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Chapter 173 The Four Sect Leaders Get Severely Slapped In The Face! The Three Dynasties Are Silent!



Chapter 173 The Four Sect Leaders Get Severely Slapped In The Face! The Three Dynasties Are Silent!

No one thought that the battle would end so quickly.

And no one thought that Zhan Tian would be so vulnerable in front of Xu Chen.

Xu Chen's fight against the sky was like beating a baby.

If you don't make a move, Zhan Tian will be injured, and if you make a move, Zhan Tian will be gone.

This terrifying combat power is unbelievable.

The corners of the Sect Leader's mouth of the four major Sects twitched wildly.

They just felt that they had been severely slapped in the face.

How the heck is this possible?

Really outrageous, quite outrageous.

Zhao Moxing laughed loudly and said:

"Is this the War Great Emperor Dynasty? Such a strong combat power, such a powerful emperor, rare, and indeed rare.

Xu Chen is still a bit weak, and he needs two consecutive hits to kill Zhan Tian, ​​not strong enough.

Dare to ask which sect leader's dynasty is the War Great Emperor dynasty? It's amazing. "

At this moment, Zhao Moxing was very proud and talked freely.

The arrogance on that face was almost overflowing.

Xuanyuanmen Lu Ding's face twitched endlessly.

This is the dynasty under his command.

Damn it, I originally thought that every session would crush the so-called Spirit Sword Sect.

After all, it is true.

But now that the car has overturned, the battle sky is so terrifying, but it turned out to be vulnerable.

They couldn't believe it.

At this time, Lu Ding stopped pretending, gritted his teeth and said:

"Zhao Moxing, don't be complacent, Xu Chen just won temporarily, but it doesn't mean that he will definitely win.

There are Tongtian Dynasty and Taiji Dynasty over there. You don't really think that he can beat two with one.

Even, maybe the Tianshuang Dynasty will join in to deal with Xu Chen together.

After all, Xu Chen is too strong now, isn't he?"

As soon as these words came out, the smile on Zhao Moxing's face froze immediately.

Indeed, Xu Chen is very strong in one-on-one, and he is also the seventh rank of Martial God.

But what if it's one against three?

At this moment, Zhao Moxing hesitated.

He didn't dare to say it because Tianjiao, the leader of the remaining three dynasties.

They all have the strength of Martial God rank seven.

Even one of them has the peak strength of Martial God Rank 7.

Three against one, Xu Chen is very likely to lose.

Bai Shang smiled lightly: "Don't get excited, maybe you can win, right Brother Zhao."

But Bai Shang seemed to be consoling, but in fact he meant that even if Xu Chen was very strong, he would still lose in a single fight.

Qin Kejie, head of the Taiyun Sect, smiled and said, "Indeed, Xu Chen is so strong."

Kong Lan, the Weak Water Sect, also smiled and said: "That's right, Xu Chen is such a monster, one hit three may not necessarily lose."

How could Zhao Moxing fail to understand what a few people meant.

He immediately snorted coldly: "々`Then let's see, Xu Chen may not lose, so don't think too much about it."

At this moment, Mo Xing placed high hopes on Xu Chen.

Don't lose, kid.

Once he loses, his old face will be completely lost by then.

And at this time in the endless canyon.

Everyone was still in the shock of Zhan Tian's fall, unable to react in time.

They swallowed a mouthful of saliva (for money), and didn't even dare to breathe too loudly, for fear that Xu Chen would stare at them softly.

After all, in the field, no one can beat Xu Chen.

At this moment, Xu Chen was too lazy to pay attention to everyone.

He looked directly at the spirit ring left behind by Zhan Tian.

This spirit ring is quite good, and it is still safe and sound in the huge explosion.

Without saying a word, he immediately released his divine sense to check the spirit ring.

Whether the alternate Fengdu mask is among them will be known soon.


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