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Chapter 6468 Wang Ziwen’s Defense
The drama of the battle reached its peak, and the king was furious. He looked angrily at the scene where Wang Ziwen fell to the ground. His eyes were wide open, his face was as gloomy as ink, and the atmosphere seemed to be frozen at this moment.
"Chen Xuan, how dare you defeat my Wang Ziwen!" The king's voice almost roared, with strong anger in his voice.
He raised the scepter in his hand high, mana surged, and the air around him seemed to become solemn. The figure of the king is like a mountain, and his power emanates, making people feel suffocated.
Chen Xuan felt the oppression of the king, but his eyes remained firm. He understood that the king would not give him any chance to breathe again, and he had to go all out.
Chen Xuan raised the prairie fire sword, and the mana surged around his body. He tried his best to maximize his strength.
The aura on his body began to become condensed and powerful, as if it contained the power of the entire world.
The king's anger and Chen Xuan's firm will collided on the battlefield, forming a powerful energy wave.
The atmosphere in the air became increasingly tense, as if it could explode at any time.
Chen Xuan took a step, and his sword technique began to change. The sword burned like a flame and instantly turned into a huge red bird.
The sword light danced like wings, and Chen Xuan's body was wrapped in it.
With a thought in his mind, the prairie fire sword, carrying a monstrous heat wave, quickly stabbed the king.
This sword contains his faith and will. He hopes to use this sword to break the oppression of the king and prove his strength.
The king sneered, waved the scepter in his hand, and a powerful mana burst out instantly, colliding with Chen Xuan's sword.
There was a loud noise, and energy fluctuations exploded in the air, forming a dazzling light.
The two powerful forces converged, and the air was filled with strong mana fluctuations.
The energy fluctuations on the battlefield became more and more intense, like a destructive storm.
Chen Xuan went all out to resist the oppression of the king.
His body was shaking slightly, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, but his eyes remained firm.
The king's eyes were as cold as ice, and all his mana was continuously poured into the scepter, without giving Chen Xuan any chance to breathe. He mercilessly suppressed his power on Chen Xuan, trying to defeat him completely.
The feeling of oppression on the battlefield became stronger and stronger, and energy fluctuations swept across all directions.
Chen Xuan's sword power became increasingly difficult, and he felt tremendous pressure, but there was no flinching in his eyes.
The master's cultivation is undeniably powerful to the point of staggering. His power has reached the peak of the fifth level of the Divine Dragon Breaking God Stage, which is enough to arrogantly dominate the world. He stood on the battlefield like an insurmountable mountain, exuding a formidable aura.
Chen Xuan's eyes were firm. He felt the power of the king, but he did not retreat. He knew that his strength was far inferior to that of the king, but the faith burning in his heart made him undaunted.
The king sneered, and his voice sounded like thunder: "Chen Xuan, your courage is commendable, but you are just an ant in front of me."
The scepter in his hand waved again, and the magic power surged, turning into a terrifying force that enveloped Chen Xuan. Chen Xuan felt unprecedented pressure, and his body seemed to be suppressed by an invisible mountain.
Chen Xuan's face changed slightly, and he tried his best to push his magic power to the limit. Powerful sword energy surged around him, and the prairie fire sword technique was brought into full play. He tried to use his sword power to resist the oppression of the king.
However, the oppressive power of the king was too strong, and Chen Xuan's sword power could not penetrate it. He felt the huge gap in power, as if all his efforts were insignificant in front of the king.
A sneer appeared on the corner of the king's lips: "Chen Xuan, your resistance will only make you more painful. Give up, you have no chance of winning in front of me."
Chen Xuan's body trembled slightly, and he felt despair welling up in his heart. However, his gaze remained firm and he was unwilling to give in easily.
Clothes. The belief deep in his heart prevented him from retreating.
"I won't give up easily!" Chen Xuan shouted through gritted teeth, his body trembling weakly. He knew that he could not compete with the king in terms of strength, but his will was indestructible.
The king's sneer didn't stop, and his magic power surged again, pressing Chen Xuan even more heavily. Chen Xuan's body gradually bent, and he felt huge pressure and could hardly move.
However, at this moment, Chen Xuan suddenly felt a strong determination in his heart. He closed his eyes and immersed himself in his inner world. He realized that he didn't need to rely on the strength of his cultivation, he could use his own wisdom and skills.
Chen Xuan began to immerse himself in the realm of kendo. He no longer tried to compete head-on with the power of the king, but began to search for the true meaning of kendo. He gradually forgot about the pressure around him and concentrated on his sword intent.
The king noticed Chen Xuan's change, he frowned slightly and felt a little uneasy. He felt that Chen Xuan's aura began to become different, as if a powerful force was surging.
The power of the king is becoming more and more concentrated, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the fifth level of the Divine Dragon Breaking God Stage. Every movement seems to shake the world. His body exuded a frightening aura that made people feel the shadow of death.
