Chapter 660

Hearing what the LORD said, Wu Shuo gave the three a gloomy look. He did not dare to disobey his words, and then left the arena directly. There was no need for him to take part in the next competition.

"Wu Shuo left the field, and those who did not fight against Wu Shuo won one more battle." The Lord frowned slightly and said that he was obviously angry at Wu Shuo's departure. After all, Wu Shuo was a member of his palace.

Wu Shuo has become the 13th place.

In the seventh round, Mu Qingxuan and Wang Kun still won. Xiao Chen won five games and conceded defeat. Then he won another game, and he had a place in the top ten seats.

The eighth round!

The ninth round!

The tenth round!

Mu Qingxuan chooses Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen does not hesitate to admit defeat!

The eleventh round!

Mu Qingxuan chooses Wang Kun, Wang Kun chooses to admit defeat!

The twelfth round!

Only Xiao Chen and Wang Kun are left!

Xiao Chen doesn't care about ranking, and Wang Kun doesn't care about ranking either. What they care about is just the other side.

Xiao Chen and Wang Kun stand on the stage and confront each other from a distance.

People all look forward to the two people.

"Do you know Wang Jian?" Xiao Chen asked lightly.

"Yes, since you know Wang Jian, it seems that Wang Jian died in your hands."

Wang Kun said with a smile.

"Yes, I didn't expect you to have such an identity." Xiao Chen's voice was a little cold.

"I didn't think of it, but it doesn't matter who you are, is it? Today is our third battle and will be our last Wang Kun said lightly.

"Yes, it's time to end it!" Xiao Chen sighed.

"Let's go to war. We can't stand our fight here!"

"Good!"

Xiao Chen and Wang Kun rose from the ground and flew directly into the sky.

"Xiao Chen, all the gratitude and resentment should be solved together today!" Wang Kun's voice rang.

Xiao Chen smile, in the depth of his eyes, there is a cold killing intention constantly gushing out: "Wang Kun, I won't let you go this time!"

"Well, I think so too!"

With a faint smile, Wang Kun's smile instantly turned into a fierce killing intention. Suddenly, a violent and incomparable fluctuation of Xianyuan came out of his body like a storm.

"Unparalleled soul of war!" Xiao Chen's heart is cold drink, the breath of his body suddenly soared, directly from the martial Saint one to the martial Saint five, Xianyuan surging.

"Wu Sheng Wu Chong, that's interesting!"

Wang Kun Sen ran smile way, index finger middle finger close together, suddenly toward Xiao Chen one finger.

"One finger breaks the sky!"

The majestic Xianyuan suddenly roared out, and the fingers formed by Xianyuan were snatched at Xiaochen like lightning!

"Ten pulse sword!"

Xiao Chen stretched out his right hand. There was a startling flash of sword light between his five fingers. Between Xianyuan's surging, he directly collided with Wang Kun's fingers formed by Xianyuan. In an instant, both of them shook away.

"It's indecent to come and not to go, and you'll give me a slap!" Xiao Chen sneers, to just to the Yang of the 18 dragon subduing palms appear, a dragon chant ring, a wave of powerful power will quickly diffuse.

The Golden Dragon roared at the eighteen dragon subduing palms, and his body, tens of Zhang long, went directly to Wang Kun.

"Eight unique palms!"

Feeling the strong Yang power contained in the golden dragon, Wang Kun's face changed slightly. The eight Jue palms were made in an instant, and eight huge handprints appeared in the air. In that handprint, there was a dark meaning, and the eight giant palms fell on Jinlong one after another.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of violent collision resounded in the air, and the ripples that could be seen to the naked eye were scattered. Finally, the Golden Dragon and the giant palm disappeared in the air.

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