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Jian Chen's blood was surging, and he didn't know whether he couldn't control it or didn't want to control it at all.

The surging blood flowed disorderly in all directions, and with Jian Chen's breathing, it raised waves of dust.

"Explosion?"

Chen Zixuan always felt that Jian Chen looked familiar at this time.

Just when Chen Zixuan was stunned, Jian Chen's blood seemed to have spirituality and turned into ferocious blood snakes.

The blood snakes floating up and down stared at Chen Zixuan with cold eyes.

Even at a distance, Chen Zixuan felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

The fear of snakes in his genes and subconsciousness made Chen Zixuan feel a little uncomfortable.

"Chen Zixuan, you really deserve to die!"

At this moment, Jian Chen no longer had the spirited demeanor at the beginning, and the whole person exuded a chilling cold breath.

Hearing Jian Chen's curse, Chen Zixuan's heart tightened instinctively, and then he chuckled unconsciously.

"It seems that every villain is like this?"

At this critical moment, Chen Zixuan still had the leisure to think wildly.

Seeing the smile on Chen Zixuan's mouth, Jian Chen became even more furious.

Although his mind was filled with anger, Jian Chen did not completely lose his mind.

Or in other words, Jian Chen in this state was the real Jian Chen, the Jian Chen who lived without a mask.

Jian Chen stared at Chen Zixuan with his eyes, and then opened the five fingers of his right hand.

At the same time, the blood snake on his body bit the hilt of the long sword behind him and sent the long sword to Jian Chen's hand.

The rich blood and qi soaked the long sword, and in an instant the bright silver long sword was dyed bright red, the same color as blood.

Holding the long sword in his hand, Jian Chen's momentum suddenly rose a lot.

Jian Chen held the long sword across his chest with his backhand, lowered his body, bent his left foot, and stretched his right leg backward, making a rather awkward movement.

"Huh!"

Chen Zixuan was still thinking about something the previous second, but the next second Chen Zixuan was ready at the first time.

After taking a deep breath, Chen Zixuan also stretched out his hand to grasp the condensed blood weapon.

Before participating in this competition, Chen Zixuan thought that his blood cultivation was not much different from that of others.

However, after such a long contact, Chen Zixuan suddenly discovered that the blood cultivation system of the Seven Stars Sect was significantly different from that of other sects.

Other sects don't have the concept of blood weapons, they all wear weapons forged from real materials.

Like Jian Chen on the opposite side, the long sword behind him is both a spiritual weapon and a blood weapon.

Chen Zixuan tightly grasped the blood knife in his hand. Since it has not been completely formed, Chen Zixuan did not name it.

Chen Zixuan stretched out his arm and pointed the blade of his natal blood knife at Jian Chen.

The battle was about to start, and both sides were ready.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Chen Zixuan and Jian Chen shouted "Kill" at the same time, then suddenly lowered their body center of gravity and rushed towards each other.

"Bloody battle in the wild!"

The blood and qi flowed through Chen Zixuan's acupoints at a high speed in a specific order, and the more condensed blood and qi condensed into a blood-colored crescent moon, which was cut out by Chen Zixuan's sword.

"Bloody battle in the world!"

"Tigers are full of power!"

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Except for the first move of the bloody battle in all directions, the nine moves of the Blood Prison Mad Tiger Knife were displayed one by one in Chen Zixuan's hands.

As the opponent, Jian Chen was not to be outdone, and the Mingxin Sword Pavilion's high-level swordsmanship was also mastered by Jian Chen.

Bang bang bang!

Clang clang clang!

There were constant roars and explosions, dust flying, and violent storms.

After just a few rounds of fighting, the National Arena was destroyed by the two people.

"Damn it!"

Chen Zixuan forced Jian Chen back with a move of bloody battle in the wild, and then dodged back to distance himself.

After several rounds of fierce fighting, Chen Zixuan found that his sword skills were quickly getting old.

Jian Chen's sword skills learned from his more than ten years of sword training far exceeded Chen Zixuan's.

As the fight went on, Chen Zixuan's sword skills were gradually broken by Jian Chen, but Chen Zixuan could not do the same.

Chen Zixuan still saw too few sword skills and lacked combat experience.

You don't feel it when you are crushed by strength, but when the strength is almost the same, a little weakness will be infinitely magnified.

"It's not working so soon, Chen Zixuan, you can't!"

Jian Chen raised the long sword in his hand and pointed at Chen Zixuan in a rather arrogant manner.

"One sword shakes the mountains and rivers!"

Jian Chen obviously wanted to kill Chen Zixuan with one sword, and all the blood in his body rushed into the sword in his hand.

A bright red blade appeared on the three-foot-long sword, and wisps of blood and energy were like mist and clouds entwined on the sword.

Jian ChenThis move has not yet been cultivated to the state of perfection, and it has not yet been able to fully control its own power without leaking a single bit.

"Die!"

Jian Chen swung the blood-colored long sword in his hand and slashed it down fiercely.

A blood-colored giant sword suddenly appeared in the air and slashed down towards Chen Zixuan like a mountain pressing down on his head.

Chen Zixuan felt that he was firmly locked by the blood-colored giant sword, and his whole body was bound by an inexplicable force.

The whole person was like being trapped in a quagmire. He could move, but it was very difficult to move freely.

"Bloody battle in all directions!"

Chen Zixuan naturally could not do nothing after realizing Jian Chen's thoughts. Backhand was the only move he had cultivated to perfection.

A huge blood tiger head appeared in the air and crashed into the blood-colored giant sword.

Along with the appearance of the blood tiger head, a tiger roar full of endless majesty and domineering resounded through the sky.

"Roar!"

All those who heard the tiger roar were stunned at the same time.

Some people had strong willpower and quickly came back to their senses, but their faces suddenly turned pale.

Some people's mental consciousness was not so strong, and their eyes went dark and they fell down.

Young people sleep well and fall asleep as soon as they say they will.

Jian Chen, who was opposite Chen Zixuan, was also shocked by the tiger's roar. Although his face was the same as before, a line of fresh blood flowed from his nostrils unconsciously.

The blood-colored giant sword and the blood tiger's head collided violently in the air, and the blood and qi of both sides exploded.

It was like countless Gatling ghost fires, madly sweeping in all directions.

One after another, charred blood holes appeared on the ground after the blood and qi burned.

A huge roar broke out, but most people could no longer hear it clearly, because their ears were blocked by the blood and qi.

They only saw a blood and qi storm rapidly forming at the center, like a dragon sucking water on the sea, constantly pulling everything around.

Jian Chen, who had consumed a lot of energy, thrust the long sword in his hand, which had returned to its original state, into the ground, relying on the long sword to stabilize his body.

"Hoohoo..."

Looking at the terrifying blood storm in the field, Jian Chen showed a hint of pride.

"You're still alive now?"