Everyone, go down.

Chen Xiaoyao's voice resounded outside Xiaofeng Pass, shocking many geniuses on the arena.

After a while, I realized it.

Let them all go down!?

Including Yue Yun and Shangguan Hong!?

Chen Xiaoyao just tricked them into kneeling down, and now he is too arrogant.

"Chen Xiaoyao!"

Yue Kun's face was ferocious, "Does this be your Kaiyang Town Inspection Office?"

"Many forces are here, are you shouting arrogantly?"

Chen Xiaoyao returned with five thousand Oirat heads and gold medal arrows and killed the princes of the Feitian Realm. Such contributions have never happened even if they looked at the entire century-old war history of Qingzhou.

Such an extraordinary achievement is enough to allow him to arrive in the finals.

But Chen Xiaoyao's tone was too crazy.

Chen Xiaoyao ignored Yue Kun's roar, and his eyes fell on the ring.

"Give you ten breathing time."

"Otherwise, don't blame me for not knowing the importance of the attack!"

The voice fell, and Xiyue, Ouyang brothers and sisters, Liu Ruyan and others fell down the arena.

But there are still many geniuses who have not set off on it.

Of course, they would not really get out of the arena just because of Chen Xiaoyao's words.

"very good."

Chen Xiaoyao raised his lips slightly, and turned around and looked at Yue Kun, "Can you kill someone?"

"Chen Xiaoyao, there are regulations for the final of the Daoju, and no life can be harmed."

Yue Kun didn't say anything, Han Yong responded.

"Um."

Chen Xiaoyao turned around and stepped onto the first floor without looking back.

The one who occupies this level is the genius from the Feiyun Sword Sect.

When Chen Xiaoyao came forward, his blood and terrifying aura made him tremble. When Chen Xiaoyao's purple eyes looked at him, he actually knelt on the ring with a thud.

Chen Xiaoyao withdrew his gaze, rolled up the strong wind with his big hand, and overturned it directly, his bones broke and were already ruined.

The top 30 existences in Qingzhou were so unbearable in front of Chen Xiaoyao.

"You have five more breathing time!"

Chen Xiaoyao looked down upon him. This time, except for the top geniuses in Qingzhou, everyone else stepped down from the arena.

Only the genius juniors can step on this arena, and no one can protect them.

"Sulo, who hurts you?"

Chen Xiaoyao asked.

"Jingdu Mansion, Ye Zhanqing."

Su Luo replied under the ring.

"Female flow? Cut your mouth!"

Chen Xiaoyao's feet turned into a shadow and suddenly rushed to Ye Zhanqing.

"Um!?"

The latter was surprised and did not expect that Chen Xiaoyao's speed was so fast.

But before she could lift the sword, Chen Xiaoyao's palm wind rose and it had already fallen.

Bang!

Ye Zhanqing's protective energy was like nothing, shattered by a bang, and a loud slap sounded, and Ye Zhanqing flew out.

puff!

Ye Zhanqing vomited a mouthful of blood, mixed with several teeth.

She touched her flushed face and looked at Chen Xiaoyao with horror.

"Xu Junjue, who hurts you?"

"Feiyun Sword Sect, Zhang Chulan."

Chen Xiaoyao raised his eyes and Zhang Chulan was on Ye Zhanqing's upper floor.

"I've wanted to catch you for a long time."

Chen Xiaoyao sneered and stepped forward.

"I, I..."

"Chen Xiaoyao, I admit defeat now."

Zhang Chulan felt the terrifying qi around Chen Xiaoyao. It had reached the peak of the terrifying qi, and half a step to Piquan.

Ye Zhanqing couldn't even block Chen Xiaoyao's palm knife, so how could he resist?

"It's too late!"

But Chen Xiaoyao had already pressed up like a mountain, and the Gang Qi turned into a knife, and the speed was extremely fast. Before Zhang Chulan could lift the sword, the Sword Gang shattered all his sword intent and landed on his arm.

puff!

The body-protecting energy was still like thin paper, and it was torn apart in an instant, and the Chulan and his blood-splashing arm flew out of the arena together.

"Me, my arm!"

After a while, the severe pain made Zhang Chulan scream.

Under the arena, all the geniuses took a breath and thought to himself that Chen Xiaoyao is so cruel!

"Damn it, this guy is so vicious!"

Outside the arena, the leader of the Feiyun Sword Sect, Leng Dao.

Zhang Chulan's arm holding the sword was cut off, and the sword path would definitely be damaged. Even if the broken arm could be continued, it would be difficult to reach its peak!

"Haha, I don't think it's a big deal. If I'm on the battlefield, I'm afraid it's a head!"

Han Yong said with a smile.

Decisive killing is the Shen Xiaoyao in Han Yong's eyes.

"Pei Shouyou."

"Fanjing Temple, I'm angry."

Before Chen Xiaoyao could finish asking, Pei Shouyue replied.

"Haha, it seems that Chen has hit you a few times, but he still has no memory."

Chen Xiaoyao's pupils shrank slightly, and it was Fanjing Temple again.

“Ami…”

Yichen held the golden Buddha stick, made a seal with one hand, and was about to say the Buddha's name.

"I am tired of hearing this Buddha's name!"

Chen Xiaoyao interrupted him, and his feet were shocked, and his whole body suddenly rose up with the green dragon energy and rushed down the air!

"What!?"

Yichen didn't expect that Chen Xiaoyao is still so arrogant and never looked at him face to this day?

But at this time, Chen Xiaoyao's fist was covered with thunder and had already arrived.

Unlike Ye Zhanqing and Zhang Chulan before, Yichen was prepared, and swung the stick in his hand and directly sacrificed one of the three unique skills of Fanjing Temple, the Demon-Subduing Stick!

Buzz!

The golden stick carries the breath of a panic Buddhist sect, making anger look like an arhat possessed.

"Only overestimate one's own abilities!"

The thunder above Chen Xiaoyao's fist turned into golden color.

Powerful Vajra Fist!

Since he was called "indifferent" by Yifan.

But they didn't know that even if they were not the complete Vajra Fist, they had practiced to the extreme perfection, and with the blessing of Chen Xiaoyao's now as deep as the sea, the power of a punch was so terrifying.

From a distance, Chen Xiaoyao's entire arm turned golden, like a real angrily singer!
To be continued...