Datang: Just Become a Disciple of the Devil, Sign in and Domineering

And it is a one-shot defeat, no one can match.

At this moment, many people have the illusion of witnessing history.

Throughout the century of modern rivers and lakes, although there have been countless amazing and brilliant characters, there has never been one like Chen Chuan who set up a ring to overturn the entire southern or northern martial arts.

Even at the age of [-], Song Que, the Heavenly Sword, who was the number one sword in the world, and Shi Zhixuan, the most talented evil king in the Demon Sect for thousands of years, had never done it.

Although they were highly skilled in martial arts at the time, they encountered many first-class masters and master-level masters who fought dozens or hundreds of moves before defeating them, and even suffered injuries.

Therefore, at this time, many people's expressions are very complicated, that is, they hope that Xie Hui can win and save the face of the southern martial arts, and they want to see the young man reach the top of the southern martial arts and make history.

At this time, Xie Hui stood up slowly, and bowed his hands to Chen Chuan in the ring: "Looking at Chen Shaoxia at this time, Xie Mou couldn't help but think of his righteous brother Tiandao Song Que, who was young but shocked at the same age. Brilliant."

With the horizontal knife in his left hand holding the scabbard behind him, Chen Chuan stood with his hands behind his back, as calm as ever: "The Castle Master has won the prize, and Chen has long been fascinated by Lingnan Tiandao."

"I really want to know if the Heavenly Sword is stronger, or if I am better at cutting the sky and drawing the sword."

Looking at the indifferent young man on the ring who said he wanted to compete with Tiandao, some people must have thought that he was arrogant and ignorant before, but now...

Xie Hui said solemnly: "Although I really don't want to take advantage of others' danger, but today for the sake of the reputation of the southern martial arts, I won't let the world laugh at me that there is no one in the south. Xie can only come to the stage to ask for a trick, please forgive me."

This is the role of personal fame. Anlong, who is a businessman, came to power, and everyone despised him, despising him for taking advantage of others' dangers.

And Xie Hui, who is known as a martial arts judge, is just and 'carrys' the face of the southern martial arts, is ready to take the stage and challenge Chen Chuan, who has used a huge amount of power and plummeted by performing 'secret arts' twice in a row.

For example, under the stage at this time, some young people looked at him with admiration, and looked like I would ask you to have a face in the southern martial arts.

At this time, Xie Wenlong, the only son beside him, spoke with expectation in his eyes: "Father, you must win."

Xie Hui looked back at his son, his majestic face was expressionless, he didn't say anything, just nodded to him, then flew up, and landed on the ring that had turned into ruins across more than ten meters.

After suffering the battles of the innate masters again and again, especially Chen Chuan's violent and domineering every shot, the arena at this time was full of potholes, as if he had been bombed by artillery shells.

Especially the crack in the middle, which is divided into two and a dozen or twenty meters long, is shocking.

On the high platform, the fair-minded Xie Wenlong subconsciously looked at Shang Xiuxun, who was beside him. He saw that the beautiful owner was looking at the arena attentively. His eyes fell on Chen Chuan, his eyes sparkling.

This appearance is completely different from when his father Xie Hui introduced him earlier, the other party glanced at him lightly, which immediately made Xie Wenlong extremely jealous.

Turning his head to look at the ring, Xie Wenlong kept praying in his heart, hoping that his father would defeat that man, pull him down from the clouds, and stomped on his feet again.

In Xie Wenlong's mind, as one of the three major forces in Bashu, the father of the sole proprietor of the fort is invincible. He has been recognized as the number one master of Bashu for many years, and even Tiandao and his father are sworn brothers.

And how could that kid who appeared out of nowhere be his father's opponent, especially after he used that powerful trick twice.

Thinking of this, Xie Wenlong 233 showed a sneer on his face, ready to wait and appreciate Chen Chuan's appearance after he lost.

In the arena, Xie Hui solemnly bowed to Chen Chuan: "Chen Shaoxia, the subordinate gave him the nickname of the martial arts judge, and he used a pair of judge pens weighing [-] pounds. Please enlighten me."

"What, the judge's pen of the castle master actually weighs [-] pounds."

"It's an exaggerated weight, heavier than the hammer of those fierce generals on the battlefield."

Hearing this, Chen Chuan couldn't help but stretch out his left hand. The one-meter-five Miao Dao was raised in front of him and smiled: "This knife is called Doomsday. It is made of black steel and weighs two hundred and forty kilograms. Please enlighten me."

Under the constant tempering of domineering, the Miao Dao not only became tougher and sharper, but even the weight changed from [-] jin to [-] jin, which made Chen Chuan feel very surprised.

"Cough cough..." On the high platform, Fan Zhuo, who was in luck, coughed suddenly.

Fan Caiqi quickly patted his back and said eagerly, "Father, father, are you alright?"

Fan Zhuo waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, and after taking his breath, he asked, "I, I'm fine, what did Chen Shaoxi say just now? I didn't hear it clearly."

"Chen Shaoxia said that his knife was called Doom, and it weighed [-] pounds."

"Pfft! Cough...cough...cough..." Fan Zhuo's relieved breath suddenly became chaotic, and he coughed violently.

Similarly, when those people on and off the stage heard Chen Chuan say that his knife weighed [-] pounds, they were all shocked and couldn't believe it.

It's too exaggerated, even an adult can't bear this kind of weight, let alone holding it with one hand as a weapon and swinging it at will. To do this, at least one arm strength requires five or six thousand pounds of strength.

Thinking of this, the expressions of many people changed, including Xie Hui, because this kind of terrifying power coupled with the domineering external power made him invincible on the battlefield.

No wonder, the first-class masters in front of him couldn't take a move from him. It was Chen Shaoxia's mercy that he didn't die under this kind of power.

Xie Hui took a deep breath and pulled out two brushes one meter long and made of stainless steel with thick wrists from behind him. Immediately, the atmosphere of the whole person changed, and an aura of a grandmaster that was no less than Anlong's, more domineering and compelling broke out.

ps: One more chapter, two minutes.

Chapter 65: The World's No.[-] Chen Wudi, Breaking Through Sword Intent ()

In fact, all the jianghu masters who entered the ring today felt very aggrieved.

Which one of them is not experienced in hundreds of battles, and has gone through countless battles to come all the way to this day. They have rich battle experience, and ask themselves whether they can fight against a master-level powerhouse.

But who would have known that this time I encountered a pervert like Chen Chuan, and I didn't have anything to do with you at all. No matter how complicated and subtle your moves were, you would directly overthrow him with unparalleled power.

Since it's a battle, you always have to get close, right?As long as you get close, facing Chen Chuan's lightning-fast counterattack, they can't dodge at all.

And once it touches, no one can stop the force that pushes everything horizontally.

So today's ring competition is actually very boring. One by one, the famous masters in the arena come on stage, sign up for their names, make extraordinary moves, and then be defeated by one move.

Even Xie Hui, who was known as the No. [-] master of Bashu at this time, could not avoid this situation and could only use his strongest move to attack Chen Chuan.

The majestic Innate True Qi swept up a gust of wind, and the brush shadows in the sky seemed to shroud Chen Chuan in essence.

In just an instant, Xie Huigong changed [-] moves to Chen Chuan's judge pen, making [-] changes, enough to face any counterattack.