Long Chen was right in the middle of the ring, and the man's long sword was out of control, like a lightning bolt piercing Long Chen's throat, precisely incredible, and some people might even suspect that this was premeditated.

At this time, Long Chen did not enter the state of combat at all. Such a fast attack contained all the power of the son of destiny. At that moment, Yuying and others were so scared that their faces turned pale and even forgot to exclaim.

However, when the long sword was only three inches away from Long Chen's throat, it stopped abruptly and could no longer stab.

I saw Long Chen's two fingers covered with fine scales, firmly clamping the sword. The violent sword was like a poisonous snake hit seven inches, and all momentum disappeared in an instant.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene. Even Long Tianrui couldn't help but be moved. Long Chen's move was as light as he could, calmly. It was obvious that all this was within his expectations.

You know, the battle between the two was like a storm, and the move just now, like Long Tianrui, Jiang Wuwang, Feng Fei and other strong people of that level, could all see that this was a mistake.

It was precisely because of the mistake that it was impossible to predict at all. And even such a move was still within Long Chen's expectations. Then this precise prediction was too scary.

The most terrifying thing is that Long Chen took action without any anger, nor with any fluctuations of qi and blood. He just used two fingers to offset a sword containing the power of the whole body of a son of destiny. A simple move was challenging everyone's cognitive space.

Countless strong men were so angry that they took a breath of air. Countless people were not convinced before, but now, although they were hostile to Long Chen, they had to surrender in front of this move. This is strength, absolute strength.

The two sons of destiny on the ring were shocked when they saw this scene. The disciple holding a sword deeply knew the strength of his opponent. Every sword he had to do his best and dared not slacken at all.

But with just such a sword, Long Chen easily grasped it with only two fingers. He was shocked, and his opponent was so shocked that he couldn't even speak.

At the beginning, the sword stabbed Long Chen, and he suddenly felt something was wrong. He wanted to take the move. He didn't care about Long Chen's life or death, but if the opponent took the opportunity to attack, he would never have a chance to turn the tables.

But it happened too quickly, and he had no time to collect it. The long sword was already clamped by Long Chen's two fingers, and the shocking power attached to the sword disappeared without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea.

Long Chen's face was silent, but deep down he was shouting wildly. He was thanking Qiankun Ding and the Cross God Destroyed.

Since practicing the Cross-Destroying God, the perverted difficulty has once again increased his control of his own strength.

If it were before, he could easily block the sword of the son of destiny, but he could not control it so calmly and easily remove the opponent's strength.

Practicing the Dragon Blood Cross-Destroying God unknowingly gave him a huge surprise. Even if he didn't use the Cross-Destroying God, his strength increased a lot.

After the surprise, Long Chen looked at the disciple indifferently and bounced his fingers.

"Buzz"

The long sword trembled, the disciple groaned and took several steps before he stood firm. At that moment, his face changed drastically.

Long Chen's light flash made his arms numb, and the sword almost couldn't hold it. His chest was even more painful, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"You lost"

Long Chen said lightly.

"No, why did I lose? I still have many tricks to use?" The disciple was furious.

Long Chen said: "You are equally strong, but you lack experience and technical processing is not as meticulous as the other party.

Because of this, his tricks can still be controlled, but you are out of control. Don’t be dissatisfied. This is the gap. Experts fight, and details determine victory or defeat.

If I don't participate in this game, you will have to play at least a few hours before you can decide the outcome. Who has time to spend with you?

If you accept it, you must accept it. If you don’t accept it, you must accept it. On this ring, I am the boss. If you don’t agree, you can appeal, but if you are typing me on this ring, be careful that I will beat you.”

"call"

After Long Chen finished speaking, he waved the golden scepter and the two were teleported out at the same time. At the same time, the nameplate on the two people's waists, one lit up and the other was dim, and the winner was decided.

The disciple holding the long sword was obviously dissatisfied. After returning to the battle stand, he yelled and pointed the sword at the disciple, wanting to fight with the disciple in private.

But the disciple was too lazy to pay attention to him. The disciple was so angry that he wanted to continue making trouble, but he was slapped to the ground by Zhao Qingtian.

"Shut up to me. If you lose, you will lose. If you are not as skilled as others, you will also learn to curse the streets. You will lose all the face of the Zhao family." Zhao Qingtian cursed angrily.

It turned out that the son of destiny was a disciple of the Zhao family, and Zhao Qingtian, Long Tianrui and other strong people of that level could also be seen that this disciple of the Zhao family was indeed weaker than his opponent.

As Long Chen said, it takes at least several hours for them to decide the outcome, and this kind of battle is often the most boring. Long Chen judges the outcome so quickly, and there is no problem.

If he is not convinced, he can appeal to his family's patriarch instead of yelling here, as that will only make the Zhao family even more embarrassing.

The man was slapped by Zhao Qingtian and did not dare to say anything anymore. Zhao Qingtian was a powerful man sealed in ancient times. Even though he was also a son of destiny, he did not dare to be arrogant with Zhao Qingtian. He could only sit down quietly with his face covering his face.

At this time, Long Chen had already arrived at the second arena, still the same thing as before, saying the lines first, and then opening the arena.

As soon as the ring started, the two disciples immediately broke out, and the strong men in the audience gathered their attention to watch the battle again.

Deep in the underground palace of the Long Family, the patriarchs of the four major gods gathered together and were watching the situation on the ring through a mirror.

"This Long Chen is as strong as a monster. No wonder Long Tianrui values ​​him so much." The head of the Jiang family couldn't help but say.

At the same time, he also remembered that Feng Fei had told him more than once that he was the most perverted guy in the world. The so-called genius was a scumbag in front of him. He didn't believe it much in the past, but now, this simple move convinced him.

"Even if he is strong, he will not be stronger than Zhao Qingtian." The head of the Zhao family said with some dissatisfaction.

"I think Ye Lingxiao can also defeat him." The head of the Ye family also said confidently.

The head of the Jiang family couldn't help but frown. He just said that Long Chen was good at strength, so why was he targeted like this? Just as he was about to speak, the head of the Long family hurriedly smoothed out:

"Stop talking about these meaningless things, let's discuss how to deal with Long Chen, whether to let him die or live?"
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