Xiao Chen and Nan Zhentian lay quietly on the ground for a long time. After a while, Nan Zhentian's fingers touched slightly.

He slowly opened his eyes and slowly stood up from the ground.

He looked at Xiao Chen who was lying on the ground jokingly, and laughed jokingly.

"Hahahaha, you loser, if I hadn't dodged that blow in time, I might have been killed by you."

At this moment, a huge hole appeared on the ground behind Nan Zhentian, which was half a meter wide. This was Xiao Chen's masterpiece just now.

But it's a pity that at the critical moment just now, Nan Zhentian cleverly dodged it.

Although he escaped, Nan Zhentian's body was not feeling well at the moment, and now the wolf soul was gradually peeling off his body.

The crazy hair all over his body is gradually falling out, and even his long nails are falling off.

He dragged his tired body slowly towards Xiao Chen. After seeing this situation, Huang Qiong also had a trace of panic on his face.

He anxiously said to Jiang Xiaobai: "Leader, what should we do now? Why don't I take action now? Xiao Chen can't die here!"

Huang Qiong just took a step forward, but was held tightly by Jiang Xiaobai.

Jiang Xiaobai's expression was extremely indifferent. Even if Xiao Chen was in a desperate situation, he would not let Huang Qiong rescue him!

This is a rule. If you take action, you will break the centuries-old rules of the martial arts world. By then, I am afraid that the Magic City Martial Arts Alliance will be attacked by all forces.

Nan Zhentian had already walked up to Xiao Chen. He slowly raised his hand. Now he only needed one move to kill the guy in front of him.

Huang Qiong, who was under the ring, couldn't help but feel inwardly. If Xiao Chen didn't wake up, he would really be killed by Nan Zhentian.

Seeing Xiao Chen still lying motionless on the ground, Nan Zhentian laughed maniacally.

Then he quickly smashed his fist down.

Just when he was about to touch Xiao Chen's body, Xiao Chen's figure suddenly flashed and disappeared.

Nan Zhentian was shocked, and he quickly turned sideways and looked behind him.

Unexpectedly, a deep voice slowly came from behind.

"It's too late to react now."

When Nan Zhentian heard this, his hair stood on end and cold sweat dripped on the ground.

Xiao Chen's punch immediately penetrated Nan Zhentian's body.

Nan Zhentian spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes widened as if he couldn't believe it.

"Why...why, didn't you just..."

The blood hole in Xiao Chen's chest was still flowing out of blood, and it took almost all his strength to make this blow.

Xiao Chen said with a sneer: "You don't need to know so much, just go and die in peace!"

Xiao Chen kicked Nan Zhentian and he fell directly to the ground.

Nan Zhentian was not dead yet, but his breath was already very weak. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Xiao Chen with blurred eyes.

Xiao Chen didn't listen to Nan Zhentian's nonsense, he flashed directly in front of Nan Zhentian and punched him hard.

Nan Zhentian's head was blown off by Xiao Chen's punch, and his body exploded and scattered on the ring.

The air is filled with the disgusting smell of blood.

Xiao Chen slowly exhaled a turbid breath, stood up and raised his arms.

He glanced at the people in the audience and laughed jokingly.

"Everyone, I won this round today!"

There was a hint of excitement in Huang Qiong's eyes, while Jiang Xiaobai acted a little calmly, looking at Xiao Chen with some relief.

The Shura Hall disciples who were watching the battle on the opposite side of the stage showed no change in their expressions at all. They sneered coldly and ignored Nan Zhentian on the stage.

They turned around and left.

"Bah, bang, bang." A burst of violent applause sounded from another place under the ring.

Changjiulang's eyes were full of amusement and teasing, and he looked at Xiao Chen indifferently.

"Mr. Xiao's strength is really strong. The majestic Tianlang Sect Master was actually killed by you! It's really powerful."

Xiao Chen let out a weak breath, and calmly turned his head to look at Chang Jiulang.

"Who are you?" Xiao Chen said coldly.

After hearing this, Changkuro showed an evil smile and coughed twice.

"Mr. Xiao may not know me, but he must know my junior brother Chojuro. Let me introduce myself. My name is Chojuro, and I am a disciple of the Canglan Sword Master of Japan."

Canglan Sword Saint!

The gears of memory in Xiao Chen's mind kept turning, and now he began to have some impression of the name Canglan Sword Master.

In his previous life, he was still a Jade Face cultivator and the God of War of China. There was a guy from Japan who did not know whether to live or die and traveled west to China, making a noise in the Chinese martial arts world with his cultivation in the middle stage of Huajin.

At that time, many powerful masters did not even bother to take action against him, and most of the Chinese warriors at the same level were defeated by him.

Gradually, the Japanese Canglan Sword Master gradually gained some fame in China.

As a result, the so-called Canglan Sword Master even made bold statements that no one in the Chinese martial arts world could do.

After hearing the news at that time, Xiao Chen came out of the imperial capital and defeated Canglan Sword Master with one palm.

At that time, he knelt down and bowed to Xiao Chen, saying that he would never enter China in the future, so he fled China in despair and returned to Japan.

In fact, at that time, Xiao Chen could have killed Canglan Sword Master with one strike in the name of endangering the safety of Chinese martial arts.

But after all, he was bullying the young, and Xiao Chen just regarded him as a flea, so he let him live.

Changjiulang looked at Xiao Chen's expression, and then he slowly revealed a playful sneer.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Xiao Chen indifferently, "Looking at Mr. Xiao's expression, it seems that he knows my master!"

"But I came here this time because of the murder of my junior brother! I wonder if Mr. Xiao knows Chojuro."

Xiao Chen slowly sketched out a teasing sneer, "Changjuro!! That loser was killed by me. Do you have any objections?"

As soon as Changkuro heard this, veins popped up on his forehead, and at the same time, the anger on his face was beyond words.

Xiao Chen dared to be so arrogant and admitted that he killed Changjuro.

Does this mean you don’t take yourself seriously at all?

The more Changkuro thought about it, the angrier he became. Looking at the weak Xiao Chen in the ring, a strong murderous intention slowly rose from his heart.

He immediately rushed out and quickly rushed towards Xiao Chen. Unknowingly, he had a sharp sword in his hand.

Changkuro was confident that he could chop off Xiao Chen's head with one knife.
Chapter completed!