C811 I Want One of the Seven Kings of the World
Bang!
In the next second, that ten feet large black fist smashed onto the black water tide, emitting a dull sound. Soon after, it disappeared within that feminine black water tide.
Yan Huo's expression became somewhat ugly. When his fist smashed onto the black water tide, it actually did not cause even the slightest splash.
A ferocious expression flashed across his eyes. Double... With a glare, he soared into the sky. He stood in midair and looked down at Mu Chen. He said in a stern voice, "Have a taste of my Martian Fist Rain!"
An overbearing and powerful fist intent spread around his body after he finished speaking. The inner energy in his body was also crazily channeled out. His hands quickly brandished their fists. The surging inner energy mixed with the overbearing fist intent turned into a fist radiance in the blink of an eye.
"Go to hell!" Yan Huo roared in a deep voice. His fists suddenly rushed towards Mu Chen below and smashed him.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
In the next second, black fist light after black fist light poured down like raindrops. Those black fist light contained a frightening strength. When it cut through the air, it rubbed out waves of ear-piercing Whistling Sound.
Finally, these black fist light were wrapped by the fiery light. Like a meteor shower, it blotted out the sky and swept towards Mu Chen.
"I never thought that Yan Huo would actually use his killing move!"
When Gui Li from the Yama Alliance saw this scene, his brows slightly raised as he spoke in a flat tone.
"Chief Steward Yan Huo has used all of his killing moves. I'm afraid that the Sword Cultivatior holding the famous blade, Black Water, is going to fall soon!"
Xiong Feng, who was standing at the side, couldn't help but sneer and say.
On the other hand, the leader of the Yama Alliance, Jiu Yu, had a serious look in her eyes. Her expression was also uncertain, and no one knew what she was thinking.
If it was an ordinary person, he would have been scared out of his wits when he saw the sky full of fists raining down like meteors. However, Mu Chen's facial expression didn't change at all. He just quietly looked at the sky full of fists raining down like rain.
"It has been a long time since I last met such a powerful expert. Old friend, are you excited too?"
A smile appeared on Mu Chen's indifferent face. It was as if he was talking to himself, but also as if he was talking to the black water in his hand.
"The last time you were excited was when you encountered the Profound Snake Sword, right?"
He slowly lifted the Black Water Famous Knife in his hand and moved it closer to his eyes. As he carefully stroked it, he said with a light smile.
"This world where the strong are like the clouds, it's really too wonderful. It's so wonderful that I can't bear to live an ordinary life like this. If I don't want to live an ordinary life, then I have to live a meaningful life..."
As Mu Chen was talking to himself, the meteor shower was less than a hundred meters away from him. The surrounding heaven and earth began to heat up.
However, he did not realize it at all. He continued to mutter to himself, "But how can I live? It is not normal. What is the point?"
"Defeat Third Brother? No, he is my brother now. Defeating him is meaningless..."
Mu Chen's peripheral vision could not help but fall on Ming Kai, who was behind him, and the rest of the Nether Triumph Hall's members. He seemed to be deep in thought.
The rain of punches in the sky was less than 80 meters away from him. The air started to distort because of the high temperature.
He didn't care at all.
"Third Brother said that the ancient martial arts forces in this world are like trees in a forest and are distributed across the seven continents. Each continent has a king, collectively known as the seven kings of the world. They all have a top combat division under their banner, and they have gathered the ancient martial arts Top Expert of an entire continent. Every combat division member is an outstanding member of the Ancient Martial Cultivator. "
"Third Brother's master was once one of the Seven Kings of the world. His combat division was called the Ten Halls Yama. He gathered all the ancient martial arts elites in Huaxia twenty years ago. On the day of the Ten Halls Yama's birth. Thousands of ghosts come to the dynasty! "
"Now that Third Brother has descended the mountain, he wants to rebuild the Ten Halls Yama and ascend to the throne of the Seven Kings of the world. This is his dream. What about mine?"
At this moment, the Meteor Shower was less than fifty meters away from the ground. The scorching flame had already reflected on Mu Chen's face, causing his face to burn a little.
The flowers and trees around Mu Chen started to wither rapidly, and the water was quickly evaporating.0
"Fifth Brother, what are you doing? Hurry up and fight back!"
Ming Kai, who was not far away, saw this scene and shouted anxiously at Mu Chen.
However, Mu Chen was like an old monk in meditation, totally unaware.
His gaze never left the Black Water Famous Knife. As he looked at the ancient and beautiful patterns on the Black Water Blade, the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.
"Third Brother's dream is to become the new Seven Kings. Then my dream shouldn't be any worse than his. At least... I should become the strongest Sword Cultivatior in this world, right?"
"Among the remaining Seven Kings in this world, the strongest swordsman seems to be the East Ocean King?"
"Since that's the case, then... I'll find a Sword King as well!"
Thinking up to here, Mu Chen couldn't help but slowly recover his senses. His gaze looked straight at the meteor shower that filled the sky.
Thirty meters!
The meteor shower was less than thirty meters away from him!
The surrounding trees started to burn, and even the tombstones on the ground started to crack.
Yan Huo stared at Mu Chen with a ferocious expression and said with a sinister smile, "At such a close distance, you are dead for sure!"
"No one has ever escaped from the encirclement of the Meteor Shower at such a close distance!"
But in the next second, Yan Huo's expression suddenly froze, and he stood rooted to the ground.
Hualala...
The Black Water Famous Knife in Mu Chen's hand was swung into a circular arc before it suddenly stabbed into the ground. Wave after wave of dark and cold black water suddenly surged out from Eastern Flood Dragon's tomb.
In less than three breaths of time, the entire burial ground of Eastern Suburb Cemetery was covered by a muddy black water swamp.
When the Yama Alliance members saw this scene, they were all startled. They hurriedly flew into the air. They knew nothing about this muddy black water and were afraid that this black water swamp would be poisonous.
"I have a sword that can transform the Myriad Rivers Swamp and overturn the Sun and Moon Tides!"
Mu Chen's eyes were filled with sincerity as he spoke in a deep voice. As soon as his voice faded, the Black Water Famous Knife in his hand suddenly turned, and the Blackwater Swamp underneath the blade was stirred.
In the blink of an eye, the Myriad Tomb Swamp had transformed into a huge vortex. It began to spin rapidly, and the surrounding muddy water was quickly gathered. Finally, with Mu Chen as the eye of the wind, it formed a huge black water tornado. It shot up into the sky.
"Go!" At this moment, Mu Chen's expression darkened as he shouted in a deep voice.
As soon as his voice faded, the energy of the black water tornado that was dozens of feet in size skyrocketed.
At the same time, the countless number of meteors raining down from the sky also came crashing down. When the two of them collided, the countless meteors were sucked into the tornado by the powerful suction force of the black water tornado. Finally, they disappeared without a trace.
Puff!
The meteor shower, which contained his fist intent, was actually dissolved just like that. Yan Huo also suffered the backlash of the fist intent and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
His face was pale as he stared blankly at the scene in front of him. He said with some surprise, "How, how is this possible?"
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