were pressed down, under the shackles of Xiao Chen, fell apart and collapsed.

Wang Meng, who was fierce and imposing, spit out a blood in the air and squatted.

Hey!

Xiao Chen holds a stick like a gun and jumps out of the air. At the moment when Wang Meng landed, it forced the past.

Wang Meng retired and retreating. The stick tip was away from his throat. He was always only one inch away. The kind of imposing manner, the oppressed him stepped backwards and flustered.

I have been retreating and retreating, retreating to the edge of the ring, and almost falling down. Xiao Chen’s footsteps sank and the long stick quickly recovered.

Wang Meng’s heart pounded, and the dark road was so dangerous that it really fell, and the face was lost.

"Carrying!"

Xiao Chen arched his hand, and his face did not defeat the arrogance of his opponent, nor did he have the hypocrisy of calmness, calmness, and courtesy.

Wang Meng felt a burning burning on his face, and he turned away and left. There is nothing to say.

Before he took office, his idea was very simple. He wanted to step on the sturdy Qinglongwang and win a good name at the group event.

If it is true, after thinking about it, when his life history is talked about, he will definitely have more than one, and give the Qinghai King the last blow of Beihai Tianjiao.

The ending can be a bit cruel. He can't even pick up Xiao Chen's move. If it isn't for Xiao Chen's timely closing, he will lose more ugly.

This kind of ending, not only Wang Meng can not accept, the scene of the Tianxinghai many warriors, the same acceptance can not.

Tian Xinghai's old Tianjiao, how can it be in the hands of this outsider, can not stand a move, or lost in the stick method that he is best at.

The scene was silent, hundreds of thousands of people did not speak, like dumb, they are all looking to watch the arrogant Xiao Chen, how to be stepped on.

Reality but ruthless face, how can I accept, how can I accept it!

In the lively and extraordinary gatherings, it seems that 10,000 years have never happened in this scene, and hundreds of thousands of people are silent and silent.

After half a ring, three old Tianjiao players all played, but they all lost in the hands of Xiao Chen, all lost.

What kind of weapon is used by the opponent, and what kind of blade is used by Xiao Chen. Under the simulation of the change of character, Xiao Chen is no worse than the opponent for each kind of blade.

In the silence, the group will slowly proceed. There is no jealousy, no call, no one speaks, nothing to say.

This situation, watching the moon palace several judges, some do not know what to say.

Is it true that even the Qinglong Wang Xiaochen can't do it?

In the hearts of the martial artists in the Tianxing Sea, they are holding a fire, and they have to be wronged.

Xiao Chen made this out, and let the hundreds of thousands of warriors in the Tianxing Sea feel that their faces are lost, and they are angry and angry, but they are helpless.

Hundreds of thousands of people, no one dares to speak, this is a kind of sadness.

On the top of the ring, the oldest leader in the last group event, in the process of spelling with Xiao Chen, was a defeat.

It was defeated in the blade of his best, and finally someone could not hold back the emotions in his heart and screamed loudly: "When are the so-called sons, you have to be a tortoise!"

The sound is in the vast and quiet Mingyue Square, and the four sides are lingering back and forth, round and round, slightly sad.

Quiet for a moment, the grievances and anger of everyone's heart broke out at this moment.

Hundreds of thousands of people got up at the same time, looking at the exquisite jade building in the air, could not help but shout loudly.

"Inheriting the Holy Land, immortality, not at this time, but when!"