The personal soldier king of the beautiful president

Chapter 902
On a street a little far from Tianxian Tower.

Xiaoxing stood on the street with a gloomy face.

On this street, besides him, there was only one other person.

This is an old man in a red robe. His body is dull, but the aura on his body is so strong that it gives people an unmatched feeling.

At the same time, Wang and the others also encountered very difficult opponents, and each of them was enough to cheer them up.

And Old Freak Zhou, at this moment, is rushing in the same direction with some old people.

Different from the frantic carnival in front of Tianxian Tower, Wang Chen and the others had a frighteningly heavy atmosphere.

bang bang bang-

Wang Chen's long sword was in a stalemate with the gray-robed old man's bamboo pole for several minutes. Finally, both of them took a few steps back. Every step left a big footprint on the ground.

His expression became more and more dignified, Wang Chen faintly glanced at Tianxian Tower, then quickly turned around, exerted his speed to the extreme, and rushed towards the distance.

Because he knew that this old guy couldn't be easily killed by himself, even to fight him, he had to be [-]% vigilant, otherwise he might fall into it.

If I fight him here, the battle between the two of them can cause countless deaths.

The old man's goal was originally Wang Chen, he had no interest in those cats or dogs.

So seeing Wang Chen running, he quickly chased after him.

Although the speed was not as fast as Wang Chen, he was able to lock onto Wang Chen and harass him from time to time so that Wang Chen's speed could not be the fastest and fastest.

Pluto and Tianzijin who were already standing in front of the window looked at the direction Wang Chen left.

Pluto moved his fingers, counted the time, and said, "Most of these half-dead people seem to have come out, which means... those guys are going to get out of trouble."

"It should be. I think Ling Qingyu and Huang have already sensed it at this time, and they have already gone to pick them up."

Tian Zijin said with a chuckle, his eyes became very deep, looked in another direction and said: "His master, the person who is chasing after him should not be that guy, if it is that guy, his master and the others will probably be wiped out." .”

"No, that guy can't come out so soon."

Pluto shook his head, and finally the two girls walked towards the bottom of Tianxian Tower in a tacit understanding. When they reached the stairs, Tian Zijin paused, turned to look at Dongfang Miaoren and Lin Xijian and said: "You two follow We, otherwise, would die."

Without any hesitation, Dongfang Miaoren took Lin Xijian's hand and chased after the two girls.

Although until now, she did not know the true identities of these two women.

But from the words and deeds of these two women, she was basically sure that these two women definitely knew a lot more than herself, even more than Master Wang Chen and the others.

So following them at this time is the best result.

"It's almost here."

Classical Street, a very empty place, Wang Chen stopped in his tracks and murmured.

Here, it seems to be a trading area. It is very empty here, and the buildings are far away from here. Here, I can give it a go.

After a while, the gray-robed old man also caught up.

As soon as he came up, the old man just pulled a bamboo pole towards Wang Chen, without saying any nonsense.

Wang Chen moved his body slightly, avoiding the bamboo pole of the old man in gray robe dangerously.

And the old man's bamboo pole fell to the ground, and a crack was drawn on the ground, and around the crack, there was still black air emerging, as if his power had a corrosive effect.

Clang——

When the old man pulled out a bamboo pole, Wang Chen's long sword came out of its sheath, the tip of the sword touched the ground, and a bright sword light formed a circle to directly wrap Wang Chen.

At the same time, Jian Guang directly formed an imaginary great sword, and then fell towards the old man.

Seeing the nearly 20-meter sword energy attacking him, the old man's face remained unchanged, neither surprised nor worried.

His bamboo pole twitched slightly, and a pitch-black whip shadow directly collided with the huge sword energy.

Rumbling--

The time seemed to be silent for several seconds, and in an instant, a thick cloud of dust enveloped the two of them, the ground exploded directly, and Wang Chen's power collided with the old man's power non-stop.

Wrapped in thick fog, Wang Chen frowned, pointed his long sword at the sky, and then slashed towards the old man.

In the sky, an extremely small sword light formed in an instant, slashing towards the top of the old man's head with a speed comparable to thunder.

The old man's lips squirmed slightly, and he flicked the bamboo pole slightly, an illusory sharp blade formed, colliding with Wang Chen's sword energy.

bang bang bang-

The two each made two moves, and when they collided together, the power they erupted was astonishing.

It's like the power created by a cannonball blasted out.

When the dust dispersed, the ground around the two of them became potholed.

A corner of Wang Chen's white robe was torn to pieces by the old man's bamboo pole, there was also a scar on his face, and his hair became messy.

On the old man's body, there were also several wounds, and the blood that flowed out slowly stained his clothes red.

Wiping the wound on his face with his finger, Wang Chen's face became more and more gloomy.

This old guy was trickier than he imagined, and he didn't expect that the sword moves he realized would not have much effect on this old guy at all.

Today... Maybe I can really have a long-lost battle, although I don't like this battle very much.

"Fishing—"

When Wang Chen was thinking this way, the old man spoke in a lifeless voice, and swung his bamboo pole again, but this time, a tiny silk thread was hooked towards Wang Chen like fishing.

Wang Chen looked at the old guy's face and became very ugly.

Fishing... This old guy just treats himself like a fish at the mercy of others.

The cold light in his eyes kept flashing, and Wang Chen only remembered the moment when he touched the scabbard just now.

Clang——

The long sword was put into the scabbard, and then pulled out with a clang. After the long sword was completely pulled out, a dazzling sword light fell on the old man's head like a sickle.

"Nine Nether Soul Slashing Terrace—"

Wang Chen's eyes became completely black, and a cold temperament exuded from his body. In an instant, the sword light that was about to fall on the old man's head became extremely dark.

It seems that at this moment, the old man has become a prisoner, and the sword light has become a sickle for life.

"This trick..."

The old man muttered in a daze, turned his backhand, and the bamboo pole in his hand twirled wildly, as if a peacock had spread its tail.

Tian Zijin and Pluto who were walking towards Wang Chen stopped at the same time, and after looking at each other, Tian Zijin said with a smile: "That's right."

(End of this chapter)