super king glory

Diao Chan knew what Wang Xiaojian was going to do.

He planned to fight against these martial kings with one challenge against twenty.

This is an extremely crazy move.

However, Diao Chan believed him.

"The flowers are blooming, let's bloom in full bloom, and bloom gracefully."

Diao Chan gave a coquettish chirp, and used her big move "Blooming Beauty".

The vision brought by the spell caused a beautiful lotus flower to bloom in the sky.

The lotus is in full bloom.

Step by step lotus.

Under Diao Chan's feet, pink lotus patterns emerged.

She wears red boots of calm and holds a cold storm studded with blue gems.

The dual attributes of the boots of calm and the extreme cold and storm made her speed at casting demonic spells to the extreme.

brush!

Whoosh!

brush!

Whoosh!

Diao Chan's dexterous body leaped forward.

In the snow-white palm, a pink energy flower ball shot out.

ah ah ah~

Where the energy flower ball passed, the imperial forest soldiers were pierced through their chests.

Then died screaming.

"Kill it, witch."

"Kill him!"

The rest of the Yulin army, with red eyes and roaring loudly, all rushed towards Diao Chan.

This is a woman as beautiful as a fairy.

Her appearance has made countless men fall in love with her.

However, at this moment, the Imperial Forest Army only had killing in their eyes.

Want to kill Diao Chan.

However, the light of the sword just fell.

Diao Chan's beautiful eyes blinked lightly, and in an instant, she disappeared from the sight of the Imperial Forest Army.

In the land of lotus blossoms.

Her figure keeps appearing and disappearing.

The sleeves of the clothes are flying, and lotuses grow every step of the way.

It seems to be dancing a song, a pleasing dance.

Full of dreams and beautiful colors.

However, the end of beauty is death.

When the flowers bloom and the sable cicadas dance.

It means that the lives of these Royal Forest Army are destined to wither like flowers.

Chapter 633 The Thunderfield Crisis

When Diao Chan displayed a dazzling dancing posture, Wang Xiaojian performed the seventh-rank agility of the mysterious rank "Phantom Miscary Step".

His body turned into an afterimage, dodging the majestic attack, and then fought with the nineteen Martial Kings.

The strong men in the imperial city of the Shang Kingdom are extremely powerful.

Everyone is comparable to the elders of first-class sects.

Among these nineteen people, there are five one-star martial kings, six two-star martial kings, three three-star martial kings, three four-star martial kings, and two five-star martial kings.

Their combat power is unparalleled, and each of them has cultivated their own mysterious martial arts to a superb level.

Let's fight together, the fighting power is monstrous.

However, Wang Xiaojian, who has reached the Eight-Star Martial King and mastered the Seventh-Rank Body Technique of the Xuan Rank, is not afraid at all.

In the misty formation space, Wang Xiaojian's body turned into an afterimage, avoiding the shadow of sword, light and sword.

Immediately, his eyes were cold, and he used Lu Bu's exclusive skills, stretched out his hand to the oncoming strong man from the imperial city, and shook it violently.

Greedy Wolf's Grip!

hiss~

Ah!

Accompanied by bursts of painful cries.

Streams of pitch-black soul power were absorbed from King Wu in front of him, forming a bloody shield in front of Wang Xiaojian.

On the bloody shield, there is a fierce phantom of a blood wolf.

It barks its teeth and claws, just like a demon wolf from hell.

After summoning the Greedy Wolf's Grip, Wang Xiaojian's expression was cold, and he opened and closed Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand.

From his handsome face, a cold murderous intent gushed out, and then he used the exclusive skill of the demon god Lu Bu, Fang Tian painted and slashed, sweeping away in all directions.

Brush brush!

Clang clang!