"You deserve my real shot!"

    When the words fell, I saw the spirit of green trees waving in the wind. Then the light was shining. The hot light was like the early sun. Tang San and others couldn''t open their eyes.

    As like as two peas of light, the shadow of Chen Xiaoming slowly came out of the Aoki tree. The figure was just like that of Hwang. It was only a little bit taller. It was covered with silver light. A long silver hair hung behind him. There were thousands of changes in his eyes.

    Chen Xiaoming stood in the air with a virtual shadow. With a slight step under his feet, the landing space vibrated and ripples layer by layer, like lake water.

    His right hand floated toward the trunk extending out before, and saw a group of fiery red light gushing from the trunk and wrapping the trunk in an instant.

    It''s like a raging fire burning and tempering. But in the blink of an eye, the original trunk has become an ordinary wooden stick about two meters long. The stick body is red and emits strong soul power fluctuations.

    "Da."

    His right hand was gently placed on the stick, and the virtual shadow flashed in Chen Xiaoming''s eyes and poured into the stick. From the place where he covered the stick, a silver streamer went to both ends of the stick, and in the blink of an eye, ancient and simple lines were carved on it.

    With white clothes floating and silver hair flying, Chen Xiaoming stands with a stick.

    The surrounding space is illusory and unreal. Tang San and others in the distance concentrate on looking. It is clear that Chen Xiaoming is there, but he can''t see the truth. There is always a strange illusion in his mind.

    It seems that Chen Xiaoming is not standing there, but a huge ancient tree that is completely connected to the sky and can''t see the end. It seems real or empty, looming and unreal.

    Virtual shadow Chen Xiaoming smiled calmly, looked at the black character killing sword that had arrived, and moved the wooden stick in his hand. Then the space in front of him was like a lake, and there was a huge wave. Under the huge wave, a trace of darkness emerged. The darkness was not soul power, not soul technology, but a broken space.

    "Block."

    With a crisp sound, huge waves in the space rolled, and the black kill word was blocked only one meter away from Chen Xiaoming. The space was broken, and the first black kill word was directly extinguished.

    As if it were scouring the gravel, the space shook and the remaining power went towards the second killing word. The first killing word was broken, and the light on the second killing word was more powerful. This time, in the face of the broken space, it resisted the broken space and continued to move forward.

    Without giving him a chance to respond, the third and fourth black kill words came and confronted the shaking space directly.

    "Whew."

    The fifth black kill word followed, and the terrible sword broke out. The original confrontation space was suddenly broken, and a black gap appeared. The gap appeared quickly and recovered faster.

    But in this way, the virtual shadow Chen Xiaoming''s blow was blocked by him. The sixth black kill word sword is much stronger than the previous sword.

    At the moment, the attack came with lightning. The black light all over the body was close. Before it was near, a sharp sword idea had hit.

    Chen Xiaoming raised his hand slightly, but the stick that had not been moved in his hand waved for a while. A silver light flashed away, and the next second directly appeared before the sixth black kill character.

    "Bang."

    There was a low dull sound, and the silver light flashed by. The space around him seemed to move slightly. Then the huge black killing sword light disappeared into the scene before it broke out.

    Ning Fengzhi was stunned by such a strange scene. Tang San and others were stunned, especially the master. The color of doubt in his eyes became stronger.

    Even if it is a mutated martial soul, a green tree and space class are not matched. How does this martial soul mutate? I didn''t expect Chen Xiaoming to have the same thing called plug-in.

    The understatement offset the six black kill words, and Chen Xiaoming finally welcomed the last sword of Luo Chenxin.

    Human sword in one, the seventh sword!

    The seventh sword came quickly. It was not as big as the previous six swords in terms of prestige. On the contrary, the sword awn gathered to a point, only a little black.

    At the moment, the whole space is like a piece of white paper, crossed by this black sword, leaving a black trace.

    The distance was getting closer and closer. Just when the sword was ten meters away from the virtual shadow Chen Xiaoming, a special wave flashed over Chen Xiaoming.

    The field of seven killing broke out at this moment. The light on the sword has condensed a little again. It has been integrated into the field of seven killing sword. It can break out at the moment, but it surprised Chen Xiaoming.

    But the stronger the sword fight, the more calm he is.

    Virtual shadow Chen Xiaoming''s eyes flashed with silver. His right hand, which had not been moved, finally moved. It was very simple to lift it up, and then he took a wooden stick and pointed it out to the sword.

    "Buzz..."

    For an inaudible sound, the power was increased to an extremely terrible sword, which stabbed on the wooden stick. It seems that it is only a stick of ordinary wood, but it actually blocked the strongest sword.

    The space seems to be solidified. Such a scene has never been thought of by Tang San and Ning Fengzhi.

    They thought Chen Xiaoming would win, but it was difficult to resist, rather than so understatement.

    One by one opened their eyes and looked at the strange scene in horror.

    Tang San, whose purple magic pupil works to the extreme, can''t break the terrible fluctuation of the confrontation between Chen Xiaoming and sword Douluo Chenxin. It seems that a strange fluctuation is shrouded around them. Tang San''s purple magic pupil can''t really see it.

    Even Tang San is like this, not to mention others. At the moment, they are all stunned in situ.

    "Grandpa Jian..."

    Seeing this situation, Ning Rongrong murmured in an incredible voice.

    At the same time, the dust heart turned into a sword is the most surprised one.

    With the help of Ning Fengzhi, his soul power is not inferior to Chen Xiaoming, and he has broken through the limit. The combination of man and sword has cut his peak seventh sword. With such strength, the sword Douluo Chenxin has already reached the level of extreme Douluo.

    Ask yourself, even if God came to face such a blow, he didn''t dare to be so calm.

    His eyes looked unbelievably at the tip of his seven kill sword. There was a faint but bright silver awn. Tang San couldn''t see it, but Chen Xin could see that it was the silver awn that blocked him.

    The wooden stick under the silver awn was like an unfathomable sea. It was like a sword cutting into the sea, only setting off a slight fluctuation, and then returning to calm.

    The black light of the sword dissipated slowly, and the figure of the sword fighting Luo Chenxin appeared. He held the seven kill sword in his hand. His robe was sounded by the drum, and the seven kill sword trembled slightly.

    Seeing this, Chen Xiaoming saw a slight fluctuation in his stick, and the sword fight Luo Chenxin went back directly. Holding seven kill swords, he retreated to Ning Fengzhi''s side, and the corners of his mouth were already stained with blood.

    Virtual shadow Chen Xiaoming smiled calmly. This was the first time he used the power of blood to integrate the martial soul. In fact, his power made him very satisfied.

    Looking at the sword fight, Luo Chen''s heart retreated. Chen Xiaoming''s whole body flashed and opened his mouth with an indifferent smile.

    "You are the first person who let me use some of my real strength."

    "You deserve to be proud."