Chapter 1168 (1/2)
”Do you think so? Wang Kun Xiao Chen could not be more familiar with the face of the shadow in front of him. Since Lianyun city opened his eyes, this face was the face Xiao Chen hated most.
”Well? You know the name of this seat? ” Wang Kun looked at Xiao Chen unexpectedly, and then the woman also looked at Xiao Chen, surprised: ”you know this old devil?”
”Ha ha ha, it turned out to be you, Xiao Chen. I didn't expect that you not only came to the fairyland, but also you rescued me. We are so predestined.” After looking at Xiao Chen for half a sound, Wang Kun has many inexplicable memories in his mind. He laughs at Xiao Chen.
”We are predestined, because you are destined to die in my hands!” Xiao Chen pointed his sword at Wang Kun.
”Ha ha ha, if you want to kill me, you can't do it with your immortal cultivation!” Hearing the speech, Wang Kun laughed, and the dark fog in the hall was shaking, and Wang Kun's momentum was constantly improving.
”The immortals can't kill you. What about the earth immortals and the celestial immortals?” Xiao Chen calm way, at the same time in the heart of deep drink: ”Xianli value all liberation upgrade system!”
With the fall of Xiao Chen's voice, the breath on his body continued to rise. The immortal, the earth immortal, and the celestial immortal did not stop until the triple immortal. All the immortal power values accumulated by Xiao Chen for such a long time were exhausted.
”Unparalleled soul of war!”
Suddenly, the breath of Xiao Chen ascended to the sixth level of Tianxian.
The woman looked at Xiao Chen's breakthrough from the immortal to the immortal. However, Wang Kun didn't have any expression. In his memory, Xiao Chen suddenly improved his strength not once or twice.
”Even if you break into the immortal, it's just a paper tiger.” Wang Kun sneered.
”If it's a paper tiger, try it!” Xiao Chen said faintly. At the same time, ten thousand immortal swords appeared behind him one after another, led by the long sword made by Ling Tian Hua. A sweeping sword spirit filled the whole palace.
”The sword spirit of the swordsman's damned ladies?” Wang Kun slightly frowned, then looked at Xiao Chen: ”with these not enough?”