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Chapter 71 The Birth of the Newcomer King

The tone is frivolous, although the voice is small, it can clearly reach the opponent's ears.

Chen Xichuan's face was calm, like an ancient well with no waves, he looked at the seven people on the opposite side of the competition stage, and hooked his hands.

Provocative means full.

The seven people had bad eyes, and they vented their anger, scolding one after another.

"Stinky brat, you dare to speak wild words, who gave you the courage, you will cry later."

"It's a stupid decision to try to play seven in one. Don't think that winning two consecutive victories is so great. People who are proud and complacent will not have good results."

"You don't even have the cultivation base of the Soul Sect, yet you still dare to yell in front of us. I think you are tired of living. I don't know how to write the word dead."

"If you want us to be a stepping stone, become famous, and become a golden fighting spirit in one fell swoop, you are not qualified enough."

Among the seven of them, the lowest level of cultivation was the same as that of Chen Xichuan, while the highest level was 'Murder Sword' and 'Hammer King'.

Seeing a Hunzun speak rudely and provoke them, it makes everyone feel uncomfortable.

This is secondary, the main reason is that Chen Xichuan was too rampant to challenge the seven of them at once, and he didn't take them seriously.

Chen Xichuan turned a deaf ear, scratched his ears, and lazily said: "Have you finished speaking? Hurry up and hit me when you finish speaking, don't dawdle, who wouldn't be a king with a strong mouth?"

He looks down on people who only dare to talk but not to do anything. What is the difference between this and a troll?
The Internet strikes hard, and reality is obsequious, in a word, food.

You can't understand me, just do it, won't it be enough to convince me?
"I'll try it first to see how strong you are."

A bald man shouted angrily, raised his brows and raised his eyes, and summoned his martial soul, a sharp mace.

He rushed forward with strides, the mace blasted the air, dense spikes fell from the sky, and the ground exploded, trying to block Chen Xichuan.

Chen Xichuan didn't move, just stood there motionless.

The bald man was overjoyed when he saw this, did he get scared?

However, his expression froze in the next second.

A flash of sword light was like a scorching sun rising, illuminating the entire Soul Arena, with divine radiance shining down, carrying the aura from ancient mythology.

Zhuxian sword pierced the sky like a rainbow piercing the sun, the ultimate sword energy swept through the void, breaking the bald man's soul ability in an instant.

The bald man's face suddenly changed, what kind of martial spirit is this, it has such a strong sense of oppression.

He backed up quickly, and his intuition told him that he must not be head-on, but be careful.

"Where do you want to hide?"

Youyou's voice suddenly rang in my ears, and Chen Xichuan's figure appeared next to the bald man at some point, holding the Immortal Slaying Sword in one hand, and slashed out with one blow.

What is used is not the edge of the sword, but the back of the sword.

If you use Jianfeng, you will die.

Even so, the power of the fairy sword explosion was extremely terrifying. The bald man suffered heavy injuries, vomited blood, flew backwards like a shell fired from a chamber, rolled twice on the ground, and couldn't get up again.

The hearts of the remaining six jumped, and horror flashed in their eyes.

One face to face, the bald man loses, so strong!
They put away their contempt and looked solemn.

There were exclamations and shouts from the audience, and some audience members praised Chen Xichuan enthusiastically.

They are the ones who bet on Chen Xichuan, of course they hope that Chen Xichuan will win.

"Why are you still standing there? Let's attack him together."

Among the six people, a man in a blood-colored robe spoke, and a blood-colored long sword slowly condensed in his hand, releasing an astonishing killing intent.

This person is the 'killing sword' himself.

"That kid is not simple. I came down to inquire. He is from Wuhundian Academy. He is probably the academy's arrogance. He is not easy to deal with."

The Murder Sword's voice fell, and another voice came out. He was a strong figure, and he was swinging a huge hammer in his hand. He was the 'King of Hammers'.

Both of them are in the realm of the Soul Sect, and they are figures who have recently risen to fame in the Soul Fighting Arena.

The atmosphere is tense and the smell of gunpowder is strong.

Chen Xichuan stood still, with two fairy swords floating by his side, the fairy lights hanging down, showing their sharpness.

Opposite him, the six people looked at each other and moved in unison.

The battle was on the verge of breaking out, the flamboyant soul skills were smashed down, the flames were blazing, and thunder and lightning were everywhere.

The murderous sword and the long sword were raised above the head, with a clang, the sword came out, and a blood-colored dragon flew flying, attacking Chen Xichuan with its teeth and claws.

Chen Xichuan blasted a fireball with his fist, snorted coldly, held the Zhuxian sword with both hands, and split the blood dragon into two pieces, causing a sudden mess.

"That's it, it's too far away."

He dismissed it, and flew through the sea of ​​flames like lightning, found the target, and punched a control-type soul master in the face, making the opponent's nose bruised and face swollen, and he was dizzy.

"You can leave now."

His voice was cold, and he raised his leg again, kicking him out of the competition arena.

Not long after the game started, two people were successfully dealt with by him, leaving only five people.

The host couldn't take his eyes off, his heart was twitching, and he felt a slap on the face, which was burning.

He couldn't understand, how could a person be so strong?

What is the so-called fairness?

Chen Xichuan didn't stop, like a preying beast, resisting the soul-calling skill with his body, he was safe and sound.

On the contrary, the man who attacked him was seriously injured by his sword and passed out on the spot.

What Yinglong Wuhun brought to him was not only the strengthening of blood, but also the strengthening of mental strength and physical body. His current physical body was comparable to low-level thousand-year-old soul beasts, and ordinary people could not hurt him at all.

The Hammer King came from the flank, roaring and smashing out with a hammer, Chen Xichuan raised his sword to block, his body remained motionless.

"Impossible, how could your strength be so great." His scalp was numb and he was shocked.

At this time, after the killing sword circled around, the soul ring emerged, and activated four soul skills in one breath, the red sword shadow covered the sky and covered the sun, trying to capture Chen Xichuan.

The other two also started to take action, taking out the unique skills at the bottom of the box, and attacked them together.

The hearts of the audience have reached their throats, is it time to decide the winner?
Just when the four of them thought they were done, the corners of Chen Xichuan's mouth rose slightly, and a colorful soul ring appeared.

"break!"

The immeasurable sword light seemed to penetrate the vast world, the soul fighting field was as bright as day, and all the soul skills were wiped out, turning into a little bit of starlight.

The Killing Sword and King Hammer flew out of the billowing smoke, covered in bruises and turned into a bloody man.

As for the other two people, they had already fainted because they could not bear the terrifying power of the fairy sword.

Chen Xichuan waved his hand, the dust and smoke cleared away, and the two fairy swords disappeared into the void. He paced forward, looking at the murderous sword and Hammer King struggling to get up from the ground.

"Do you want to continue?" He was still very flat.

The two coughed and vomited blood, and shook their heads quickly with fear on their faces.

After witnessing Chen Xichuan's strength with their own eyes, how could they have the courage to act again, unless they didn't want to live.

They bowed their heads to admit defeat, dragged their injured bodies, and left the competition arena.

The host was out of his wits, looking at Chen Xichuan as if he was watching a ghost.

He knew the significance of this match. Chen Xichuan's victory announced the birth of the rookie king!
(End of this chapter)