Peerless God of War

Xue Yong was a little surprised when he saw that Chen Xiao was not surprised and smiled instead.

"Why are you laughing? Your death is coming, and you can still laugh?" Xue Yong said coldly.

Chen Xiao shook his head and said, "I just thought of something funny. Is there anything wrong with laughing?"

Hearing this, Xue Yong's face darkened, "What an arrogant boy, I hope you can still laugh later."

This time, he took action, stabbing with a thin blade, breaking through the space, and attacked Chen Xiao.

With the wind and thunder sword in his hand, Chen Xiao quickly slashed and attacked.

"boom."

With a crisp sound, the thin blade in Xue Yong's hand, like catkins, was swept away by Chen Xiao's sword and swung aside. Immediately, the sword turned and stabbed back at an extremely weird angle.

"Leverage a sword, it's such a fast sword."

Chen Xiao was startled, he put his sword in front of him, and quickly retreated a distance to distance himself from the opponent.

Because he suddenly discovered that the opponent's sword seemed to be getting faster, so he could only take a defensive stance.

When Xue Yong saw it, he sneered, "If you want to distance yourself, how can I ask you to do so, haha."

He laughed and rushed over, closing the distance in just a blink of an eye and continuing to fight with Chen Xiao.

"Bang bang bang."

The swords and lights clashed, and the aftermath continued.

Xue Yong's sword was light and fast. Chen Xiao was unable to parry it, so he had to take a defensive position and retreat continuously.

At this time, Xue Yong's eyes lit up, "There is an opening."

He retracted his thin blade and quickly drew out his sword. The sword thrust out with great speed, like thunder and lightning, and struck Chen Xiao, going deep into his body and piercing half of it.

Seeing this, Xue Yong laughed and said, "You succeeded, Chen Xiao. It seems that your strength is only this much. Today is

Your death has come. "

He laughed evilly, grasped the hilt of the thin-edged sword, and twisted it hard to cause more damage to the opponent.

He couldn't be more proficient in this move. He didn't know how many monks had died from this sword. He had long forgotten it.

But now, there is a slight difference. His opponent is Chen Xiao from Ziyun City. The Seventh Prince and Yi Tianren have a major problem. If they can take this opportunity to get rid of him, it will be a great achievement.

Thinking of this, Xue Yong's heart became hotter and hotter. He moved forward indomitably, twisted with all his strength, and struck fiercely without any reservation.

"Um?"

Suddenly, he found that his hand holding the sword hilt could not be twisted at all. No matter how hard he tried, it would not move at all.

He was shocked, what is going on?

He was unwilling to give in and used all his strength. The veins on his arms popped out and jumped and he twisted hard, but his hands slipped and a layer of skin was rubbed off by him.

"ah."

Xue Yong let out a scream, his hands were covered with blood, and he stared blankly at Chen Xiao, who was close at hand.

All this changed so quickly that he didn't react for a moment and was a little stunned.

"Can't twist it? What's going on? Is your body harder than stone? This is impossible."

He felt as if his sword was stuck in an iron mountain, and it was difficult to twist it and it would not move at all.

Facing Chen Xiao's cold gaze and disdain, Xue Yong's heart skipped a beat and he panicked a little.

He didn't care much. He grabbed the hilt of the sword and pulled it out with all his strength, trying to escape with the sword.

Unfortunately, his reaction was too slow.

"call out."

A black vine came out and stabbed Xue Yong's heart.

Such a close distance, he couldn't avoid it.

He was so frightened that he quickly let go, raised his left palm into a shield, and emitted a burst of mana light in an attempt to resist. However, he was too hasty and was not vulnerable at all. He was stabbed in the center by a vine and was bleeding.

"ah."

Xue Yong screamed, fell from mid-air, and fell heavily to the ground. A big hole was opened in his heart, and he almost passed through him, but even if he didn't pass through, he was seriously injured, leaving only On the last breath.

Seeing this, Chen Xiao was not in a hurry to pursue him, but just sneered, "Xue Yong, thank you for the sword, it's a pretty good treasure."

Chen Xiao stood in the air, and without hesitation, he pulled out the stuck thin blade. After a few glances, he took it into his body and suppressed it with the Void Tower.

On the ground, Xue Yong was covered in blood, his eyes were red, and he was extremely unwilling, "This is impossible, that is my sword, give it back to me."

He pinched the spell and tried his best to communicate with his sword with his spiritual thoughts, but found that it was useless.

"You, what did you do?"

Chen Xiao sneered. There was a mark of the soul left by Xue Yong on this sword, which could not be erased. Naturally, he could not use it directly. However, it was too simple to temporarily suppress it with the Void Tower and immobilize it.

Without the sharp blade in hand, Xue Yong's strength was greatly reduced, and he was seriously injured. He was not far from death.

Xue Yong looked angry and unwilling, "You can actually jam my sword. How did you do it?"

Chen Xiao was about to reply, but he glanced into the distance and said coldly: "Go to the underworld and ask about this."

At this moment, he noticed a powerful aura, coming quickly, it was Chang

The living monks were probably the helpers called by Xue Yong.

In order to avoid a long night and many dreams, Chen Xiao sped up his actions and wanted to deal with Xue Yong before the other party arrived and get rid of any future troubles.

At this time, the helper Xue Yong finally called became his talisman.

Seeing this, Xue Yong was shocked, "The people I called are here, Chen Xiao, you can't kill me, haha, how could I die here? Just dream."

Even though he was seriously injured and had no room to fight back, Xue Yong still had the trump card to escape.

He took out a blood talisman and slapped his chest hard with his left hand. A stream of blood splashed onto the blood talisman. The blood talisman melted quickly and turned into a blood ball that enveloped his whole body. It turned into a bloody light and quickly disappeared.

"It's Blood Escape." Chen Xiao's eyes narrowed and he said calmly.

"Haha, Chen Xiao, the days are long. I will take note of this enmity first. I will retaliate one day. Your family will just wait for my revenge."

In mid-air, Xue Yong's wild laughter came out.

Chen Xiao's eyes turned cold, "Really?"

Almost at the same time, a green light flashed and flew out. It was the soul-stealing sword. In just an instant, it crossed the distance of space, caught up with the blood-colored escaping light, and penetrated through it.

"puff."

The blood ball escaped from the light and shattered, revealing Xue Yong's horrified look, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"What kind of magic weapon is this? This is absolutely impossible, ah."

The black will-o'-the-wisp attached to his body and spread quickly. In just a blink of an eye, Xue Yong would be burned to ashes, leaving no residue at all.

Chen Xiao moved, came to Xue Yong's ashes, glanced at it, and sighed: "What a pity, even the storage ring was burned together."

Will-o'-the-wisps are too powerful,

Chen Xiao was still a little out of control, and since the situation was critical, he didn't care much. He wanted to kill first to avoid another accident.

"That thin sword is pretty good. It's also a Xuantian treasure. You've gained something."

In the soul sea, Hiro said lightly.

Thinking of this, Chen Xiao smiled.