Chen Xuan's sword intention surged in his heart, and he began to search for the true meaning of the sword and integrate himself into the sword's power. His body gradually returned to straightness, and his eyes were full of determination.
At the same time, Yang Wen and Leng Yunpiao also realized the power of the king.
Their hearts were filled with heaviness, and they united to try to resist the oppression of the king.
Yang Wen waved the staff in his hand, his breath surged, and a huge storm vortex appeared around him. The power of his attack should not be underestimated, but it seemed insignificant in front of the king.
Leng Yunpiao's figure is like a ghost. Her swordsmanship is graceful and agile, with a strange power. She tries to use her speed and flexibility to avoid the attack of the king and find opportunities to counterattack.
However, despite Yang Wen and Leng Yunpiao's joint attack, the leader's strength remains unshakable. His mana surged like a tidal wave, defeating the attacks of Yang Wen and Leng Yunpiao.
The expressions of Yang Wen and Leng Yunpiao gradually became frustrated, and they felt the invincibility of the king. They knew that their strength alone could not withstand the oppression of the king.
The king sneered, his eyes locked on Chen Xuan: "Chen Xuan, what else do you have, show it quickly. You have no chance in front of me."
Chen Xuan's sword intent became more concise, and his eyes shone with determination. Although he knew that his cultivation level was far inferior to that of the king, he would never give up easily.
He concentrated his mind and penetrated the sword with his sword intention, and the prairie fire sword technique reached its peak.
Powerful sword energy surged around his body, like a crimson flame, wrapping his figure in it.
A strong belief surged in Chen Xuan's heart, and he began to enter a state. His sword intent was concentrated, and he seemed to be able to feel the true meaning of the sword.
The king felt the changes in Chen Xuan, his brows furrowed slightly, and he felt a little uneasy.
He understood that Chen Xuan was releasing a power that could not be ignored.
The king's aura became more and more solemn, and his cultivation level had reached the terrifying peak of the fifth level of the Divine Dragon Breaking God stage. He stood on the battlefield like an insurmountable mountain, invisibly oppressing the entire space and making people feel suffocated.
Chen Xuan's eyes were firm. He took a deep breath, concentrated his mind, and fully devoted himself to the sword's intention. The power of his sword rose like flames, and the mystery of Suzaku's swordsmanship was vividly displayed in his hands.
The king looked at Chen Xuan coldly. The sword in his hand was waving, and his magic power surged like mountains and rivers.
His voice sounded like thunder: "Chen Xuan, your courage is commendable, but you are insignificant in front of me."
His figure disappeared instantly and appeared in front of Chen Xuan. His fist, with terrifying power, went straight to Chen Xuan's face.
Chen Xuan's face changed slightly, his prairie fire sword danced, the sword light
Like dancing flames, protect your body.
However, the king's attack was so fast that Chen Xuan could only resist it.
With a loud noise, Chen Xuan was knocked back by the king's punch. His body almost lost his balance and almost fell to the ground.
He felt the power of the king, and his sword power could not completely resist the opponent's attack.
The king's eyes were cold, and his mana surged again, forming a terrifying cyclone. The breath in his hand danced, and the cyclone seemed to be activated, spinning rapidly, forming a terrifying energy sword light, heading straight for Chen Xuan.
Chen Xuan endured the severe pain, his eyes shining with unyielding will. He did not dare to be careless. The power of the prairie fire sword rose like flames, and the power of the Suzaku sword technique reached its peak.
The power of his sword seemed to collide with the energy sword light of the king. Wherever the sword light passed, the air was torn, making a harsh hissing sound.
However, under the strong suppression of the king, Chen Xuan's sword power was always difficult to break free. The king's attack was continuous and fierce, and Chen Xuan had to do his best to resist.
On the battlefield, energy fluctuations continued to surge, and the sword and knife lights intertwined, forming a fierce battle scene. Chen Xuan's forehead was beaded with beads of sweat. He knew that he was facing an absolute challenge.
The king's gaze was cold and profound, and his attacks never stopped, sweeping over like an endless storm. Every move he makes is full of destructive power, making it difficult to resist.
Chen Xuan gritted his teeth. He felt the power of the king and the oppression of life and death.
The power of the king is beyond words, and his cultivation has reached the limit of the fifth level of the Divine Dragon Breaking God Stage, which is unimaginable.
His aura was as towering as a mountain peak, and every movement contained infinite coercion, as if it could shake the entire world.
His mana surges like a tide, and every wave can trigger a terrifying wave of power.
This power not only explodes the air, but also distorts time and space, creating a terrifying sense of oppression.
The king's eyes were profound, with a touch of majesty that could not be ignored.
He sneered, his voice like the whistling of the cold wind: "Chen Xuan, you kid is just an insignificant existence in front of me."
